Category: old blogging

cockinafrock.com – can you help? Safe for work. Ish.

Sad news this morning is of the death of Dr Currier McEwen at the age of 101. "Who he?" I hear you ask. Currier was the greatest breeder of Siberian Iris plants ever, and we grow a number of his plants on the nursery. But the fact that he was still working on his plants up until just a few months before his death suggests to me that horticulture isn’t such a bad life.

British troops killed in Iraq. The Royal Military Police barracks is just 400 yards from my front door.

Read this slowly. Beer, followed by karaoke. Yes, karoake. At the Chicago Rocks. Yes, the Chicago Rocks. With Paul F, Nicky, Michael, DA, Kearn and Jeff. Paul doing Love On The Rocks. Good, but totally overshadowed by Jeff doing Bohemian Rapsody. I’ve not laughed so much in ages.
Paul said to me at the end of the evening: "I’ve not had such a good night in ages. We’ll have to make a point of not coming here again." I concur.
Thoughts miiiiiles away.

Since I can’t be bothered to create my own content this evening, and I feel the urge to enjoy this sunny evening with beer in a pub garden, celebrating the fact that PFE has got a great new client today (not sure I can claim credit for it though, but who’s going to care about that?), here is some linkage for you to enjoy:

• Vaughan is a c*nt
• Gert gets some DSRs
• Marcia lives in the past
• Tom stands his ground, and uses "foreground" as a verb
• Davo (does anyone still call him that?) gives a round-up of Kiwi news stories
• Stuart considers changing the name of his site.

Enough! Go find your own reading material!

Waitrose do these things called "pains circe". That’s not a French nickname for the M25, but instead a rather handsome and trendy looking loaf of bread that is circular in shape with a hole at its centre. I’ve never bought one before, prefering smaller roll-type things or the occasional baton. However, as I was seeking some bread to go with my salad and duck pâté with champagne and truffles (yes, it tastes as good as it sounds), I thought to myself:
My! That’s a rather handsome and trendy looking loaf! I’ll buy one!
Verdict: it’s huge! I put it into one of the bags they provide, and the handle broke. I’m eating it now, and I’m only a third of the way through, and I’m stuffed.
There you go. Today’s exciting bread story.

Right, everything is fixed at last. However, I seem to be having problems accessing my email. Sigh.

Apparently the engineer will be here shortly. Yay!

Mind you, BT have got nothing on the Bangladeshi Telephone Board.

Phones still off. Grrr.
BT have said that I may see an engineer today. I’m not sure I like the fact that the engineer may be here. I’m not best impressed.
Neighbours have had their analogue residential line phones fixed already. But my business critical and more expensive digital line has still not been repaired, with no definite time scheduled for an engineer to call.
As you might imagine, I’m not best pleased. But as BT have a local monopoly at the moment, with no cable provision in this area, what can I do?