This week I came a little closer to full-time working. I currently have two hydrotherapy sessions per week, on Monday and Thursday afternoons. The only way I can get to the hospital in time for my appointment is to work from home on those two mornings, which is just what I've been doing. Working from home is great - you fall out of your bed, and almost instantly you're at your workplace, without any need for that irksome commuting malarkey.
The other three days I'm working in the office, which strikes me as quite a good balance. Much as I like working from home, I think I'd feel somewhat isolated if I did that all the time.
But enough of work. After tomorrow, I'm on holiday for two weeks. Woo, and furthermore, hoo!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Yes, it's another Doctor Who post
Uh-oh. Only one more episode of the current run of Doctor Who. After that we'll have to wait almost six months for the Christmas special. How will we cope?
My personal solution is to start watching the old episodes, from the glory days of Tom Baker. I'm working my way through those, currently on Terror of the Zygons. Just in case that's not enough, I'm also downloading the adventures of some of the other Doctors; Troughton, Davison and McCoy. Can't quite bring myself to start watching Colin Baker yet, but maybe one day.
Of course, getting hold of the early episodes is difficult, thanks the the BBC's policy of wiping a lot of the tapes in the 70s. Jaw-droppingly stupid, even by BBC standards. Fortunately though, the Whovian fan base is sufficiently obsessive to have taken the trouble to reconstruct many of the lost episodes using a combination of stills, home recordings, and animation.
For the moment though, I'm sticking with the Tom Baker years, and looking forward to the episodes where Leela appears. Uh, not for any particular reason... no, really.
My personal solution is to start watching the old episodes, from the glory days of Tom Baker. I'm working my way through those, currently on Terror of the Zygons. Just in case that's not enough, I'm also downloading the adventures of some of the other Doctors; Troughton, Davison and McCoy. Can't quite bring myself to start watching Colin Baker yet, but maybe one day.
Of course, getting hold of the early episodes is difficult, thanks the the BBC's policy of wiping a lot of the tapes in the 70s. Jaw-droppingly stupid, even by BBC standards. Fortunately though, the Whovian fan base is sufficiently obsessive to have taken the trouble to reconstruct many of the lost episodes using a combination of stills, home recordings, and animation.
For the moment though, I'm sticking with the Tom Baker years, and looking forward to the episodes where Leela appears. Uh, not for any particular reason... no, really.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Longest Day
I love this time of year. It's almost 10:30pm and it's still light outside. OK, not what you'd call broad daylight, but not much darker than a dull afternoon (and there are plenty of those).
It's all downhill from here.
It's all downhill from here.
Ricky
The Ricky Gervais show at the SECC in Glasgow in a couple of months is, unsurprisingly, sold out. Hurrah, then, for eBay. Front row tickets, centre stage? That'll do nicely, thanks.
OK, they cost a fortune, but hey, it's only money.
OK, they cost a fortune, but hey, it's only money.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Diminishing Returns
Wasted approximately 90 minutes of my life earlier this evening watching Hostel: Part II. It sucked out loud.
Seriously, I'm trying to think of something good to say about it. OK, well, at least it had the decency to be short.
Not quite short enough, unfortunately.
Seriously, I'm trying to think of something good to say about it. OK, well, at least it had the decency to be short.
Not quite short enough, unfortunately.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Man from DelMonte
The above named band played at the pub on Saturday night, for the second time inside a month. Dreadful name, great band.
You have to admire a band whose set includes covers of songs by everyone from Leonard Cohen to Madonna, from Otis Redding to Tenacious D. They do a nice sideline in crude comedy too, as evidenced by their re-working of the lyrics to "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay".
Think about it. I reckon you can figure it out*.
* You need a clue? Pffft. What rhymes with 'Sitting', 'Dock' and 'Bay'?
You have to admire a band whose set includes covers of songs by everyone from Leonard Cohen to Madonna, from Otis Redding to Tenacious D. They do a nice sideline in crude comedy too, as evidenced by their re-working of the lyrics to "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay".
Think about it. I reckon you can figure it out*.
* You need a clue? Pffft. What rhymes with 'Sitting', 'Dock' and 'Bay'?
The Kingsize of Comedy
Farewell then, Bernard Manning. Many people considered you the most offensive man on the planet, and thought you to be a racist misogynist homophobe. Others claimed you were the funniest man in Britain.
At the very least, you didn't single out any particular group. You ripped into black people, gays, the disabled, Indians, Pakistanis, lesbians, mothers-in-law, and any other women who didn't fall into either of the two previous categories. Oh, and the Scottish (probably). In fact, pretty much anyone who wasn't Bernard Manning.
Your critics clearly were missing the point. Your jokes were just that - jokes. No-one could actually hold the views you so often spoke of. Right?
Right?
Bernard?
At the very least, you didn't single out any particular group. You ripped into black people, gays, the disabled, Indians, Pakistanis, lesbians, mothers-in-law, and any other women who didn't fall into either of the two previous categories. Oh, and the Scottish (probably). In fact, pretty much anyone who wasn't Bernard Manning.
Your critics clearly were missing the point. Your jokes were just that - jokes. No-one could actually hold the views you so often spoke of. Right?
Right?
Bernard?
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Guess Who
Oh. My. God.
OK, it was the worst kept secret in decades. But still. It was edge-of-seat TV. And by a mile, the best episode of Doctor Who since our old friend came back to us.
OK, it was the worst kept secret in decades. But still. It was edge-of-seat TV. And by a mile, the best episode of Doctor Who since our old friend came back to us.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Where's My (insert item here)
Grrr. I hate losing things. Unfortunately, being a highly disorganised kind of guy, I lose things all the time. The annoying part of it is, despite having tons of crap I'll never use or need again, I never lose any of that stuff. Only the good stuff goes missing.
For instance. If just one CD from my collection has to go missing, you can bet your bottom dollar it won't be "Million Seller" by the Pooh Sticks. By the way, they were having a laugh with that title, obviously. Hands up anyone else who owns "Million Seller". Hmmmm, nope, I'm not seeing a million hands.
Nope, if just once CD has to go missing, it will be the one you love most. You know, the one with the song you want them to play at your funeral*. Which brings me to my next point.
What song would you want played at your funeral? I've narrowed it down to these few...
* Cheery fucker, aint I?
For instance. If just one CD from my collection has to go missing, you can bet your bottom dollar it won't be "Million Seller" by the Pooh Sticks. By the way, they were having a laugh with that title, obviously. Hands up anyone else who owns "Million Seller". Hmmmm, nope, I'm not seeing a million hands.
Nope, if just once CD has to go missing, it will be the one you love most. You know, the one with the song you want them to play at your funeral*. Which brings me to my next point.
What song would you want played at your funeral? I've narrowed it down to these few...
- Born To Run
- Bridge Over Troubled Water (maybe the Johnny Cash version)
- Desperados Under The Eaves
* Cheery fucker, aint I?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Things Not To Do In Glasgow When You're Dead
After enjoying a Friday evening in Glasgow, you may come to regret your decision to cut short your part in the festivities in order to get the last train home. Seriously, don't do it. Don't even think about it. Find someone to stay with overnight (who, and how you go about this is entirely up to you). Book a hotel room, even. But for the love of God, or Buddha, or Allah, or Graham the Giant Pixie, don't get the last train.
In case you didn't know, or couldn't have guessed, the last train is full - and I mean full - of Very Drunk People. You'll know they're Very Drunk People, because even though you may have had a good few drinks yourself, this lot will still appear to be completely off their respective tits.
If you really can't avoid getting on the last train, there are a couple of things you can do to prepare yourself. Firstly, buy some earplugs. You'll need these, unless you like the idea of spending the journey listening to some very loud, very tuneless and very sweary singing.
Secondly, unless you have the name of a very good dry-cleaning service, take a large polythene sheet. You'll thank me for this piece of advice when the 25-stone guy with the mega-sized kebab and the unsteady hands decides to sit next to you. Trust me on this one.
In case you didn't know, or couldn't have guessed, the last train is full - and I mean full - of Very Drunk People. You'll know they're Very Drunk People, because even though you may have had a good few drinks yourself, this lot will still appear to be completely off their respective tits.
If you really can't avoid getting on the last train, there are a couple of things you can do to prepare yourself. Firstly, buy some earplugs. You'll need these, unless you like the idea of spending the journey listening to some very loud, very tuneless and very sweary singing.
Secondly, unless you have the name of a very good dry-cleaning service, take a large polythene sheet. You'll thank me for this piece of advice when the 25-stone guy with the mega-sized kebab and the unsteady hands decides to sit next to you. Trust me on this one.
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