Heavy, Heavy Mileage

The coming week is another one with lots of miles to go under my wheels.

Tomorrow I’m off back down to Berkshire (and, of course, back again) to collect Hound. It’s been a really nice ten days without her barky shithead presence, but I know Herself will be glad to get the poxy pooch back. Me, I’d happily leave her in Berkshire. But there we go.

During the week I’ll be doing my normal commute to Bury St Edmunds, which is just second nature now, but still adds 350 miles to the week.

And I’ve also got one night of driving Herself down to London, from whence she shall depart the next day with others for a week’s holiday. I’ll be looking after Hound – who will just be eating, shitting and sleeping, following her time in ‘kennels’. (The place she goes is really ace, with lots of running round rather than being cooped up for most of the day. So she’ll be utterly knackered, and won’t have eaten much, if I know Hound)

All told, I’ll be covering near as dammit 1,000 miles between now and next Friday.  (And there’ll be another London run the week after to collect Herself   from London again, as well as a weekend seeing friends in Manchester)

I don’t mind, fortunately – the driving’s something I can do easily now, and in a lot of ways I enjoy it. I’ll be playing my music quite loud, and just making progress through the motorway system.


Pink, Portman Road, Ipswich

Last night I was supposed to be seeing Pink at the Portman Road stadium in Ipswich. I didn’t see it.

Why? Because I couldn’t find the fucking stadium.

I’m normally pretty good on finding places, but must admit that in this case I’d figured there would be some signs to follow. After all, it’s a football stadium for fuck’s sake. Surely they need some signs for away fans to get there etc.?

Apparently not. I have to assume that Ipswich is truly embarassed about the stadium – they sure as shit don’t like to admit that they’ve got one.

Driving along the A14, I got to the first turn-off for Ipswich. There’s a sign there that says “Football Stadium” with an arrow pointing straight on (i.e. don’t take the turn-off). Fine. Second junction’s the same – “Straight on for Football Stadium“. After that, nothing. I got to the far side of Ipswich, no more signs. I turned round, coming back from Felixstowe direction to Ipswich, and there’s not one fucking sign. Not one.

All told I did that stretch three times, checking the exit roads, trying to see any damn signage whatsoever that pointed me in the direction of the stadium. Nothing except those two signs saying “straight on” from one direction.

So in the end I said fuck it, and drove home.

I assume Portman Stadium etc. won’t give a shit, as they’ve got their money for the gig already. But you can be damn fucking sure I won’t be going back there again.

I do feel like a right bell-end for not being able to find a sodding football stadium. But at the same time it’s not just me, others have said it’s a shit to find unless you actually know where it is. Personally, I’m not going to make the effort to try and find it again.


Driving

Today’s another one of my big driving days. I’m taking Hound down to Berkshire to stay in the kennel that’ll have her, because of other stuff going on this weekend.

So it’s a day off work, and a day spent on the motorway. Long term it’s worthwhile, but it’ll leave me looking like a stunned primate tonight.

Enjoy.


Hectic Fortnight

The next two weeks are – to say the least – pretty damn busy.

Among other things (and not all at the same time, obviously) it will involve :

  • Giving (another) statement to police re Emma Ward
  • Driving down to Berkshire to put Hound in Kennels
  • Driving to Peterborough to collect Herself’s brother
  • A big birthday party for Herself’s grandfather
  • Driving down to Berkshire to collect Hound from kennels
  • Finishing off a couple of short script ideas
  • Seeing Pink’s gig in Ipswich

There’s also a number of work-related things in the same timescale, which isn’t helping much.

So all told, a fairly busy couple of weeks…


Union Street Urban Orchard

While I was in London last night, I had to take a walk to try and find the car park I had planned to use.

While doing so, I came across the (closed at the time) Union Street Urban Orchard. I think it’s a fantastic idea :

Designed by Heather Ring of the Wayward Plant Registry and built with the help of Bankside Open Spaces Trust and an array of other helpful volunteers the garden will regenerate a disused site in Bankside and create a place for exchange between local residents and visitors to the Festival.

As the above quote from the site says, they’ve taken a disused site on Union Street, and created an urban orchard in it. They’ve recycled pallets, tyres, wood, glass and more to make the orchard. Sadly it’s only in situ until the middle of August- although at that point the trees from the orchard will be transplanted to three or four other sites around Bankside.

Personally I’d like to see this done far more often, creating valuable green/growing space in disused plots and areas throughout cities. Of course I realise that London prices are huge and the cost of those plots is almost certainly prohibitive – but at the same time if you can make use of those disused plots that aren’t doing anything anyway, well why not?

If all else fails, I think that local authorities could/should do a CPO on some of these disused plots, and actually make solid use of those plots for the local community.

The Union Street Urban Orchard is a fantastic project. I hope it puts ideas in the heads of a lot more people.


@Media 2010 – Sociable

The @Media conference has always had two sides – the conference itself, and the sociable side of things, getting to meet one’s peers, make connections and all that.

Unsurprisingly, it’s not the side that interests me the most. In fact if I’m honest it doesn’t interest me at all.

I don’t really know why, but conferences like @Media bring out more of the autistic anti-social in me than they should. I find I don’t particularly want/need to make connections with other developers in general and I’m not overly interested in being put together in social situations with a butt-load of people I don’t know. I’m OK with people I know (whether in person or on-line) and on that score I’m OK – which is why I did meet up with friends while in London, but didn’t bother with the social @Media guff at all.

So for me I could happily live without the social side of the conference. Maybe I should do more on that side, but well, I really can’t be chuffed.


Blog/Tweet Meet

While I was down in London this time, I organised to meet up with some long-standing friends, most of whom I hadn’t seen in far too long.

I’ve known Lori and Topper since before the first Mancunian Blogmeet (October 2003, fact fiends) , known Pix since I met her at Karen and Pete’s place in Wokingham in around 2004 (I’ve looked back in the archives and can’t find that one mentioned at all – how strange) and Sevitz since Mancuian Blogmeet 2 or 3, I think.

Since then we’ve all met on occasion – and I was able to meet Lori and Sevitz last time I was in London too – but it’s always good to do so again. We do all get on really well, and we really should meet up much more often I think – the time always seems to fly past (and so does the beer) while we all gas and put the world to rights (again).

As Lori says in her own post on it, it’s also interesting to see the way the technology has changed for organising these things. Where it used to be all done via blog and comments, this time it was initially done by email, with final decisions done by email, Twitter and texts on mobile phones/smartphones.

Anyway, it was (again) a really great evening with a dollop of beer consumed as well as some gin and wine (on the part of Lori and Pix) as well as meeting Carl, Pix’s fiancée, which was a joy too.

Hopefully we’ll organise another one within the year!