Month: March 2003

radio grayblog is now back on air, after more than three hours of uploading, recoding and cursing here. 22 tracks removed, 21 tracks added. I’m far too tired to update the playlist this evening, but I promise to do it soon.

Sorry for the terribly short notice, but radio grayblog will be offline for a while this evening whilst I upgrade the playlist.

Blogger has been arsing about. I typed a lovely long post about my day in London, only for it to be chewed and disappear. So I’m currently too miffed to type anything much here. But, in the meantime, feel free to wonder why anyone would search for this.

It’s too nice to sit indoors, so I will give you a full report on yesterday’s battle with public transport later, as well as trying to link stories about talking fish and Thora Hird in an amusing fashion.

Expect quiet here today, as I’m off to The Smoke for the day.
Normal service, whatever that is, will resume tomorrow.

Dinner tonight with the folks and staff. Very pleasant and free of charge, which is always a good thing..

Cricket commentary, but not as we know it. via soon-to-be-a-dad Steve.

Cats have it made. Seamus is just being a total sun sponge today, soaking up the rays on the carpet by a window in the house. Wish I could join him, but I simply have too much to do.
Anyway, how are you lot? You’re all being a bit quiet.

Just been to the amenity tip to recycle a couple of old knackered monitors and things. I’m a great fan of recycling, but some people seem to get a bit mixed up about what it means. As I was unloading my waste (no puns please), an elderly man, clearly being driven by his daughter, arrived. He got out of the car, and walked towards the attendant, clutching a single copy of the recently replaced telephone directory. He handed it to the attendant, turned, got back into the car and left. The attendant looked at the man, then at the phone book and shrugged before hurling it over the wall into the waste area.
(Pollution caused by car on journey to the tip) – (Reduced landfill from recycling phone book) = Still a net loss to the planet, I reckon.

Be warned. I am in an incredibly good mood this morning. Let’s just hope that my reasons for being cheerful persist. Chief amongst them is the fact that it is a glorious sunny morning, so much so that I was swayed to wear my shades on the way to work, which, when combined with my stubble and hooded fleece, make me look like Unabomber.