Delayed

Well, the travel.wasn’t so bad. Mind you, getting up at 5.45 was that bad. And then some.

And the train was OK. Delayed, but not by much, because of some whacking great signal failure, and a diversion via Weybridge and all sorts.

But I got here fine. And all’s good.

Thank God for wireless networks…


Returning

Well, we’re back from Norfolk. And a bloody good week it was, too. Although I have to say I’m heartily sick of a) the World Cup in general, and b) Wayne Fucking Rooney in particular.

Anyway, plenty of photos – some of which may even make it online at some point soon – and pleasantly tanned arms. The meeting with the IFA went well, answered a lot of questions, and has given me a shitload of work to do.

Other than that, well, now it’s the weekend. And I plan to go shopping while the England match is on – the shops should be nice and quiet…


Rubber Roads

Interesting idea in this story from the BBC about a company with plans to use old disused/decommisioned railway lines, and create a road made from recycled rubber car tyres along them, which may go some way to helping relieve congestion.

So – a green option for helping to recycle rubber tyres instead of flinging them on landfill, and a way to make certain roads quicker and (possibly) cheaper than normal methods. And that uses less water etc. than the concrete that’s used in roads?

Sounds like a plan to me…


Card Reader

Before going off on this week’s holiday, I made sure that I ordered a USB card-reader, so that I can easily copy all the photos from the Digital SLR onto the laptop, rather than using the hellish method offered by Canon for doing so.

I suppose that I should’ve tested it out before going away, but well, that’d take all the fun away from it, wouldn’t it?

Still, more news/reviews/thoughts about it when I get back. I hope it works – I’d hate to have thrown the EOS20D through a window…


Counting The Hours

Once today’s over, I’m away for a week. We’ve got a weekend with friends in Ely, followed by five days on the North Norfolk coast.

I can’t wait.

3pm just can’t come soon enough.


X-Men3 – again

So, no, we didn’t actually get to see Xmen last night. And it was all because of bloody football.

What I hadn’t realised at the time was that Reading’s football stadium was host to England ‘B’ team vs. Belarus at the same time we were planning to go to the cinema. And so, because Reading’s a fucking nightmare at the best of times, let alone when there’s an England game on (even a B team one) the entire bloody place was gridlocked. Absolutely solid.

So we said sod it. There was no earthly way we’d get to the cinema on time – in fact it was pretty dodgy whether we’d get there before the film was halfway done – so we’ll see it this weekend instead.

All things considered, probably a far better plan.


Common Sense

Scene : A major commuter railway station. 8.30am.
A flood of people are coming off the train from London to work here. The flood is such that people wanting to get in to the station can’t.

Why?

Because the fucking twunts in the station have locked half the doors, so no-one can use them, in or out.

When I asked why this was, the first person said “I don’t know, I’m Revenue, I just check tickets.

Well, can you pass the comment on to someone who does work in the sodding station?
Oh no, I’m just Revenue. You’ll have to talk to the guy in the ticket office
Grrr.
So I ask him.
Well, I suppose we could unlock it. Don’t see why though.
Because it’s busy?
Oh, I suppose so

Talk about enthusiasm. I bet the sodding thing’s still locked when I go home tonight.