Category: old blogging

There is a big fire burning on one of the industrial estates on the old Ford Airfield. That’s about three miles or so from here, yet you can clearly see a broad plume of smoke billowing into the sky. A paramedic car has whizzed passed, shortly followed by a fire engine from Chichester, and I could hear sirens from the Bognor fire crews going along the A259 in the distance. I’m sure it’ll be on the news later.

I love spam. Not. But it does amuse me sometimes. So far this evening I’ve been able to pay off my mortgage several times over, get enormously wealthy without so much as lifting a finger, have much bigger breasts and a penis the size of Cleopatra’s Needle. Nothing unusual there, but to have that all followed by an offer of a cheap 0898 telephone number is just a wee bit serendipitious. All I need now is the phone number for a journalist at the Daily Sport, and I’m sorted.

I really must update my list of personal sites in the sidebar there. Several of them have closed down now, including, sadly, this latest casualty.
Some of us are made of sterner stuff. Or have textual diarrhoea.

There is currently a British based blog that is being heavily promoted by its author. I don’t have too much of a problem with that, except that this rather foolish and short-sighted person is promoting it by spamming the UKBloggers mailing lists and the comments areas of various UKBloggers. He’s recently left a comment over at notsosoft, which I expect Meg will have deleted by the time you get there (it’s in the Haywards Heath post).
This person (who I will neither name nor link to) has not yet learnt that if you want to get linky luurve from other bloggers, you need to earn it by writing well and possibly offering a few choice links yourself. And not just links to any old soul, but links to good sites that you actually like reading. If you insist on spamming, all you will do is get people’s backs up.
And if this person shows his face here, I’ll simply delete the comment and block the IP.
Oh, and incidentally, the site itself is crap in my opinion. To consider Death Row to be "funny" is just plain odd.

I’ve just spent an hour correcting a fundamental mistake at work, and then realising that I hadn’t made a mistake at all, and therefore correcting the correction. I’ve come out of it mildly frazzled, having used my stocks of spare Inland Revenue stationery and owing an employee a bun. Guh.
Time to go home, I think.

Busy busy. Not sure what to do first. Ear seems better today though.

Jim the Cat’s on Channel Four Thousand Six Hundred!. Meow. (1.8MB download kids).

Hmm. For the second time in four days, I’ve just been down to the pubs (Nags and W2) and none of the usual suspects are there. Must be something I said.

Wow! Onboard video from the launch of NASA’s Mars robot from Cape Canaveral (requires Real Player).

I’m getting the hang of this laptop malarkey – two documents typed in the seven minute journey between Barnham and Chichester.