Tag: <span>Formula One</span>

Friday evening. Beer, pizza and the opening game of the World Cup.

Saturday morning, a quick trip into Hamilton in the morning then off to Ashton Lane in the afternoon. Of the two beer gardens we chose the wrong one, completely and utterly chock-a-block. Still, it’s nice to have a cold beer (Budvar) or five whilst enjoying the sun. Tapas for dinner – with a heavenly chorizo and black pudding dish – and then a few more shandies before we headed home.

Throughout the day I had the occasional glass of water, and had applied some suntan lotion before we had gone out so I was neither hungover nor bright pink! Phew.

Sunday has been a day of lethargy, aside from washing the car and the odd spot of tidying up it’s been Formula One and footie all day.

And the best part of the weekend? Tomorrow, cos I’ve got the day off!!

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The scene: A rather bemused man shuffles onto the darkened stage. He’s dressed in a bad suit, is carrying a few extra pounds (or 20), but seems like someone who you’d describe as “quite a nice guy”. He approaches the isolation of the spotlight, and steps up to the lone microphone.

“Er… hello” he says, not really sure where to begin. He pauses and peers out into the haze that envelops the audience.

“Well I see some new faces out there, so welcome. Emm.. feel free to have a look around… ohh and be careful where you step, but don’t worry, there’s nothing dangerous in here”

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That idea worked better in my head.

So yes, hello, good evening and welcome to all the readers of The Scottish Sunday Times Ecosse magazine. Well when I say “all” I obviously mean the ones with better taste and the ability to use an internet browser. For all my regular readers (yes both of you) please forgive this rather blatant pandering to my fifteen seconds of fame.

I guess I should offer my thoughts about the article, but I have to say that it was “exquisitely dull”, but then it’s a bit like asking a Formula One driver how he enjoyed his drive to the local supermarket. I do agree with the closing statement though:

“… you suspect that the end-user is the last thing blogging is about”

Which is, of course, partially true. However, it’s the worst kind of broad, sweeping generalisation that stems from a lack of understanding of the finer nuances of a new medium. Let me offer a small quote, left in a comment on another site, which I thought summed up the “blogosphere” perfectly:

“Blogging in itself is stupid, really, and self indulgent (or perhaps that’s just my approach to it). But it’s a hobby, and we are a nation who love our pointless little hobbies. It’s no more corrosive than other hobbies. Or rather, it shouldn’t be.”

Quoted from sarsparilla.

Anyway, enough of this nonsense.

Here is the article in question, thankfully minus the photo of my leering mug (which included a superimposed screenshot of the Benway Bunnies website for some reason I can’t quite fathom).

UPDATE: Here is a photo of my photo. Viewer discretion advised!

Addendum: Peter offers his thoughts on the article.

Blogging

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I’m a big fan of trilogies – The Godfather, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Back to the Future, The Matrix… emm.. and all the others (yeah Alien but I’ve only seen the first one) – so I’m looking forward to the Return of the King, the final instalment in the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve not read the books, and managed to watch the first two films unadultered by reviews, comments, or any spoilers. Unfortunately this morning I lapsed, but it wasn’t really my fault… honest.

The Metro were doing a “Special Edition” with a centre page thing full of snippets from cast and crew. I glanced over it briefly, with one eye shut and the other barely open (drawing a few quizzical looks from fellow train passengers, yeah I spotted you staring at me little miss ‘can’t be bothered to brush my hair this morning’), to check for any spoilers. I didn’t really spot any so I resumed my normal reading posture and facial expression – hunched over, elbows out, with my tongue trapped on my bottom lip.

And the reason I didn’t spot any? Because they had been cleverly worked into the snippets! Argh!

I won’t say anything here though. Well…. no, no, I won’t. Promise.

And as ever when something like this happens, I’m reminded of the time, the year after Formula One coverage switched to ITV, (stop me if I’ve told you this one before… ohhh you can’t.. ha ha the joys of self-censorship!) when, after having managed to stay away from the results of the a Grand Prix so I could watch the entire re-run and not know if Mr.Schumacher had won his umpteenth world title, those lovely people announced the result. The fact that this happened minutes before the ITV re-run was about to start was, of course, coincidence. Of course.

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Quick roundup
Attracted by the picture of Marilyn Monroe I found that lip size is the key to sexual attraction, which is nice to know.
Whilst on the BBC site, I caught up on the rule changes for Formula One for this season.
I also found a link to an item we bought at the weekend which suggests that, despite arranging an induction at a local gym (for Saturday morning), we are getting lazier.
And another item we purchased for £35 in a one day offer at PC World – thanks for spotting that one Dad (ohh and for going to pick it up too).

Elsewhere, Alex has spotted more Galactic Toss Monkeys, Stuart is considering a hiatus (but Vaughan beat him to it), Mike is awfully quiet, probably recovering after the marathon competition he ran (no not ran a marathon…), Meg has a story about a drum to tell you, and I couldn’t agree more with Dan.

Catch up with the rest of you later – probably when I get back home from Daredevil.

P.S. I’m really trying hard to add title tags to my links, have you noticed?

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