Month: July 2004

bookmark_borderMonday Fair

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It’s the Glasgow Fair today, in other words it’s a Glasgow Bank Holiday. I don’t get bank holidays though but having slept in for work (!!) I’m going to work at home. As for WHY I slept in… well Louise is off all week, and I guessed we both just flaked out and slept through my alarm. Cue sudden wake up when, through one half-open eye, I read my clock and it says 09.57.

Mind you it was a bit of a crazy weekend even though we didn’t do much other than cleaning, tidying, cutting, weeding, hacking, pulling, dusting, wiping, scrubbing, washing, filling, emptying, and a lot of other -ing words. Louise’s parents arrive on Wednesday.

I hardly touched my PC all weekend which I have to admit was a nice change, might try it again sometime. This DID mean that I’ve got a bit of a backlog on my “PC-based” todo list, which includes mocking up a site design for my best mate who has just started his own company. It also includes reformatting this site to make it more accessible, sorting the display issues on IE 5.5, and re-adding the search box which seems to be absent without leave (I don’t recall removing it… did someone nick it?)

I DID spend a few hours on Saturday trying to hook up a wireless network at my sister-in-laws house. They have two PCs and I thought I’d go for the same setup that I use at home… would the damn thing work? Would it buggery!!! Still pissed off about that, will try again next weekend (when it will probably work first time without me changing a thing). Computers, don’t ya just love them?

We also managed to source a new gas fire. It’s lovely. Inset, brushed steel surround, clean lines, light colours, and only £750. Sounds like a lot, but we’d seen it elsewhere for £1250 and above and dismissed it as too expensive. Which reminds me that we have another “wee man” coming round to quote us for a new boiler/removal of the back boiler. Here’s hoping he’s closer to the £2k mark or that lovely new fire we both covet is out of the equation (and it is very much an equation, we are determined to stick to our budget)

Finally, it seems like my brother-in-laws Ménière’s is now attacking his other ear. He’s almost deaf in one ear already, and had bad attack last night. He’s booked into the specialists tomorrow. Fingers crossed it’s something else. He’s only 33. Good luck Paul.

bookmark_borderw.bloggar test

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Well the new Blogger interface is causing problems all over the shop so I’m back to using w.bloggar. Just checking that it works.

[Listening to: Space Odyssey – Carl Craig]
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bookmark_borderFree Speech

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Following on from the Secret Agent documentary on the BNP last night, BBC Breakfast had a debate about whether or not members of the BNP should be prosecuted. One advocate of free speech stated, repeatedly, that anyone should be allowed to say what they want as it was up to “me” to make up my own mind, and that censorship was an insult to the intelligence of the British public.

Sheesh. “The intelligence of the British public” is rapidly becoming an oxymoron of staggering depth. If the British public can “see how stupid these people are” thanks to free speech, then why did the BNP manage to increase their portion of the vote during the recent European elections? Same can be said of the UKIP.

Mind you the same could be said of Hitler, but then we are all well enough educated that we won’t make that kind of mistake again… right?

bookmark_borderShattered Glass

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Let’s set the scene:

You are standing near the doors of a railway carriage. The train is crammed full as the previous six carriage train was cancelled, and the next one is only three carriages. The windows of the train are open, they tilt in leaving a gap of no more than five inches or so at the top of the window, but it’s enough to get some sort of breeze.

Where you stand there is a large panel of thick glass, which divides the doors from the seated area.

Suddenly there is a loud bang, the large panel of glass you are standing with your back to explodes and showers you in fragments and chunks of glass. A stone falls to the floor along with most of the panel. You leap forward, as far as possible, and let out a scream.

Needless to say I got a bit of a fright, but I was more concerned about my friend who was the person standing in front of the glass panel (thankfully I only got a few bits on my sleeve and in my hair). She was very shaken up, and ended up with cuts all down her back and arms.

What’s astonishing is that the stone made it in through one of the windows before smashing the glass pane inside – must be a one in a million shot that one.

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