The in-flight information screen and I had a difference of opinion.
A real ‘bobby-dazzler’
Sharing the departure lounge with a man famous enough that even my poorly mum managed to recognise him.
Six degrees of Facebook
Looking through my friends list, and my friends’ lists, one or two interesting connections pop up.
Me and my Shadow (Minister)
Proper Planning Prevents Piss-Poor Performance. But only if everyone follows the plan.
Facebook v Real Life
I still don’t know what the fuss is about. Facebook, I mean.
Man is the sum of his memories
Things are there to remind us of what we forget, but do they have a value of their own?
No – it really was that bad
Despite our best efforts at work, some people just didn’t get the message about why there was so much travel disruption today.
Race for Life
Or backache for life! Day one of this weekend’s races in Huddersfield, and we were woefully short-handed in the Finish Funnel. But the band of cadets worked heroically, augmented by random people coming in to help when they could. The trouble (for me) was that I had to keep reaching down to my left to […]
Facebook. What’s the fuss?
Okay, I’ll give it a go. Everyone else seems to be joining.
Peaks 3, Sheep… several thousand, probably
Well, the ‘kids’ were tackling the Three Peaks in the Yorkshire Dales this weekend. Camping over last night, then starting at 8am this morning.
Not me, of course; I got the train out of Leeds just before 11am, with the intention of meeting them for lunch near Inglebrough an hour or so later. Naturally, the train was late, and I caught up with them just as they were heading out onto the second peak, but still managed to hand over the camera and new camcorder, then find the minibus which was looking after the first set of retirees. Which then headed off to The Old Hill Inn, for lunch, a few beers and a wait to meet them off the second hill, before going back into Horton-in-Ribblesdale and waiting for the intrepid explorers to do the final hill.
Now, that’s *my* idea of hill-walking!
