Month: April 2001

sorry – not drunk enough tonight for proper drunken post-pub blogging. Financial constraints meant I only shuffled out late for a quick couple of pints in the company of Paul F, Brenda, Greg and Dave (landlord of the Nags). Discussion (started by Brenda, honest) focussed speculation on the size of Rebekah’s nipples. hmm. Large possibly, although I am not convinced (Rebekah is the barmaid in the Nags, and has the biggest breasts of any woman I have ever met). Anyone know for sure?

oh bugger. my head has slipped into neutral. must be Friday.

Website Malkovichator – utterly brilliant (and nicked from Luke).

The preferred blogging list (in the navbar) now features a Tom A and a Tom C. Is there a Tom B with a quality blog to complete the set? Scary Tom?

Today’s blogging (and good mood) is brought to you by the letter M, this band and this man.

Here’s an interesting project. Looks like I am fairly middle-aged in blogging terms. (link nicked from Angie.)

I have AIM on my PC at home, but it is freshly installed and I haven’t got round to customising the standard setup. On my PC at work, when one of my “buddies” logs off, I get a cheery “goodbyeeeeee!” courtesy of Bugs Bunny (yeh, I know – I’m a big kid). The standard AIM sound is a slamming door. I hate it. It seems sometimes to be a personal comment, a door slammed in anger, perhaps even in the face. Especially when the person who is leaving is someone you’d really like to be talking to, but feel that you should wait for them to initiate the conversation.

I’ve just done something very enjoyable. For a long time (more than three months), my camera has sat on my shelf with a part-exposed film inside of a holiday I’d rather forget. I’ve been pondering what to do with it – discard the film or expose it. Well, tonight was a superb sunny evening (if a bit cold), so as soon as I got home I went out and used the last 24 frames around Chichester. I’ll post the results here (subject to editing) once I have got them processed – I’ve hoped to have caught a little of the atmosphere and character of the place, right from the more touristy stuff like the cathedral spire, down to the minutae of the front door of the archdeanery, through to the contradiction of the Shippams factory in the city centre and the betting office and tattoo parlour next to the old chapel in North Street. Anyway, I’ll post the best pictures on here and you can judge for yourself.

further to the current train of thought on the web as means/end, read this. (link poached from none other than Ev himself)

Creator of BBC test card dies. (thanks David)