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On tour in the Cotswolds at the minute with the Adelaide Morris Men. Having a bloody good time, what's more! On the weekend we went to Moulton and met & danced with the guys from Saddleworth, Thaxted, Huddersfield, Adderbury, & various other spots. There were some extremely cute girls about too, which is a litlle…
What a wondrous sight was our place of breakfast on Day 2 in Spain – the Museo de Jamon. Museum of Ham. Pure poetry. All that wonderful cured ham, hanging from the roof, waiting for discerning punters likeourselves to come and enjoy it. Apparently the pigs are brought up in a completely stress free environment…
Paul and I went to Madrid for Easter. Weird how that happened – the original idea of going to Russia fell through, so as a last-ditch random effort, Paul's said “How about Madrid ?”. I couldn't think of a compelling reason why not to go, and so before we knew it we found ourselves waiting…
Finally, a useful side effect of picking a tightarse Tuesday budget airline to fly with !! Since getting to the UK I've been talking about hopping over to Germany to go visit me ol' high school chum Wib, and I finally got around to it. It turned out not to be that complex a proposition,…
My idiot co-worker (who I've successfully avoided bitching about thus far) raised another one of his inane complaints the other day, this time not to do with the software. Apparently the fan on my PC case is disturbing the dust on his desk and making him sneeze more than usual, and could I do something…
What seems like about 100 years ago, I got to go to my first stadium gig. Wembley Arena (not Wembley Stadium, cos it's not properly built yet & the roof keeps falling in). Yeah, so anyway, still a big venue. And luckily my seat was about halfway up the side, so I could just make…
Time flies, therefore, am having fun. Lots to report, and no time to currently do it in. In the meantime, here's an interesting fact which Wazza dug up: The name of the first Dutchman in space was Wubbo Ockels.
I HATE Stansted Airport. Stansted Express – late & running slowly. Stansted security queue – manned by George “The Animal” Steele's less able-minded stunt double. But then, with typical British efficiency, my 2040 departing plane boards at 2050. Oh and some dickhead with one of those wheely bags accidentally drops it on the boarding stairs…
So because I've been so damn slack, but multiple attempts to get up to speed in the last week and a half have gone nowhere, here's the short, short version: 18th March – hooked up with Sean Ramsey-Hyphen-Bullshit-Moore and went to see Pete and Dud: Come Again – a play exploring the relationship between Peter…
ARSE ! For the past couple of months I've been making a rubber band ball. The project was primarily prompted by a story on the BBC news site about posties getting stick for dropping rubber bands everywhere. Apparently Royal Mail uses 342 million rubber bands a year, and after a brief look around when I…