More on Brian Trubshaw. In particular, note how he dealt with a “trickier moment” – bear in mind that a VC-10 is about the size of a Boeing 737.
Frannie, my upstairs neighbour, is a practising Christian. She is currently listening to Songs of Praise at full volume. I am fighting back with To Rococo Rot. On the first day of 2000, I was rudely woken at about 3pm by Cliff Richard‘s Millennium Prayer on auto-repeat at full volume for nearly an hour. Frannie’s great.
crews of council workmen are roaming the city this afternoon gathering sandbags. All the pipes have been removed from Market Avenue. Chichester is gradually getting back to normal – next week they are going to remove the temporary bridge from South Street, probably the most potent symbol of the flooding threat. It will be strange with it gone.
hmm. Irritatingly, Blogger does not allow me to alter the times of newly posted entires to BST – if I switch to GMT+1, it alters all entries, new and old. So, the time stamp at the foot of each entry now bears the suffix GMT.
last night: beer with Matt, Tam and Kearn. very pleasant.
this morning: bumped into James and Bern (his new paramour apparently) on the train. He had failed to remember that it was Mother’s Day – nice one mate.
to submit, or not to submit – that is the question.
Meg is clearly an inveterate liar.
as you will probably have realised, I am mostly drawn to personal websites – the ones where the authors bare their souls from time to time. But I also quite like sites that involve some good design, and, better still, good photography. This is a good one, and may be only the second US-based site to be added to my must-see bloglist in the navbar.