Archive for August, 2004

Spare a thought

Monday, August 16th, 2004

The last thing you expect when watching the news is to watch a pub you spent more than a few holiday evenings drinking in being washed into the sea by flash floods. Having spent a superb summer holiday in Boscastle on the North Cornish coast, it was more than a little shocking not to say sad to watch the pictures.

It is hard to comprehend just how terrifying a 10ft high torrent rushing down the steep narrow valley in the picture above would actually be. Whilst not on the same scale as the recent climatic events in Florida and China, I’m sure this will be just as devestating to such a small community. As you tuck up in bed, have a good thought for the residents and visitors who will be sleeping on the village hall floor tonight.

Seattle moves in next door

Monday, August 16th, 2004

‘One final point to note is that Newham will be using Internet Explorer […] Microsoft is very serious about addressing security concerns.’ I bet they are, having scored a £5m over 10 year deal with our neighbouring London borough and thereby delivered a blow to the open source community. Whether or not Newham were ever really serious about the open source route might never be known but their OS consultants is quoted in The Register article as having been nothing more than a ‘negotiating tool’.

Littler Chef

Monday, August 16th, 2004

Britains’ favourite roadside short order cook is having a makeover, according to Radio Four news this morning.

The Little Chef is to slim down by losing his tradmark paunch and will gain a natty new jacket as part of a new revamped image. Next they’ll be swapping his silver salver for carrot sticks and aubergine dip!

Signage of the times

Sunday, August 15th, 2004

I offer the above in a pathetic attempt to compete with the far more accomplished efforts of those premier league photobloggers Dave and Grahame. These substation doors are a key flyposting location for local political activists and residents associations but, yesterday, for the first time that I can remember, there were no posters; so it seems there are no leftwing vegetarian feminist yoghurt knitters* or crusty do-gooder tenants* meeting any time soon.

*No political affiliation or social comment should be derived from these labels – they were merely comedic stereotypes used to enhance an otherwise weak and pointless post.

Happy anniversary…

Sunday, August 15th, 2004

… to Mr and Mrs Squonk. Not only is Squonk a fellow Euro-blogger but, as you’ll note from his hotel room post, he uses the same Palm T3 and Sony Ericsson T610 combination as Roger and myself to blog on the move, proving Mrs Squonk landed herself a discerning geek three years ago!

Park Life

Saturday, August 14th, 2004
A visit to the local library with the sprogs was frustrated this morning when, upon arriving, we were told they were closing for lunch. I find it sad that, in this day and age of internet-connected lending libraries that rent DVDs and have advice centres, a small local library that has three members of staff still finds it necessary to close for an hour in the middle of the day. As we had to cross the corner of the local park on the walk home, we stopped of to play on the climbing frames and slides.

Hand made graffiti

St. John’s Park is your typical inner-city park, where each renovation and regeneration quickly becomes careworn and frayed at the edges. Tribes of local kids play endless games of 5-a-side football or full-on body contact basketball. The older generations gather in clusters at the junctions of the paths or on the benches to swap gossip and moan about the kids. The dog walkers whistle nonchalantly, looking anywhere but in your eye whilst their pooch craps on the path, next to the unused pooper-scopper waste bin. Young mums and their children promenade in the latest casual wear, the mums puffing away on Silk Cut whilst the kids slug Coke and try to break the see-saw. Very occasionally, one will see the pasty-faced methadone addicts during daylight, swapping prescriptions and arguing over their bottles of White Lightening cider. This cast of local characters varies from visit to visit but, whilst it might not be wise to loiter here too long after the pubs turn out, the park never really feels threatening or sinister. However, it seems that not everyone shares my opinion judging by the message/warning that caught my eye as we left the park:

According to it’s scribe, this message implies that “I.O.D.” – long the three letter acronym for Isle Of Dogs – now stands for Isle of Danger. Presumably, this new appelation will mean regular visits from The Famous Five, The Secret Seven and The Hardy Boys, all looking for excitement, adventure and mysteries to solve.


Saturday, August 14th, 2004

A few odd snaps of the recent Cornwall expedition can be seen over at bignoseduglyeye.

It’s all my mother’s fault

Friday, August 13th, 2004
Freudian Inventory Results
Genital (70%) you appear to have a progressive and constructive outlook on life.
Latency (40%) you appear to have a good balance of knowledge seeking and practicality.
Phallic (53%) you appear to have a good balance of sexual awareness and sexual composure.
Anal (46%) you appear to have a good balance of self control and spontaneity.
Oral (60%) you appear to have a good balance of independence and interdependence.

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All this without therapy. I’m concerned … this seems to imply I’m well-balanced – if that gets out, my reputation’s ruined.

via Jason who is certifiable according to his results

“We’re 99% confident it was the rabbit that caused the fire”

Friday, August 13th, 2004

I’d love to be a fly on the wall when this insurance claim gets filed.

Six degrees of email

Thursday, August 12th, 2004

As is often the case, Ian has beaten me to spotting Julie Daniel’s take on GTD email management and how it helps control the six types of email most folks have. Julie is a UK based accredited GTD coach. England 0 – Canada 1.