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Our washing machine packed up on Friday. In fact, it’s just something jammed in the drainage pump (we think), however to get to it you’ve got to basically take the whole thing apart – and based on recent repairs to the dishwasher we reckon that’s gonna be at least £100 for parts & labour. The…
On this day, 10 years ago, I landed in London. I landed without a plan, other than wanting to do something a bit different with my life. Lots of things have changed for me. I own property. I have a magnificent lovely girlfriend who I’ve been with for nearly 4 years. I can snowboard. I’m…
One minute is calibrated in length by the number of oscillations a Caesium atom makes at a laboratory in France somewhere*. However, the subjective length of a minute is different to: – a person waiting a minute for their train to arrive (slightly slower than a standard minute). – a person on a train which…
Ordinarily I’d eschew the “Parish Newsletter” format – however the simple fact is I’ve done bugger all in the way of blogging this year, and it’s certainly not been due to any lack of activity at this end! The dearth of electronic reportage has been, in part, brought on by my lack of available spare…
Is this about the time of year I usually apologise for falling miles behind on bloggery? I just re-read that Edinburgh post from about 3 weeks back and realised that the promised forthcoming detail entirely wasn’t… but it’s not a new thing, because in a variety of notebooks and scraps of paper I’ve got embryonic…
Anyone waiting for buses recently in Vauxhall would have seen a fairly imposing billboard, and it’s the sort of thing which signals to me that I must be getting older, because instead of not giving 2 shits about it, seeing it sends me into apoplectic paroxysms of rage: The principle at stake is the upcoming…
Whilst perambulating about the lovely city of Bristol the other day we stumbled past a reasonably fetching barber shop. Stumbled upon isn’t quite the right word. We weren’t really stumbling at that point of the evening, so it’s not like we were stumbling and then went past it… it was more just that we were…
Someone really should set up a museum of museums. Y’know, a sort of look through the ages (or at least since the 17th Century, when wikipedia would have you believe musea started to pop up) at the different ways in which humans have elected to catalog and display their antiquities. Not that it’s obvious how…
Wow. I just checked to see what blog entries I’d left unfinished lately, and spotted one from early May detailing how I’d been too busy to write about anything and giving dotpoints of the sort of thing that’s been going on round here. Of course, as is now plainly obvious, I’ve been so busy I…
I tell ya what, if ever you’re feeling short of the luuuurve I can definitely recommend signing up with a Facebook account, and having a birthday. My inbox today looks a little like this: You guys seriously rock. It’s humbling, and you’re all awesome. And it’s gonna take ages to respond to each one, but…