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Month: June 2003

  • Another storm outside. I love

    Another storm outside. I love summer storms. I might go for a stroll if the rain doesn’t get too heavy.

  • Anyone likely to be going

    Anyone likely to be going near a branch of Zara? If so, would you pick up a few items for me and send them on? Full costs reimbursed, of course. Let me know if you can help.

  • There was a thunder storm

    There was a thunder storm here this morning, and I was hoping that the rain might lay the pollen and dust a bit. But I seem to be sneezing more than ever. Last night I was really struggling, as my eyes were itching like mad, but a few pints seem to ease that problem (or at least I didn’t notice it so much).

  • One of my neighbour’s burglar

    One of my neighbour’s burglar alarms is currently ringing. Well, not really ringing as such, but making that irritating woowoowoo noise. If it isn’t turned off quickly, they may find that they have something to be really alarmed about.

  • Beer tonight with Sarah and

    Beer tonight with Sarah and Paul, plus the W2 regulars. And Arron: well, what can I say?

  • It seems that the story

    It seems that the story of a motorcycle being in the accident yesterday at Fontwell was a total fabrication. In fact, a milk tanker overturned at the roundabout, and the road had to be cleaned as a result. Only the tanker driver was hurt, and only slightly.

  • A sunny and warm day,

    A sunny and warm day, but ultimately not a burning day, thanks to factor 30 cream and the arrival of a thin veil of high cloud. Unfortunately, not the greatest selling day. Good but not great.
    At least it means that I will not have to spend ages preparing things for tomorrow, when Tim will be on duty here at the plant fair. Therefore, I should be able to get to the bar and a cold pint in a timely fashion.

  • Sunblock on – it’s time

    Sunblock on – it’s time to head out and spend a day getting roasted in Selborne.

  • Paging Dave…… paging Dave…. Sorry

    Paging Dave…… paging Dave….

    Sorry mate, I can’t make Thursday.
    And your email is bouncing.

  • Imamzadeh Hashem, in the Alborz

    Imamzadeh Hashem, in the Alborz mountains two hours’ drive from Tehran, is where a group of women paragliders – modern women living in an Islamic state – gather. Even though they are far from Tehran’s morality squad vigilantes and the main road, they stick to strict dress codes (chador, maghnae’h and manto) in case of intruders and, to be doubly sure, prop their image of the Ayatollah against the van and unfurl their flag. Fatemeh Asgharpoor, a mother of three, told me: "In addition to all that has already been said about women’s lives in Tehran, add the summer heat. The hejab gets really annoying – Tehran is hot and polluted, and we feel boxed in. Any spare time I find, I come to the mountain and I feel free, away from the ordinary weight of being a woman in Iranian society. Flying through the air reduces my frustrations."

    Heaven and Hell and The Place To Go… are two pieces of thought-provoking photojournalism by Hengameh Golestan posted on nthposition. Hengameh is the widow of Kaveh Golestan, the freelance cameraman who was killed in the landmine explosion in Iraq that injured BBC journalist Stuart Hughes, and it is via his excellent weblog that these links come.