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I thought I'd write this in a separate entry, because whilst technically it's today's, it didn't seem to fit with the rest of the weekend. Today I finally got my virtual pc environment working. It's like having another PC running on top of my notebook… not emulated though – it's just… there! This now means…
Hello there… Nothing much to report from the weekend – it's not that I didn't have a good one, it's just there was nothing particularly exciting about it. Friday night was a sort of a 'lay on the couch to watch a movie and fall asleep in front of the teev' type affair. Can't even…
Don't put orange Berocca in orange juice. Particularly COLD orange juice. The thing about Berocca, Aspro Clear, and pretty much any other effervescent drink tablet thingo, is that the colder the water is, the slower the reaction is. I rang my water-expert engineer friend Tristan and asked him about it once, but partway through his…
Those conquistadors of funk, Goose, have fairly recently re-rolled their website, so I thought I'd mention it here ! Check it out – they're not shite !
I just realised that I haven't gotten around to finishing the story about my trip to Melb last weekend !! I woke up in Bordertown, barely able to move. I'll grant that Morris Dancing isn't the most athletic-looking thing a person can watch, but one gets a fair workout. And after a 10 hour dancing…
You've all got Richie to thank for spotting this story: “Birdwatchers from all over Britain who gathered in Grimsby to catch sight of a rare American robin were horrified to see her eaten by a passing sparrowhawk.” Good to see the BBC covering the important issues. Not so encouraging to see that they're using Power…
I'm a little unsure what I should title this post really. I'm thinking either “Oh god, this is hopeless”, or “I have the navigational skills of a sock puppet”. Saturday signified my first public dance-out with the Morris side. Mike & I mosied down to Mundulla (it's near Bordertown, and I've got no idea how…
I just had a quick look back through some posts, and it struck me that on first glance, to someone who didn't know any better, one would think I complained a lot… I mused on this briefly, before coming to a conclusion. I don't think of it as “whinging”, per se. To me, a lot…
All of a sudden I feel like I'm running a slide night…? Nevermind, here goes: The airplane which I flew from Brisbane to Hevey Bay in. I don't mind *small* aircraft, and big ones are fine too. But this intermediary size really weirds me out to be on! Upon catching up with Jamie, the first…
I had some Spurkey In Albuquerque. It was all murky Because the fridge didn't worky.