As I walked into the

As I walked into the office just now, Seamus (who is the nursery cat) ran out. I had a fair idea what was going on. Inside, a local black and white cat, that we call Phil (it’s a long story), was cleaning up Seamus’s leftover lunch and eyeing a bag of kittybix on top of a cupboard. Needless to say, Seamus was less than best pleased about that. So, after I had chased Phil out, they are now sitting outside the door, about four feet apart, howling at each other. It’s actually quite fun to watch.

I AM 10% GEEK. I

I AM 10% GEEK.

I wanna be a geek. But I’m not. Why would I even want to be one. Do I think it’s fun? I should try writting an online test application at 1am in my underwear.
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I wonder why people bother to write these things. Or should I say ‘writte’?

Not sure I agree entirely

Not sure I agree entirely with this article. It raises some significant issues, but surely this is only a transitory phase, and as technology improves, the sort of issues she raises will become less of a problem? And surely, picture editing “on-the-hoof” is nothing new – reading John Simpson’s autobiographies has shown to me how television crews have been doing on-the-spot editing for the last thirty years.

My plans for spending the

My plans for spending the day in an unusual fashion have been shelved due to lack of funds. Instead, I’m going to tidy the flat, do some laundry, get lunch with Paul F, maybe go to Pallant House, nip to Waitrose and generally mess about and achieve little. Which is a good way to spend a day off work.