In response to the Spinneyhead managment’s comments on HTLM code compability the SUA has the following comments to make: “Netscape and Opera are known to have given in to Microsoft’s non-standard coding. This is not W3C approved HTML and should be frowned upon by any self respecting web designer. Mozilla shows the true path – VIVA EL MOZILLA!”

The Spinneyhead layout works in IE, Opera and Netscape, but Mozilla is the only thing that has ever had issues and was incapable of displaying the table properly (though if you clicked through to a link and then came back, it was laid out properly. I know most surfers don’t do this, but it’s an interesting effect.) The HTML is ploddingly simple, I don’t think there are any browser specific tags in there, so I don’t know how I could change it. Logo when I get the time can be arsed. I’m slowly rolling out stuff like CSS, so it should all get easier to maintain. I’ll consider the call to go over to left hand drive, mind, and I am about due another change of background colour.

Of course, I’ll only change anything if I can find a coalition of the willing to back me up on going Puce and displaying all the text as Courier

A guy gets three laptops and suddenly he thinks he can unionise!

Well, little Johnny Hoffa can organise teamster spinneyhead over the next fortnight, because my posts are going to be sparse as I wait for BTOpenWorld to reconnect me to broadband (BT broadband could have done it the same day, but OpenWorld, because I’ve also got them as my ISP, have got to make it as complicated as possible. I think they’re hoping I’ll forget so they can charge me the default penalty).

I’ll still be posting from work mind.

It’s all cute and hairy and cuddly- and the teddy’s made of silk and mohair.

People hoard the strangest things, and EBay has given them, or more often their children and grandchildren, the chance to profit from clearing out the attic. Museum curators are also finding this phenomenon useful when it comes to getting those everyday items that make history more relevant.

They stayed inside the yellow lines as planes were tractored past them onto elevators. Engineers and air crew dashed back and forth, but everyone was too engrossed in their tasks to notice the three strangers in unmarked overalls. Still Sheel kept her arm locked and ready down by her side.

An ammunition loader, clipping shells into a chain, scattered bullets off his table. He grabbed another handful and continued. Bobb scooped three from the floor and gave them to Sheel. She slid them into the hole in her upper arm and willed explosive fragmentary projectiles be made from them.

Huge doors had been rolled open, to reveal a multi level hangar. A three motored transport plane was being pulled through the gap. Several rows of soldiers awaited its arrival. Swapped glances and shaken heads ruled that escape plan out. With the plane past, Bobb headed for a small door in the far wall.

They were back in human sized corridors, keeping left- as was the etiquette- and heading against the prevailing flow. The uniforms around them carried far more, and more complex, rank insignia. Still no one questioned their presence, however.

There was a large briefing room, with pilots grouped around a relief map. Bobb spotted briefing notes on a table just inside the door and grabbed some. �It�ll be nice to know where we�re going.�

The crowd thinned out as their route wound down side corridors. Finally they opened a door and were out in the open. They were looking out on the rear of a giant, moving island. There was a roar as a pair of planes flew overhead, having just taken off far above. Far below, a docking bay carved out of the structure of the ship held two flying boats. �This is huge. How could anyone build something this large?� Sheel had relaxed enough to unlock her arm, there was no movement below.

�They�d ask us the same question if they knew how we got here.� Bobb gestured with the maps, �You can fly one of those?�

�I�ve got all the principles. I don�t think I�ll kill us.�

�That�s reassuring. Let�s get off this thing.�

Special forces are in the East of Africa helping the local governments root out Al Quaeda. The extra judicial killings are worrying- these are the guys who used an armed Predator against a car full of suspects- but it does seem a far better idea than a full scale invasion of a country that can hardly shoot back and has no proveable connection to AQ.

Meanwhile, the meme about cargo ships laden with NBCs is taking hold.

an alternative “al-Qa’ida navy”, thought to number some 20 ships, which are suspected of supplying arms and explosives to terrorist groups, was already being monitored.

I joined Bookcrossing a few months ago, then did absolutely nothing about it because all the other members seemed to be American. It’s grown rapidly since then and is far more global, so it’s time to reconsider. I was going to empty my shelves as part of the move anyway, and include copies of my own book for publicity purposes, so it’s not all altruistic.

David Blaine encased in ice? Pah! A real man would spend 48 hours surrounded by mature cheddar.

“This is an endurance test and I hope to test my body – I’m not going to wimp out and use a mild cheese.”

A short piece detailing some recent examples of why France isn’t the cowardly traitor the US wants to paint it as.