Author: graybo

It’s too hot to do anything other than stress. At the moment I am stressing internally about just about everything you could imagine to stress about. You name it and I am sure I am stressing about it. Of course, the heat means that I am too hot to do anything about any of the things that are causing me stress, which gives me further cause for stress.
In an internal, sedentary kind of way, of course. It’s too hot to stress proactively.

A morning spent in the company of the Man From The Ministry, including a discussion on the potential problems that could be caused by Orthachaeta dissimilis, the merits of various varieties of Hedychium and Callistemon, and the thorny issue of pub licensing regulation in and around Chichester.

I haven’t posted any stupid stories from Ananova for a while. Here’s a few for you:

• Sweet nothings should be whispered into left ear. How useful.
• 60 hour singing marathon fails to win back lover. A mad Romanian. Bless!
• Doctor invents device to give women multiple orgasms. Better than 30 men, apparently. Well, 30 Romanian men.
• Battle to host Dracula Land theme park.

I feel that I should be doing *something*, but I’m not quite sure what. The usual dilemma.

Read here to find out why I take great satisfaction and comfort from living in a beautiful, peaceful city where nothing is more than ten minutes *walk* from my front door.

Advice for today: don’t drink four Aftershocks on a Monday night. Not condusive to a Tuesday morning.
Beer (and Aftershock) tonight with Paul F, Mick, Phil, Paul S and sightings of Steve C and a few others.

I have spent the last hour or so sitting in Priory Park with a good paperback and a drink (only mineral water, since you were wondering), reading, people watching and enjoying the superb view of the guildhall, the tiled roofs of St Martins and North Streets and, beyond that, the striking verdigris roof of the cathedral with the spire towering above. Even a grey squirrel, salvaging discarded chips from a nearby bin, seemed to pause for at least five minutes, taking in the view bathed in the evening sun.
I love Chichester.

There has been much discussion in nerdy blogging circles recently about the need or otherwise of making your site look anyway half decent in old browsers. I’ve just taken a look at my viewer stats, and 10% of people visiting here are using cranky old Netscape Navigator 4.x. One person uses NN3 and another Explorer 2. This would suggest that a small chunk of my audience wouldn’t have much fun looking at this site if I made it very heavily CSS dependent.
The question is this: why do some people use such ancient browsers? Downloads are readily available for newer versions of these browsers, and surely they would make the whole internetwebthang experience more..um..fulfilling? Do you use an old browser? Why?

Can’t say I have any plans for a GrayboNakedCam. But if the masses demand it…..

and in poll news, I’ve stormed ahead of Brooke and Bella – which I find shocking, as I’d much rather see one or both of them naked than see myself in the mirror in the morning.