Thursday, February 24, 2005

more day til I can legitimately say, "I survived 'nam"...

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

the big cheese

Tuesday, February 22, 2005


Monday, February 21, 2005

Palm update

Mini computer says "maybe..."

Library roof blues

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Mini computer says "no"...

My Tungsten Palm pilot, the all-knowing, all singing and dancing diary/things to do list/calculator/photo book/minute taker/clock/address book/work planner/centre of my life and more in a small and perfectly formed pocketable block of shininess, packed in last night. It switched itself off and decided it no longer wanted to dance.

So, if I look a bit lost in the coming days, I am not panicking, I just DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING NEXT....! Uh-oh, indeed.


After seeing a free preview of The Woodsman this morning, I decided to pop along to the seafront to see some of the Sussex Beacon half marathon but somehow got sidetracked and didn't quite make it. Do the words "lame" and "oh" somehow fit together?

Fishing museum

Royal Pavilion gardens

Royal Pavilion gate

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Come and play
Everything's A-OK

peg spying



The House of the Dead III

"Care Bears Share!"

Victoria's Bar I

Victoria's Bar II


Rear window

Vanity weeping

I'm sitting at my computer. It's Saturday morning and for various reasons we've cancelled our radio show this week. An email pops up from PP in Vietnam (he was "doing a motorbike tour round the various temples" earlier). I've been dying to speak to him all week. I wonder whether he could log onto MSN messenger for a chat. So right away I send the message, "dude - are you still there - can you log onto messenger?" No response. He's obviously gone and logged off.

*She weeps in vain!*

Friday, February 18, 2005

long-necked dog

bunny's too tight to mention

whenever i'm in need of cheer
i go here

Thursday, February 17, 2005

I am Will Turner! Naturally.

With that silly beard who else could I be?! I wonder whether he drinks lots of milk.
Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?

Careless talk costs lives


Tuesday, February 15, 2005


The world's going mnemonic crazy. Was at a training session on 'Managing and participating in meetings' yesterday. Useful things to remember:
F S N P -


Even my yoga teacher today said
Keep It Simple

That would be nice, thanks.

Oh, and does anyone remember the mnemonic for Fleming's Left Hand Rule by any chance?

Monday, February 14, 2005


Saturday, February 12, 2005

Queen's Club blues: why SATs suck

I'm not a bitter person (oh, the lies!), but, hey, prepare yourself for a story soaked in snivelling self-pity...

This evening Greg and Lucy Rusedski were on a special Valentine's edition of Who wants to be a millionaire?

Lucy and Greg (from GR fan pages)

Lucy Rusedski (nee Connor) went to my school (she was a couple of years above me). Every year pupils from Year 9 were trained up to ballgirl at Queen's Club in London, the pre-Wimbledon men's grass tournament. The girls would return with exciting, bubbling stories of Boris Becker smiles, Ivan Lendl cool tank tops and metal racquets, autographs, towels and tennis balls - brimming with sheer tennis happiness. Girls in the sports teams got to ball girl on centre court (and were therefore guaranteed to be on the telly with the stars!).

This was going to be the highlight of my school days. Or so I mistakenly thought.

I played in the netball, tennis and lacrosse teams. The time had come when it was our turn to go to Queen's (c.1993-4). If I remember correctly it was also the time when the government decided to bring in pilot Standard Attainment Target tests for 14 year olds in Technology, Maths and English. So our teachers decided we would forego ballgirling at Queen's and concentrate on our studies instead. It was probably one of those brief and easily forgotten decisions during a dull staff meeting that got agreed under Any Other Business. You guess the rest of the story. It doesn't end well. It still hurts.

Lucy Connor met Greg Rusedski when she was ballgirling at Queen's and he was playing in the junior tournament (I remember her sister O being a cracking tennis player, by the way). It's not that I fancy Greg R and but it's the principle that Lucy's life changed incredibly cos of ballgirling. I mean, when would someone from a lil' old girls comprehensive end up happily marrying a millionaire tennis player??! Lines from the Greg Rusedski fan page say things such as

After Wimbledon, Greg invited Lucy to the Champions' Dinner, to which only trophy winners and their guests were invited.

Among the 130 guests [at Greg and Lucy's wedding] - dressed in black tie suits and gowns - were Formula One driver David Coulthard, British Davis Cup captain David Lloyd and fellow player Mark Petchey.

The newlyweds then left together in the vintage Jaguar for a reception at Highclere Castle.

At present they are living in a £1.2 million loft conversion next to Battersea Park.

'Nuff said.

It's not that I want fame, money, a £1.2 million attic or b-celebrity status. I don't even want to meet Mark Petchey. It just would have been cool to hang out with Andre Agassi and be on the telly. Seeing Lucy and Greg just reminds me that I just didn't get to do that.

And you know what really stings? The pilot SAT exams were later cancelled.

Why the exclaimation marks?!

Flook! Live! (1997)

My Flook! Live! CD arrived in the post yesterday. I had to admit that I'm a little disappointed - it's just over half an hour long and their extraordinary live performance just doesn't come through. I mean, there isn't a John Joe Kelly bodhran solo in earshot...

Ah, maybe that's cos he's not on it. The CD was recorded just before JJK joined in 1998... OK, so it's my own mistake. No loss - I still think Flook (now having removed the unnecessary and ugly exclaimation mark) are a great band and worth seeing live.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Brighton buses

Don't you just love it when it's dark, cold and wet and you just get to a bus stop and then this happens? Marvellous. (Bit of a contrast to this morning getting to work - a burst water main on the main road diverted all the traffic and I waited for ages - in the end I trekked round to the train station...)

Cool guitars and cool shoes:
Elvis Costello, Brighton Dome, Wednesday 9 February

In the early days, M and I used to take the mickey out of Elvis Costello for his silly glasses and rubbish songs. So to be honest, I wasn't really that keen on going to this gig at first until PP played me North and The Delivery Man. I rather like EC's strong quiver with his quieter songs, and many of the songs on The Delivery Man have really stuck with me. I don't know whether this is a new love for Elvis C or not, but I did enjoy watching the man perform. He can make a massive concert hall of people feel as if they are being invited to listen in on a secret when he sings away from the microphone with such ease. Whether you like the man's music or not, you've just got to love his gorgeous guitars (swapped over almost every other song) and his very cool silver shiny shoes.

Elvis Costello with shiny silver shoes (Lost Highway Records)

KT Tunstall, Komedia, Tuesday 8 February

KT Tunstall, 2004 (Max Dodson)

KT Tunstall, likeable, attractive Scottish woman with a fun loop machine. She records herself banging a rhythm on the body of her guitar, layers it with some tambourine, some sung notes, more sung notes in harmony, and then kicks in with her guitar and band. That's what she seems to do best, and she has quite rightly released 'Black Horse & The Cherry Tree' as a single. Unfortunately, the rest of her set was all a bit middle of the road and I found myself largely unmoved.

However, this girl's obviously gonna be big in the pop world, and I saw her first (along with a few other people)! A good after-pancake activity with good company.

Did somebody say shuttlecock......?!

old english ; scytel bolt,related to middle high german schzzel and skiozan,
to shoot.

Kung hee fat choy!

It's the year of the Rooster (since Wednesday).

For your information, goats like me like parks with fountains (according to the Collins book of Chinese horoscopes). Dear oxen dislike modern art but like traditional festivals such as Shrove Tuesday. Good thing, that.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Ring Dad

Friday, February 04, 2005

Just sometimes... is closed...

...due to inactivity.


What should we do??

Dusty vessels


Elbow patch (sign of a well loved and well worn cardie).