Category: old blogging

This site could be useful if you travel by rail within Europe or beyond, which is conceivably something I’ll be doing more of.

Gaby Rado, RIP.

We haven’t had any pictures for a while, so here are a few for you.
Firstly, you may remember that I went to Kew Gardens a few weeks ago with my friend Rachel. Here she is, stood on a gantry on the walkway around the roof of the Temperate House, fiddling with her camera.

Last Sunday, the sky was very blue indeed. So much so that I took a photo of it.

Granted, not the most exciting photo I’ve ever taken, but it was really blue! Not sure where that piece of fluff came from though. Unless it wasn’t fluff, but a very small plane doing aerobatics.

I’ve noticed recently that the council have numbered all the trees along the side of the road and in the parks. Presumably it is easier for them to keep records of the trees this way, as it must be easier to find tree number 00412 than send someone looking for the maple near the top of the steps by the junction of Orchard Street, Chapel Street and North Walls.

I noticed that if you stand at the bottom of the steps that lead up on to the wall by the junction of North Walls and Tower Street, you can’t see anything at the top except sky. For some reason this amused me.

Noted.

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.