Saturday, January 28, 2006

It was Australia Day on Thursday and apparently it's traditional to make a pavlova. Alison's so traditional she made two. We're still eating the egg yolks...

My history is a little fuzzy but I think Australia Day celebrates when the brave, valiant English landed on a rather large island and clubbed some natives over the head, before relaxing with an illadvisable game of cricket, under the beady eyes of the locals. That folly has cost us dearly in the world of sport, but then it's cricket, so who gives a monkeys? At least they're rubbish at football, they can't decide if they want to play rugby instead. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Wireless? Bollocks more like.

I've finally given up on my piece of shit wireless router. NEVER EVER BUY ANYTHING FROM US ROBOTICS. It basically hasn't worked since I bought it a couple of years ago, keeps dropping the signal. I think it's something wrong with the DHCP server in it, but I've tried every configuration under the sun, and nothing works. Sometimes it'll go for days no problems, then all of a sudden will keep dropping the signal all evening, even after the constant unplug and restart routine that I sometimes doll out to annoying users at work.

And no I didn't call tech support. I don't think it would be boasting to say I know more about this stuff then they do. My basil plant knows more about 802.11g then they do. Oh yeah, don't buy this!

Anyway, after nearly throwing the fucking thing at a wall I decided to get a new router. A lot of support forums I looked at recommended Netgear, so I'm gonna get this. Actually, many people who had the same problem with the US Robotics Turd Box (USR8054) said that the only way to fix it was throw the piece of crap in the bin. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Is anyone here a marine biologist?

I wonder how much they'll sell the whale soup for?

Friday, January 20, 2006

Tourists = insects

Tourists are basically like locusts. They hear about the next great attraction, then swarm to it, killing off all the native visitors until it's just a hollow shell of it's previous incarnation.
Obviously I am not talking about you or I, the responsible traveller, eager to seek out the offbeat and unusual, but rather the uneducated doofus, who garners their itinerary from a guide book. Just look at the West End. The only people you'll ever find in the West End are tourists and stag/hen nights from some god-awful provincial cesspit like Stevenage, Ashford or Essex. I'm sure once upon a time it was a nice place, but now it's resigned to forever be a 'tourist hotspot', but at least we know it's there, and avoid it like the plague.

The reason for this rant is that I've just come back from Borough Market (where I picked up some excellent sour dough bread, as well as a few other edible goodies) and the place was absolutely swamped with tourists. They were everywhere, bumping the local trade out of the way with their grotesque, obese frames and inexplicably enormous rucksacks. It took me ages to get my Pyrenean salami because I had to wait for a gang of undernourished backpackers to sample everything on the table, eight times. Pretty soon it's going to start driving all the local cutomers away (by that I mean mostly the people who work nearby) and there'll be no one going to the market who actually spends any money. They won't be able to survive on the takeaway food they sell alone, and they need this extra trade from people who maybe don't want to consume the rat oil that passes for extra virgin olive oil in Tesco's.

Anyway, we'll have to see what happens, but if things get any worse I'll have to regress back to shopping in supermarkets. That is until Muswell Hill Sainsbury's gets a mention in Lonely Planet.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006


Google has recently launched a video search service - hours of fun.

Have a look at this one

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Lost without Lost

Well the first series of Lost is over and we still don't know what's down the hatch (guessing not a well stocked fridge and Playstations) or where the fuck the polar bears come from. Now Wednesday returns to it's former position as mid-week hump.

In the M&S near my work they have an electronic queueing machine - you know where it shouts out which cashier to go to next. Anyway, some days they also have some guy do exactly the same job, like today. So you get shouted at by the machine, shouted at by the guy, and if that isn't enough there's a screen with the next till in HUGE fucking numbers in front of you. This is not a big store. I am not blind. I can see when a customer leaves the till, I HAVE USED SHOPS BEFORE!

Monday, January 09, 2006


Alison's first Christmas away from family and she said she enjoyed herself, so I'll take her word for it. She missed them loads though. Can you spot which is the odd one out below? Well done, it's obviously the pot plant on the right. It's the only one without multicoloured decorations.

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Tim at a football game

Indisputable proof that Tim went to a football match. This was on Boxing Day. We left at half time because it was cold and boring. Doesn't he look like he's enjoying it? I finally figured out how to use Picasa properly, hence the sudden photo splurge. Jamie's just jealous because he doesn't have a camera, although I'm sure he's going to treat us to dramatic photos of New York from his phone. No 1. Here's the back of someone's seat on the plane, No. 2. Here's my left palm, No 3. Here's some snow...or is that the sky... etc

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Stick Man Walking

I thought Tim might like this, it's a blind-clicky-pedestrian-crossing box in Vienna. I'm sure it actually has a real name that someone might know.

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It's War of the Worlds

I was just going through some old photos, so check this out - a bridge in Bratislava. There's actually a restaurant up in the top of this evil looking tripod, but it was inaccessible at the time we visited (translation - the lift was stuck).

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