I suspected there’d be something horribly wrong with XP.
Images of the Week
I got the photos back from last Saturday. Here’s the ‘King Of The World!’ moment. Hard to believe just moments earlier I’d been getting intimate with the little rock.
Elsewhere, work continues on Usual Time, Usual Place. This is one of the cleaner images I’ve done in the last week and a bit.
I got completely and utterly lost today whilst driving along, and ended up in Oxford. I wish I’d been able to stay longer, but could only get an hour in because the traffic fascists (sorry, wardens), were out in force.
Then I went to check out a model village I’ve been seeing the sign for all summer on my many trips up and down the M40, only to find that it’s shut for the winter.
Ah well, bugger it all, I’m back off up North next week.
Happy, happy day! I’m on the way back to Manchester. I move in next Friday. Wa Hey!
Phrase of the day (in relation to the last post) is kiddy fiddler.
From the paper version of the London Evening Standard’s report on Jonathon King’s sentence for child abuse– ‘His victims were not streetwise London teenagers but from the provinces or abroad.’
The funniest, and most insulting, piece of unintentional humour I’ve seen in a while.
No update tonight. My sister’s stopping over on her way to the Alps, so I’ll do the work on Thursday.
Ah, Manchester, so much to answer for.
In, roughly, chronological order- Went up to Manchester to ‘work’ (well, I did two hours worth, and I discovered my ex-boss hates me- which makes me happy) with a lift from John. It’s his last fortnight at work, so we lined up many beers in Rain. Lots of beer was consumed. I lost at arm wrestling to a girl who was all of five feet tall and off her head on caffeine, then tried to swap tops with her (I was drunk enough to think I’d get away with it too!)
More beer, a boogie in Springbok (didn’t I go into one of those in Cardiff? Or was that the Kangaroo? or the Sloth? I’m losing track of all the theme bars!) This bit is all a little fuzzy, I’ll have to wait until I develop the photos.
The evening was rounded off with disgusting greasy chicken on St. Peter’s Square and a ‘King of the World’ moment on the pebble.
And then there was Saturday, spent in that wierd netherworld of the heavy duty hangover, wandering around the city centre and then having random renditions of ‘Jerusalem’ sung at me in the pub. But that’s another story.
So, how long until the Northern Alliance are America’s enemy number one?
Okay, this would appear to be genuine, the former Doobie Brothers guitarist acts as a consultant on missile technology. Next up is OPM on drugs policy, Eminem on family matters and Marc Bolan on safe driving.
I haven’t had much to say for the last few days. I’ve been looking at accomodation in Manchester, as I’m getting more determined to move North again.
Found this interesting site on American Civil War history. It is the stuff of movies, but you can bet they’d edit out the killings.
I’ve dumped RealPlayer and reinstalled MusicMatch, WinAmp and Sonique. Somewhere in amongst all of that I have to find a media player that won’t crash my system.
They now have bullets which will kill people but not damage plane fuselages. Which is so damn reassuring, let me tell you. I popped over to the Guns & Ammo site looking for their smug claims that one armed person on flights would have stopped September 11th and found it in an article about Air Marshals.
I’m having a bad media player day. First RealPlayer got all pissy and gave me out of memory messages when I tried listening to Radio4 online and now Windows media player has frozen mid download.
From the office, I should have been able to see Concorde taking off, but the sky was so overcast over Heathrow I just got to hear it. I know it’s going to become commonplace and I’ll get to see it a couple of times a day in the coming weeks, but this was historic.
Who’d have thought that inside the Phantom Menace there was a decent film struggling to get out?
First of an occassional series of daily pictures. Got Milk? (Thanks Paul)
The thing about abstinence is that when you start drinking again it is so much easier to get drunk. One bottle of beer in and I’m feeling happily fuzzy.