It’s not often that spam makes me smile these days. However, I’ve just been told in an email from Mr Collins Potty (no kidding!) that I’ve won £1.5million in the Watford Lottery. Watford is, of course, famous for many wonderful things, but I don’t believe that a multi-million lottery is one of them.
Author: graybo
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SatNav
I’m still not convinced that SatNav is a good idea. Here is more evidence to prove that I’m better off with a map.
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Quarter of a million
Sometime in the next day or two, visitor number 250,000 will come by this site. My advice: hit refresh repeatedly until it happens.
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Emily Grace
Huge congratulations to Sarah and Paul who became parents to Emily Grace yesterday. Mum and baby are reportedly doing well, and I’m sure that Dad is still trying to get his head around the concept – even though you have nine months to get ready, nothing really prepares you.
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Two years
Today is our wedding anniversary. We have celebrated by taking Tom to a children’s farm, having tea and cake in a tearoom and collecting some sweet chestnuts (something that we did on the slopes of Mount Etna during our honeymoon). Tonight we’re going out for dinner.
Low key, but just right.
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1096 days
Three years ago today, I saw a very beautiful, tall, blonde woman for the first time. She was wearing black leather boots with killer heels, which she’d bought just for the occasion. The fact that she could barely walk in them was neither here nor there.
We’d celebrate this anniversary, if only we both didn’t have filthy colds. Bah! Still, we have our wedding anniversary next week, so hopefully we will recover by then.
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More on comment spam
Sometime during the night, Akismet caught the 150,000th spam comment to be sent to this site.
The last 50,000 have taken 104 days to arrive, compared with 95 days for the previous 50,000 and 139 days for the first 50,000. In the last 104 days, an average of 480 spam comments have been submitted each day, which equates to one every three minutes. If it wasn’t for Akismet, I think I would have given up on blogging by now.
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There will be content…
…I promise. In the meantime, here is
the testcarda photo of Oustreham port at dawn.
I like the way that my rather knackered Nokia, struggling with the low light conditions, has produced a fine piece of pointillist art.
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Airport, ooo-eee-ooo, flying away, flying away!
The Motors. Bless.
Anyway, this post comes to you from the departures lounge at Gatwick’s North Terminal. Not bad considering I should currently be sitting in some nice bar in Budapest, having arrived about two-and-a-half hours ago from Heathrow.
So you can say that it hasn’t been a great day so far. Having left home on time, dropping Tom at his childminder en route, I soon ground to a halt on the M25. I had a rotten time of it on the M25 on Monday, but this was even worse, to such an extent that I stopped the engine and sat reading for 15 minutes. Clearly, it was even less of a great day for the unfortunates in the accident at junction 10, but it meant that it was soon obvious that I was going to miss my flight. Malev have been as helpful as they can be, given that they have no later flight from Heathrow and have got me on the evening flight from Gatwick, but it has cost me £100 (although that includes a compulsory upgrade to business class due to economy being packed to the gunwhales) plus £11 for a two hour trip on the tube and train (I needed to leave my car at Heathrow as my return flight takes me there).
Which brings me to today’s idle thought. How come, as you amble along the Piccadilly Line, you pass Barons Court (no apostrophe), Earl’s Court (Earl who?) and Knightsbridge (all one word)? Any ideas why these names should be constructed differently? And is there a link between the noble places?
Anyway, more nonsense after the weekend, assuming my journey goes ok and there are no riots. In the meantime, check out the cricket and then go along to the food festival at Glynde Place this weekend.