Month: March 2003

Yay! It’s officially European Summer Time!
Now all the timestamps for the winter time posts will be one hour out, because Blogger is pants like that. But hey.
EDIT: stop the world, I wanna get off! Blogger have finally implemented code that automatically revises timestamps for Summer Time. Yay!

Bored of stories of my lovelife (not that we’ve had any for a while)? Go sort out Dave‘s instead!

The lovely Bella has been hard at work with her fella. Oi! Stop sniggering at the back! They’ve created this silly animation with a serious message. Go see.

We’ve got a vacancy at the nursery. Anyone interested in working in horticulture? Give me a shout if you are.

Stop whatever you’re doing and go and play this utterly brilliant Flash flight sim game until your eyes bleed. Found via Totally Flabbergasted.

What’s the old saying about grape and grain? Whatever it is, I know that I’m decidedly delicate this morning. So much so that I may even stay in tonight.
Anyway, beer and wine last night with countless people. Can’t be arsed to type all their names.

Thank goodness it’s Friday. I’m really keen to get to the pub and relax a bit tonight.
However, to help Friday sufferers around the world, there is a new Weebl for your delectation.

Huge fire engulfs West Pier.
Sad.
Mind you, it’s a wonder that there is anything left to burn at all.
And how could a fire start there, at the seaward end?

By my reckoning, the 100,000th visitor to this site should pass by on Sunday evening or early Monday morning. If it’s you, say hello.

Today’s Telegraph reports an exodus of 300,000 refugees from Basra. Everyone else talks of a several hundred yesterday, plus maybe 2000 this morning. So the Telegraph’s reporting continues to maintain its high standards of factual accuracy.
Matt, on the other hand, is brilliant: