Saturday, 28 August 2010

Afternoon Out





Polridmouth (Pridmth in local :) ) beach was not unduly crowded despite the bright, warm, sunny day, possibly because you have to use your legs for about a mile to get there from the nearest car park and there are no fast-food outlets in the vicinity, thus naturally excluding lazy, greedy emmets.

Went for a paddle and picked up some slate for garden ornamentation purposes - not as much as I'd have liked even though it was to be had in abundance but would've been too heavy a load since we came back the long route along part of  The Saints' Way.  A good 10-mile hike in all - pleasantly tired and only one small blister.  Ah, how I've missed this!
























Friday, 27 August 2010

Thursday, 26 August 2010

One of my favourite things




The Wall - Hapshash and the Coloured Coat

Alas, while there are quite a lot of google hits for this obscure band of psychedelic poster designers plus Mike Batt of Wombling fame, it appears impossible to track down the actual song lyrics.

Dead Spook

BBC news report



Police alerted only when the guy's colleagues hadn't seen him for 10 days!

What the hell sort of attendance management policy do they have at MI6??  I was an hour late getting in one day and had the boss peering thru my kitchen window to check I was still alive!



Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Apricot Redux

Our small, prickly friend turned up again this evening - back door is firmly shut against further incursions this time



Saturday, 21 August 2010

Factoid



All porcupines float in water




Friday, 20 August 2010

We built this city ....

Cool song and a fascinating little video by Kaiser Chiefs with, amazingly, John Peel on keyboards, one of the Gallagher brothers on guitar and Nigel Tufnell on drums 















In other news, interesting to see the Lib-Dems shedding the remnants of the Dionysian, the only thing that made them appealing, for the Mission Apollo power-trip.  

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

How do you

turn a duck into a soul man?

Stick it in the microwave until its bill withers


Sunday, 15 August 2010

Idle thought

Is Dennis Norden Wayne Hussey's dad?



It might as well rain until September ...

... and probably will.




A week that started badly and got progressively worse; work impossible, technology issues, mental meltdown, market computer bloke doesn't sell mac-compatible keyboards, too many people in the quick-trim hairdresser's booth, called round to see someone who wasn't in, potential sausage disaster en train BUT red flahs can make a lot of difference :)





New Guinea impatiens

Saturday, 14 August 2010

Irritating Service Provider





A whole week of arguing with ISP to try to get a MAC reference. 


"We are unable to generate it because of the kind of contract you have"


"Eh?"


"You have MPF"


"Eh?"


"Metallic Path Facility; a MAC number cannot be generated"


So because the ISP has stuck me with MPF (Whatever TF that is and is a matter I was given no choice about), I am unable to change providers with a simple MAC ref but would have to cancel the existing broadband and start from scratch with a new provider (which would take about 3 weeks apparently).


A truly fiendish stitch-up.  Not a Happy Bunny.







Wednesday, 11 August 2010

Saturday, 7 August 2010

Blind Possessed Choirboys

Laughing is, in my opinion, one of the top three or four sensations available to human beings.  This makes me laugh like a drain even after many viewings.







Unrelated visual: new hanging basket



Thursday, 5 August 2010

Happiness ...

... is in your own hands

Monday, 2 August 2010

Lux salis

... of which more later

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Pimp Mah Pavilion


Apricot


Awoken at 4 of the morning clock by the rustling of plastic bags (in which are stored hundreds of beads and semi-precious stones). Turning on the light in order to remove whichever cat has decided they are playthings, I see the cat simply staring at a bag moving, so it appears, of its own volition.

"Oh shit, they've brought in a rat", was the first thought and so I threw a heavy cardigan over the bag, took the whole lot outside to the river bank and out fell a tightly-curled up adult hedgehog! No way the cats could have dragged Mr Tiggywinkle in so he must've wandered to my bedroom under his own steam.

No photo of the actual beastie alas, as camera batteries on charge. Here is a very similar critter. Note: cardi straight in the wash; hedgehog fleas are vicious - I'd tend not to put them on the kitchen scales either.