The blog
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Brain dump
This is not the sort of journal that receives fanmail. No earnest entreaties from idealistic teenagers convinced that great truths are to be found here. No breathless words of adoration from nubile young women wishing to mail me selections of their underwear. No carefully-crafted nuggets from ageing intellectuals delighted to at last be able to…
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Bitter tears
In the words of Xander in season one of Buffy, “I'm just gonna go home, lie down and listen to country music…the music of pain”. Specifically, in this case, Dolly Parton and Alison Krauss coming up again and again on iTunes random shuffle. Result after result going the way of 2000… the growing realisation that…
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A cruel death
There's a lamp on Beloved Other Half's desk. It's just an ordinary lamp with the standard bell-shaped top almost entirely filled by the bulb. We usually have it pointing towards the ceiling – it gives a good light in a dark corner. Smoke just started streaming out of it. I figured it was the electrics…
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Forecasting
I'm going to stick my neck out and make a last-minute election prediction: Kerry wins. Not by much in the popular vote, but by quite a bit in the electoral college. I think there's a majority there to remove Bush, but the Republicans' campaign to define Kerry by his failings has worked to neutralise that.…
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And out of the silence came –
My God – I think it's just possible that I might soon be able to write something again…
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Pot Noodle nightmare
The true nightmare of coming home from holiday is this: sitting at work at 2am eating a Bombay Bad Boy Pot Noodle because it's the only food available. It doesn't get any worse than that. Yes, I'm home. The holiday went well, the walk was successful, and I've lost weight – a few inches from…
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TV, travel, good times
Right – I’m off tomorrow for a fortnight, initially tramping the byways of the South West Coast Path, then recovering in St Ives. No computer! But I will be staying in a guesthouse called Fraggle Rock. Here’s the itinerary: Day 1, Th Sept 30, Falmouth, The Grove Hotel, http://www.cornwall-online.co.uk/grovehotel/Welcome.html Day 2, Fr Oct 1, Portloe,…
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A-boating we will go
This seems to be the time of year for bloggers to float off on boats – I'm looking forward to reading White Hart's adventures when I get a moment. In non-boat related LiveJournal stuff I owe a huge 'thank you' to Cirieno for alerting me to an eBay auction where I was able to pick…
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Stay at your desks and never go to sea
Drizzling rain. Low clouds. Goose shit. No headroom. Condensation. Flushing the toilet with bowls of river water. Yup, we're on the Norfolk Broads in the boat again. And right now, I wouldn't be anywhere else.