Monthly archives: November 2004

Round up

I thought I’d mine the main blog for stuff relevant to the Eco-House. So here’s some old news-

English Nature suggests turfing roofs to re-green the country

The Guardian’s ethical living experiment

An interactive guide to greener housing, and a related article.

Kingsmead Primary, a green school.

Bio-diesel. Jo and I both want veg oil powered Land Rovers.

The majority of house buyers would pay a bit more for energy efficiency.

Tidal energy turbines.

Take My Breath Away

At last I have managed to export the Take My Breath Away video. I’ve created a .torrent file that you can access using BlogTorrent at this page. Obviously, I’d prefer if everyone downloaded it that way, but as there’s only one seed (me) at the moment, and my computer doesn’t play well with BT, you can also download it by right clicking here and saving as…(62Mb). If you can then go to the BT page and log on as seeds it would be greatly appreciated.

If all goes well, I may put a larger and smoother QuickTime version out as a torrent.

Update If you do decide to seed the file, please leave a comment saying so. I’d like to see if we can reach a critical point where the file can be downloaded entirely by Torrent.

Sunday Morning

For the last few weeks I’ve been ferrying drunken students home from the Union on Friday and Saturday nights. It’s not quite a living, but it is money (and they finally paid me up to date today). The bus is used by various other societies and groups and, though I can take it home at the end of the night for my own safety, some times it’s needed quite early the following morning.

So it is that I’ve discovered the beauty of the city centre at nine on a Saturday morning. Or, today, ten on a Sunday. As the streets wake up and the shops open for bleary eyed business I can wander around with that light, didn’t- quite- get- enough- sleep- last- night fuzzy feeling and a tune on repeat in my head.

I love the European/ Christmas markets. They just feel so damned civilised. Slightly shaming too, because the German sausage vendor knows far more English than I know German and I could have a conversation with the little French lady selling bread, but- for her- it would be a lot like talking to a six year old.

Poor language skills aside, I enjoy the whole feeling, which I also get from Venus, of shopping in a foreign country. It’s like a little commercial peek at another culture. Plus, it reinforces my feeling that Britain should be more European. At the very least, we want to be tied to the Euro when the dollar crashes and dies.


I’ve been saving this one for a while. This is a public service to the single members of Team Spinneyhead and anyone else out there. If someone gives you an email address of, she/he is trying to give you a subtle hint.

Paper Napkin is a service to help passive-agressive cowards avoid people who would like to date them. If someone random asks you for your email address so they can contact you for a date, give them an email address (write it on a cocktail napkin for maximum effect) and we will send them a rejection message. You can put anything before the @ sign in the address, so feel free to use a real-sounding name so that they’ll believe it. If they actually send a message and it’s funny and/or desperate enough, it might get posted on the best-of page for us all to laugh at.