A good whine & overdue job

I've been somewhat grounded with a shitty head cold ever since I went to Glasgow late last week. A number of days later and it has well & truly outstayed its welcome and I'm getting somewhat sick of it...

So much so that you could say that I am sick and tired of being sick and tired!

I had been watching, distractedly, the news tonight having given up on a desparate search to find something more cerebral than 'Emmerdale Fargin Farm' to watch (on this note, may I add that the latest rouse of digital Freeview activity which took place yesterday has, notably, given us a new station called 'Dave' and stripped away UK History from the 6pm-1am programming schedule. Nice one! I'm sure there aren't any office workers out there who would like to watch something more 'informative' than God-forsaken soapies, when they get home from a hard days work. Especially if you look at todays normal television schedule for 7.30pm, where you have the grand options of EastEnders, Snooker, Emmerdale, News {after Hollyoaks} and Nigel Marven's Shark Island {an hour after Home and Away finishes} ).

Anyway, the news had an article about the middle-classed English drinking too much wine at home! 'Jolly good' I thought and, as mentioned, being sick & tired of being sick & tired, I put on my jumper, thick denim jacket & wolly hat and trundled off down the road to buy a nice bottle of wine.

Somewhat partial to New World wines (surprise, surprise, but, in my defence, who isn't?) this is the 2nd time I've bought a 2007 Villa Maria Sauvignon Blanc from their private bin and I've got to say it is jolly nice.

I normally stick to the £5-8 bracket, due to an inbuilt natural thriftiness (read: tight) and the realisation that my palette is not that distinguished, nor versed in fine-world wines (I don't even drink Red, but that is a very good story for another day). But I quite happily coughed up £10 for this little number, which got about 8 steps in the door before, unsurprisingly, its head got knocked off.

In an associated fit of enthusiasm last night (also trying to rid this cold from my consciousness) I launched into some well-overdue tasks. Before I knew it I had decided to change the strings on my trusty guitar, which has served for well for nigh on 20 years now.

I haven't changed the strings for years (5 at least) which is inexcusable. I always think to myself go and play it steady for a few weeks and then, when I'm a bit more up to speed, put a fresh set on then. The theory being that the initial rich vibrancy of new strings are wasted if they are only going to be used by rusty fingers (watch out younger readers, it's the same type of mindset you'll find you get afflicted with when you get older - saving 'good looking' or 'useful' plastic bags).

All of which is complete twaddle and I should have just changed them years ago.

If you look at the lower section of the picture (click for a zoomed version), you'll see there is a pretty cool dust smear, where I swiped my finger down it. Normally it lives in its flight case, but over the last year its been running around free and, apparently, collecting my human detritus.

Now it's all sparkly & shiny again with brand new strings, and that is before I even get into the brightness & richness of the sound (resonance is what I'm trying to say). If I didn't know better I'd say it sounds like a 12-string.

It's always has had a great sound (far greater players than I will ever be, have often commented so) that stands it way above what its initial purchase figure would suggest. I think its life beside me in sooo many & various temperatures and climates around the world, frantically cooled & heated from many trips in unpressurised aircraft holds and the just 'general' knocking about its taken - not to mention the odd kicking, falling over and general 'being dragged about' (that's before i got the flight case obviously) has added to its rich & unusual vibrance.

So, that's me, away to get quietly phished by myself and fiddle with my guitar - nice night in at home, eh (...unless you have a 'life', partner, children or SKY, of course)!


p.s. an addendum to this story. Halfway into my 2nd glass (they're only wee) and I figured I'd go and record a little number on it and then post it on this blog as an .mp3. Having duly practised for 5 mins and found my £2 microphone (which I flogged off somebody once - state of the art 'quality'), I realised that you can't upload/host .mp3 files to Blogger's server anyway.

Which is a bummer - about to give my first global gig and the theatre hall collapses around me... farg' me!

moose in da hoose...

When I was young I used to like to draw. Particularly, I used to like to pull things apart and draw the contents of what was, by then, a freshly ruined item (I'm talking about 1-speaker headphones, vice cats).

Sadly, that all kind of died on its arse when I turned 12 and elected to follow more academic pursuits. Assuming, after receiving advice from elders, that it was the better and more relevant way for me to go (I don't necessarily disagree with the advice given, but if I had been the one giving 'said advice' to a young mind, I would have chucked in a "sometimes there is more to life than a black & white decision, or consideration").

Pity because now, many years later, I realise I quite like drawing and find it's a fairly cathartic thing for me to do. Also, I'm happy to admit, my drawing skills are cocooned at a 12 year old level, which is fine, since the things I'm inclined to draw include logos & cartoon characters. Besides which, as a 'Homer' (Springfield vice Greece), its more about the act of drawing, vice what you actually produce.

I don't know if it all started sub-consciously with me pondering sub-orbital animals (see last post & comments), but, late last night, with sore eyes from staring at a computer screen all day, I picked up a bit of paper and started scribbling away.

A short time later and a wee moose had turned up.

By the time I realised the perspective was all out of kilter with the cheese etc, I didn't really care, was enjoying myself and thought bugger it, just carry on (no-one will see it anyway).

So, I kinda like him, even with his wonky perspective & late minute nose-job and figured I'd launch him into cyberspace...

Sputnik on...

All 3 of the regular readers of this blog will not be surprised to hear that I'm a pretty keen monkey on all matters of space. As a kid I wanted to be an astronaut, but the NZ space administration would have had trouble organising a car boot sale, let along lobbing something into space.

So, today, the 4th October 2007, hearlds 50 years since the Soviets blasted 'Sputnik' into space, the first man made object to orbit the earth. It was a shade under 60cm in width and a shade over 80kg in weight and couldn't do much except electronically bleep "I'm sputnik", or the russian equivalent.

Well done to the Ruskies, it was a stirling effort and the igniter that sparked the Space Race...

it's always interesting to relate relative technology and one comparison I love is that the computer on board of Apollo 11 (the one that took Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin & Michael Collins to the moon and back) had a 8KB processor on it. What is that you ask, well, effectively, it had the computing power of the most basic calculator you could find in a shop now i.e. one that could add, subtract, divide & multiply and that's about it.

In my own homage to space I have always named my computers / technological bits of kits after major space components. There has been Sputnik, Voyager, Apollo, Titan and others. Only my first computer didn't adhere to the system and he was called 'larry', as in 'Larry the Laptop' - perhaps I should write to NASA with a down-to-earth naming suggestion.

As it goes, I've had a bit of a technological day today myself as I took receipt of a long dreamt of Garmin Forerunner 305. Essentially it's a stopwatch, but it also records your heartrate and, with thanks to it's onboard GPS, it also maps your route, change in altitude in a spatial 3D manner, all of which can be downloaded to a computer.

Last Sunday, 30 Sep, I chalked up my 100th run for the year and as I've wanted one of these puppies for years, I treated myself. Earlier in the year when i did the bulk of the work toward this goal (back in NZ), I thought if/when I get to the centennial target, I will treat myself to something nice as a wee pat on the back for my efforts (as you get older there ain't too many people to pat you on the back, so you've got to do it yourself sometimes), even though, financially, there are plenty of other things that I should be putting my money towards at the moment.

I'm lucky if I get to 60 runs in a year, so I've broken all previous records and still have 3 calendar months to go in this year. So, i'm quite aware that I'm setting a personal record this year that I ain't ever going to beat. I've always wanted to be a person who just happily bounds out on runs 3 times a week, but that is not my mindset.

I'm the kind of guy who gets fit for 6 weeks and then craps out, only having to go through the whole painful 'getting fit again' phase again, 2 months later (this has been going on for about 25 years now).

Anyway, well done to Sputnik and a pat on the back to myself too. I now need to go and name the little bugger - sadly i've used 'Sputnik' before, so I need to dream up something else... Albert II was the first monkey in space (erm, on a one way ticket), but it doesn't quite have the ring I'm looking for.

Any suggestions welcome...

still badgering

I went to write a 'well done' on a site that caught my imagination today and ended up writing a Fargin' essay and bombing their guestbook with it. Since I can't seem to write on my own blog, I might as well whack it in here too.

To most folk the discussion may be a bit esoteric (discussing programming languages), but I'm sure you'll appreciate the underlying sentiment, as we all use the interent & computers, if you can be bothered to read through my blether. What they've done is to set up a platform that shows the programming code which will produce the words to the song '99 bottles of beer on the wall'.

The kicker is though, that it is open for other programmers to contribute to and they write the same functionality, but in varying languages (they're up to 1120 when I viewed it). It might not sound like much, but I explain my enthusiasm below (you can see the site at 99-bottles-of-beer.net/), whilst also managing to make a couple of bad jokes and attempting to offend the Chinese government at the same time:

Author: Captain Fargon
Location: Earth

FANTASTIC++

"Wow, I wish I knew of this site last century when I first started programming!

It is so useful, especially when you are first starting out, to be able to compare programming languages in multiple syntax, all achieving the same function…

Darn, the amount of sleep, hair and mojo I could have saved over the years by not fretting over which language to next self-learn! The time & energy I put into getting a handle on what was going where, which would be most useful & what was truly the 'right path to follow’ (which, as it turns out, is none of them as it is all relative to what you're trying to achieve and whether, generally, your vent in life is for altruistic or commercial gain), almost makes me cry now, looking back.

Flying on a non-binary level, I speak a couple of languages (Deutsch & Espanol) and, similarly, dual-language books are a wonderful tool for advancing rapidly in your appreciation & digestion of a new language.

On each open page of said books, you have the new language on one side and the translation into your mother-tongue, on the other. Once you've learnt 300-500 words etc and have what is recognised educationally as the ‘initial grasp of a language’ (enough to be able to read, & generally understand, a book written for a 7 year old), you can then rapidly advance your broader understanding and base knowledge of the new tongue, by being able to immediately relate the new word, term or phrase of what you are reading, to your existing vocational map - Antipodean English, of the 'Kiwi' variant, in my case...

The first programming language I learnt was Javascript, circa 1998, and 'experienced' programming soothsayers of the day (established Gods, as it seemed to me at the time), would tell me that I was wasting my time, it was doomed and would be defunct in 5 years and, besides which, it wasn't a real programming language anyway!

Well, knocking on 10 years later (and, maybe, 10 forays into various languages), I still think learning Javascript up front was the best thing I ever did (HTML came first of course)!

With social networking sites & Web 2.0 ever so gently evolving, Javascript is a handy tool and trusted friend to have in the box. These days, with its fundamental association to things like Ajax & ActionScript (Flash programming language), it is only ever going to become more prevalent as richer interactive web applications come to the fore of EVERYBODIES lives.

See Google Maps or Google Analytics (if you’re a website owner) in action, in order to see the opening salvo’s of the future of the internet / computer. And, ultimately, the part they will play in the evolution of Homo Superior. These sorts of applications, platform independent, will sit on your computer desktop, fridge, tv et al, and 'richly' assist your life whether connected to the internet or not.

Even the new ‘One Laptop Per Child’ XO machines are running on Python and good ol’ Javascript (discover the Project here). If the project works and I really hope it does, there could be ½ billion of them running around the planet in 10 years time (or whatever form the ‘machines’ may evolve into).

Well done to the chaps (or chapesses) who thought up the idea and created this site. A fine initative indeed and, I’m sure, of invaluable use to new & developing programmers out there.

I’ll certainly buy you a beer one day when I meet you in a bar… hopefully not in a Chinese prison camp on Mars though (free thought and all that)."

21 years

wow, twenty one years...

I forgot to say...

... while I was writing that blog earlier today I got an e-mail from a mate which said something like - "I've got a spare ticket to go and see Blondie playing at the Castle tonight. Do you want to go?"

To which I spluttered (or, as best as one can splutter via e-mail and a keyboard) "You mean like Blondie? Blondie as in Debbie Harry or, now, the 62 year old 'Deborah' Harry?".

"Hell yeah dude!".

I had somewhat of a crush on her when I was a wee fella (along with a NZ singer called Sharon O'Neill) and hoped / imagined that my future wife would look like / be like 'Debbie Harry' (little did I know that decades later the closest thing I would have for a wife, would be a 3kg flat rectangular box of plastic & metal, made by 'Uncle Sony').

Now that it is raining outside (it is still 'summer' over here, of course) as I know first-hand having just come back in from a run, I've discovered that my friend, who is somewhat younger than I, is not so keen to go any more (the tickets were free, God knows how or why). But he ain't gonna get out of it that easily!

So, now, I'm quickly heating up something to eat, writing this blog and preparing to have a quick shower. I've already checked online with Ticketmaster and I can't take my good camera with me - let alone my zoom lens! So Mr Nokia N95, here's your big chance to be a hero and prove your worth. Let's see what snaps you can take of an elderly lady, from a distance and in the rain.

I'll post them over the weekend if it works!

Cool, I must admit I'm a pretty happy little bunny about all of this...

hectic times

"for the love of God" I've cried many times in the last few weeks, which, as an antitheist, shows the lengths of desperation I've been driven to...

To summarise the last few weeks:

The great British summer has rolled on, or rained on, to be more precise. So much so, that it had a bloody good go at raining out Wimbledon! Whilst all that was going on, the flooding was getting to extreme levels, noticeably around Sheffield. Which luckily is nowhere near where I live - but, it is, however, where my Broadband supplier has their network center (including their backup system).

One Thursday morning I'm sitting there trying to do some work when I can't get on the Internet!

Naturally, I assume that things have fallen at my end over so I start disconnecting & re-connecting things to try and diagnose / resolve the problem. 90 mins later and I decide to give up & go & have lunch. After lunch I phone my ISP who told me about the flooding problem. "Oh!" I said, and "Any idea how long it will be out for?". "No idea, the engineers haven't even made it on site yet... due to the flooding!".

So, in the end, it was about 4 hours in total until I was back up an online (which I thought was pretty good). Having said that, for the next week and a bit my Broadband was pretty poor. I'm supposed to be on a 24MB service, which, even with my close location to the exchange, should degrade to 18MB by the time it gets here, but, in reality, I've never seen it above 8MB (haven't had the time to really tweak my settings / firewall to get the best out of it) and, typically, it sits at around 4/5MB. During that soggy 1 1/2 weeks, it dropped, at times, to about 30KB (that's KB not MB), which is worse than the hazy old dial up days at the end of the last century.

Next on the list of life tales was my phone - that's my cool Sony P990i that I've dribbled on about before. I damaged the screen a few weeks ago when it was in my bag and since I have insurance with my phone provider, I figured I'd get it sorted out properly. A week later it turns out that it is 'inefficient to repair" and it needs to be replaced. No problemo I thought, I'll happily have a new handset, but then I get informed that there are no more handsets available as 'they don't make them anymore'.

Say what? Sony was 15 months late in releasing them in the first place (I know, because I was impatiently waiting for it to come out on the market) and now, 9 months later, they're not providing them anymore to the UK (& Europe presumably). In the words of John McEnroe "You can not be serious!".

Meanwhile, the phone dude is on the phone with the insurance people and tells me that I can have any other handset I want (great), but they need to know which model now so they can tie up the paperwork (not so great). 'Holy crap' ('more blasphemy' said Mr Dawkins) I had done no research on where the current smart phone market stood and, in my business life, my phone is an essential part of my operating system (it needs to act as a mobile modem, ideally wireless i.e. Bluetooth or WLAN, for my laptop when I'm on the move - especially downunder).

He tried to talk me into a Blackberry device, but I knew I needed more than that (and it looked like one of those Japanese kids toys, that you need to feed every 20min or it would die). Luckily I had, by sheer fluke, been reading about a hot new phone on the market just the other day. So, after quickly firing off some questions at him about the spec's, I said "I'll have a Nokia N95 thanks!" (Nokia fluff or Wikipedia brief).

So, like that, I had just taken a huge roll of the dice and hoped I was not about to get Steve Irwin'ed by it.

As it turns out, I hit triple gold on this one and the wee handset is an absolute gem. I got it home, dutifully charged it up and started to learn how to work it. It had all the functionality of my old Sony (in a smaller handset) Bluetooth, WLAN, office system, media player, 5MB camera (the picture at the right taken at night the other day. Being a handset with a small lens the quality is poor at night, but I like the pic anyway), DVD quality video camera (I find that hard to believe) and a few other surprises to boot.

Most notable of which was as I was flicking through the manual I spied a page on 'GPS' and I thought 'no way, it must be an attachment you can buy!'. But, low & behold, it does have a GPS receiver on it and integrated maps, so I can use it as a navigational device (although it can take 20mins for the handset to lock onto the satellites. Fair enough though I figure as it is only a wee phone, with plenty of other things to do).

So, all in all, that turned out pretty well.

Now to the real gripe. Having felt sick Saturday last, to the point where I threw up a few times (I really can't remember the last time I actually threw up from 'real' sickness. It must be over a decade at least, I'd say) I had to abort on my plans to go out for the day (I had a n important sporting event to watch and a mates birthday party to go to that night 30 miles south of here). By the evening I was feeling a lot better and decided I'd commence the Vista upgrade (the new operating system from Windows, released in January) for my fairly top end Sony laptop (dual processors, 2GB RAM, which is only 8 months old). How hard could that be I thought to myself?

Well, for the love of fargin' God, what an absolute performance that has been!

I have never dealt with such an absolutely dreadful system in my life. Now get me right, I'm not a basher of Microsoft products. In due course I'll happily get a Mac Powerbook (when finances allow) to supplement my PC / laptops (I've worked on Macs quite a bit and even had a friends laptop for 6 months while he was away overseas), but I harbour nothing particularly for or against either operating system. I don't bang on for either of them - believing that they both have their strengths (& weaknesses) and uses in specific work environments.

I'm a great believer in what ever helps humanity get along and move forward in the best manner, is worthy of hearty applaud and on that front, Bill Gates and his lot have done the best job (i'm talking the 90's here). I've worked in critical environments where there were non-standard systems and everyone had their own protocols and it was downright infuriating, inefficient and, in this case, dangerous. So, what Microsoft did bringing in home computers and standardising operating systems was fantastic and could have saved us a decade if the industry kept muddling around doing their own thing i.e. if there had been 10 main vendors of operating systems.

So fair dues to them for getting us all onto a moderately similar wavelength at that point in time. Having said all of that, after almost 2 weeks with it, the Vista operating system, as it stands, is absolute crap (is that the best the Microsoft development team could come up with in 5 years and a rip of the Mac GUI, Graphical User Interface, to boot)!

I have never had to 'crash' shut down my PC so many times, since the dark days of Windows '98 and its cursed blue screen. Vista is forever dropping connections, drivers or a tonne of other infuriating things.

When I develop web applications I run them on my own computer, simulating how they will run on a real web server and, consequently, on the Internet. I, and most developers, do this to speed up development time and reduce a tonne of other variables that might be causing problems. Normally, applications will work in the blink of any eye on your local computer (localhost) since it is all happening onboard your own computer.

Well, since I've had Vista installed, the speed of my Localhost testing platform has dropped to an absolute crawl. When I even try to open a webpage it will take 8-20 seconds to load a normal page, let alone interact with a database (that is worse than the first ever modem I used back in 1990, which must have been about 9.6KB).

I can not believe it, I have been reduced to doing all my development online and from a personal point of view, am used to starting up my laptop to find that 'this time' my speakers aren't working, it can't connect to the Internet for love nor money, I can't install Vista-approved programs (even bypassing UAC) or a million other things.

*sigh*, I've seriously thought about rolling back to Windows XP, but I just don't have the time to make such a retro step. So, I'll just hang on until they bring out the first service pack which should hopefully sort out a number of these issues.

A word to you all then, if you don't need to install Vista then DON'T! It has been 6 months since they launched it, but I'd give it another 6 months at least and, especially, wait until the bring out the first service pack for the mongrel!

been badgering...

...still flat out and with so much work to do at the moment. I haven't even had a chance to properly appreciate and moan endlessly to someone about the weather we're having... which has been absolutely crap, for those of you who read this blog from overseas and aren't experiencing, personally, the joy of living through the UK's 'Summer of 07', at the moment...

Well, with no spare time and, now, today, having spied myself blethering away on other blogs, I figured I should stop badgering people and go and put something on my own (one poor chap has had close to 2 letters dropped on his). Which is great except I can't think of much of interest to say. Of the 2 things that I can think of, one would be quite boring (to most folks) and the other is more a recent "oh shit" sort of life moment.

So for those of you with a 'Compu-Global-Hyper-Meganet' interest to all things computer'ish, you'll be pleased to hear I've bought some interesting software recently.

Basically, after years of clawing my way up the design ladder via various purchases & upgrade options, I've now gone and bought the 'Adobe CS3 Design Premium' package, which includes:

Photoshop CS3
Illustrator CS3 (for doing logos, cartoon work, page layout stuff)
Dreamweaver CS3 (web design software)
Flash CS3 (whizzy software software, for motion/video stuff you often see on the web)
Acrobat Professional (useful for, amongst other things, making multi-page .pdf's)
InDesign CS3 (never had this before - for making books, brochures - print / press program)

So that is all great, although when I said "bought it", I should probably really say I "VISA'd the moment".

I won't bleat on about it at the moment, except to say it is awesome kit and a fantastic feeling to have such full set of software and, frankly, nice to have it so close after its release date. I've been using pre-CS software for ages, so it is fun to catch up on that front.

Funny thing was after I'd ordered it, on the Saturday morning on which it was due to arrive, I had waited patiently by the door for it to arrive. Having got to 1 o'clock and needing some milk, with no sign of the disc, I decided "bugger it" and popped down the road to the shops.

As i'm leaving, I open the door and 'clunk' the parcel falls to the floor from where it had just been leaning on the door. So, great, a massively expensive box of software has just been sitting outside my front door, unattended, all morning. Annoying, since I had been up since early on, waiting especially for the postman or any sign of him, with no radio or tv on, but you'd be kidding me if there was any friggin' knock or buzz at the door.

And, to add insult to injury, when I tested it, the box fitted through the mail slot anyway.

Funny ol' thing, a week or so later, I ordered a new mouse online (which I like to call my "blue-tooth-moose", which, when said quickly, becomes "blue-tooth-mooth"... really, it seems funnier in real life). When it arrived, there's a buzz and an additional crisp knock at the door and a friendly, cheerful delivery dude is standing at the door, with my mooth... and to conclude the transaction, I had to sign his Star Trek autographer collector to boot...

Now, on the 2nd subject, I've having second thoughts about talking about the 'oh shit' moment, so might leave it and see how it pans out over the next couple of days...

picture to the right - has no relevance to this post, just a snap I took in Japan that I like (looks better if you click on it)...

Oh what a week

I was watching the film 'Bobby' (chronicling the events at the Ambassador Hotel and the last day of Robert Kennedy, prior to his assassination) on the flight back from Japan, not so long ago. More recently, I've just chalked up another birthday and the two events combine to remind me of something that I'd noted when I was a much younger.

It was quite a week on planet Earth in the time around when I was born - none of which, admittedly, was related to me. In chronological order, the following happened:

- 4 days before I was born, Kylie Minogue was born (alright, perhaps not the biggest of newspaper sales on this one)
- the day before I was born Hellen Keller died
- the day after I was born Andy Warhol was almost fatally shot (never recovered in some ways)
- A couple of days after I was born Robert Kennedy was shot, dying a short period of time later

Kinda busy week for the newsreaders.

Astute readers of this blog will have done some age calculations by now and be able to understand why, on occasion, I have said that "I was shitting myself when man walked on the moon...".

Which, whilst very true, needs to be appreciated in the 'literal' rather than 'emotional' sense. Presumably, I was also sucking my thumb, crawling across the floor and facing the wrong way as a man made a small step & giant leap for mankind...

Well, that was a giant leap for 6 years, until they cancelled the whole firkin' space program!

about time..!

Whoops, what happened there, eh? One minute I'm on a bus and, then, I disappear off Fargonia for 4 months.

Well, since it's such a funky date, 567, I figured that it was well overdue that I said something.

The Antipodiddlies were interesting, Japan foreign & San Francisco wins the award for the 'place of the trip'.

Something said...

& cheers to the folk who badgered me to do so (they probably hoped for more).

Technology in the Colonies...

Most impressed - sitting here on a bus, cruising down the line to my folks place & I have my laptop hooked up to the Internet, via a connection established on my mobile phone. It's pretty slow, but, all things considered, its pretty amazing. Here's a picture of the view...
Chat soon...

Picture cancelled - firewall problem or something and this ain't the place to sort it out...

*** so, 5 days later and I've finally got this blog posted... few troubles with the natives i.e. firewalls & the local Vodafone system (forced to use Internet Explorer for some reason).

from Conan to Dawkins

What a jolly hoot travelling can be...!

I've made some real rookie travelling mistakes in the last few days (lost MUNI passes being just one of them), but, then again, I'm cool with the fact that I'm somewhat rusty in the 'mobile warrior stakes.' Nonetheless, I've had a whale of a time and, as it stands, I wish I never had to leave San Francisco.

On a tangental note, I've noticed a 'trying' trend in my recent escapades around planet Earth, whereupon I arrive in a place 'out of season', enjoy a day or two of good weather, haphazardly wombling around the local tourist sites... and then the weather turns!

It happened to me earlier this year in Hamburg and, now, it's done it again in San Fran. I was out at Alcatraz yesterday (I hope to write some notes from that wee adventure shortly) and, then, when I got back to town, the weather turned and holy crap, did it chuck it down.

Anyway, today, being a Saturday, I was up early this morning, heading down to local ice skating rinks to try and buy some ice hockey skates for my nephew. I caught the bus down the road and then as I came onto the main drag, I was passing the 'Four Seasons Hotel' at 765 Market St.

Now the streets were pretty empty, but as I passed the hotel I looked left and noticed a tall chap, with red hair & angular features, who was standing on the curb outside the front of the hotel, talking on his mobile. I immediately clocked who it was, looking somewhat rougher in real life and, I suspect, hungover, but there he was, larger than life, I knew that for that moment in time I was sharing the same bit of the Universe as Conan O'Brien.

Being a sad git and with very little self-pride, I immediately came to a halt, rummaged in my bag, got out my cellphone and made a very poor impression of someone not taking a photo... while taking a photo....

In the heat of the moment, I didn't get much of a chance to take the picture and, as you can see it is a pretty poor picture (you'd be fair in saying that could be any chatshow host, or tall red-haired male for that matter) - but, belive me, it was Conan O'Brien.

...

Many, many shopping hours later (like, 6 at night) and I still have not got the ice skates for my nephew. It turns out that downtown San Fran is not the place buy hockey skates. Eventually, I get a lead on a place that sold ice skating stuff, but it was located in Oakland which, especially with the inclement weather in mind, was located somewhat of a haul from downtown.

Ages later and I'd made it the 26 miles to this shop and bought the skates, but being in the middle of nowhere the taxi I'd called could not find the place to pick me up and had given up on the journey. Kindly, the chap who was in charge of the shop gave me a lift back up the road to the train station in his rather cool Chevrolet car.

Yeah-har, with a tonne of shopping missions under my belt (I have also, virtually, bought a complete new wardrobe in the last few days) I finally made it back to the Hotel at about 9.30 tonight. Happily looking through the goodies that I had bought today, I start flicking through the many channels of crap on the TV.

To my absolute joy there was Richard Dawkins discussing his new book, "The God Delusion" to a University Crowd in Virginia (hah- the Bible Belt). What a laugh, the immediate memorable quote that springs to mind was during 'question time' when someone asked whether people joining absurd religions were helping or hindering the Atheist cause - to which, after a degree of analysis and indepth discussion about the use of Atheists banding together to show their depth of numbers, Prof Dawkins quipped that "trying to get a rally of Atheists together, is like trying to herd cats...".

So, what a great day, admidst the trials & tribulations of dealing with Xmas shoppers, rain, public transport and my own cock-ups, I met some really nice people and, notably, a few folk who really helped me out when they didn't need to.

Now, with a program on Ali on TV, quoting some of his best raps, I need to go to sleep - for tomorrow is, what I hope, will be the highlight of my few days here (or the wettest as the case may be) - as I head out to Monster Park (terrible name - it used to be Soldier Field) for an American Football Game to see the 49'ers playing the Green Bay Packers.

*** please excuse typo & spelling errors - this has just come out as a stream of consciousness, as I wanted to fire this online immedaitely, since I know there are a few folk out there following this, so I'm trying my best to be a good little blogee!

the 27 dollar photo

Not surprisingly I didn't have much trouble getting to sleep last night - well that was until 1.15 in the morning, when I found myself quite awake. With bugger all else to do, I did some work and finally got back to sleep at 4 am.

With a grand scheme in mind I'd set my alarm for 6.15 am, whereupon I planned to get this trip off to a flying start with an early morning run. I knew the sun was due to rise at 7.04 am and my plan was to get out to the Golden Gate bridge to go for a run across it, and back, as the sun rose over the city.

Amazingly, I did actually get up as planned and staggered out of my hotel ready to catch the first of 2 buses. It all seemed pretty easy in the planning stages - if I was lucky I'd catch one bus that would take me all the way there or, alternatively, catch a bus down Van Ness Ave and catch another one along Lombard Street and out to Golden Gate park.

Being dark and me somewhat groggy, having caught the first bus I missed the junction that I needed to get off to catch the connecting bus. Happily just 'rolling with the punches', I walked back up the hill laughing at my oversight and turned right onto Lombard St where I figured I'd just get to the first bus stop and head out ot the bridge from there. On the way down Van Ness the bus had stopped every 2 blocks (getting into the American vernacular), so I figured it would do the same down Lombard - oh hardy, har-har!

I ended up walking 15 blocks (1 1/2 miles) before I, eventually, came to a firkin' bus stop. I found out why from some lady at the bus stop, but I won't bore you with 'why' here.

So, onto the bus and some 1/2 hour later than planned, I finally made it out to the park. I had a quick stretch and took this photo looking eastwards back at the city...

Now, of course, I was only in my running gear and it was somewhat chilly out there on the exposed headland. So after fluffing around for a minute getting my kit sorted out I set out, heading across the bridge. Actually it is a lovely run and the view looking back over the city at that time of the morning is stunning.

As mentioned, it is somewhat windy out there, but considering that there is a busy highway right beside you it all works out rather well. Running on the city side footpath (there is one on either side), the wind blows directly across you and diverts the fumes from the traffic over the other side of the bridge - so you don't end up getting suffocated by carbon monoxide.

Meanwhile, there are tonnes of cyclists coming into town on the same footpath and they go bombing past you on their hi-speed racing bikes. I stopped a number of times to get some photos of various scenes with my camera-phone and an additionaly video of my bipedal madness.

After a 30-minute plod I had made it back to my starting point and was ready to catch the bus back into town, feeling quite pleased that I had done one of the things that had been on my list to do so early in the game.

It was at this point that I started ferreting through my pockets to find my MUNI pass. A MUNI pass can be bought in 1, 3 or 7 day blocks and covers all of your main transportation in the city i.e. buses, trains and cable cars.

I had bought my 7-day pass the day before at the airport, for $27 USD, and now, some 17 hours later I began to realise that I had just lost the bloody thing somewhere on Golden Gate Bridge whilst getting out my phone or some other idiotic manoeuver. Brillant, just brillant - it is 8am, I'm standing there in sweaty running clothes with no wallet, 5 miles from where I'm staying and I've lost my bus pass.

Luckily, I had taken a $20 bill with me in case of emergencies (and a note with my name, address, blood type and a note to say "I DO have medical insurance" - hoping they'd begin to patch me up if I'd been splatted by some over-sized American tank etc). But, when the first bus did finally turn up, I realised, as I'd suspected, they could not take bills that large. Luckily the bus driver, after hearing my odd story, let me on anyway and, so, off we set.

Relived to have finally got on a bus, being so keen to get back in town and having now explained my saga to the bus driver (who looked a wee bit sceptical that I'd even been running and whether I even had a MUNI pass in the first place), I just wanted to get back to town, shower up and get to the Hotel breakfast before it closed.

As I had known, there are 2 buses that stop at that tourist spot and, as became abundantly clear, I was on the wrong one. I didn't think it would be that bad because, surely, it was just heading back into the heart of town. And yes it was heading back into town but only after first going to Vancouver, Denver & Tijuana! So, off we set to do a complete loop around the whole firkin' Peninsula.

Realising what was going on, and now half way into his route, I decided to get off the bus and onto the road that ran directly back into town and straighy past my hotel. I still had no bus pass and the untouched $20 bill, but figured it was, all things considered, a better way to get back into town.

I was on 30th street and figured I had to get back to 1st and that would be that. Well, yes, I did have to get back to 1st, but then I discovered there were at least another 15+ 'named' blocks after that. By the time I got to 20th street & I eventually found an open shop (not much open in San Fran suburbs at that time of the day), changed some money and was finally able to hobble onto a bus back into town (I must have walked / run 10 miles at least by now).

The bus was a bendy-bus and standing there in my sweaty running clothes, I soon became very aware that we were in rush-hour traffic, with rush-hour passengers. Oh my God, I couldn't believe it, as we got closer to town more & more people kept on getting on the bus until, finally, it was just absolutely sardines.

Finally, oh so finally, we made it to my hotel stop. So a mere 3 hours after I set off, I had made it back to the hotel where I could now have a shower, get some fluids and draw a close on this mad-capped scheme... (after brekky I decided to go back to bed, have a snooze and try starting the day again)

So, ladies & gentlemen - I present to you the 27 dollar photo. Please click on it, say "Oh-arr, isn't it pretty" and send all monetary donations to 'captain fargon'.

The Eagle has...

...packed, shifted, cleaned, gotten stung by excess baggage, taken off, landed, hobbled around London, taken off again, landed in San Fran and 'BART'ed into the city - but now sits happily perched in a hotel room, with a disturbingly cheap JD's & coke in his hand / paw / claw, accompanied by 74 channels of crap to watch on the TV...!

Yes, indeedy, it has been somewhat of an epic, as these missions are - bruised arms & black eyes atest to that (from shifting & tiredness respectively, vice bare-knuckle boxing). But, now, with my body feeling it is 4am in the morning, and the local clock showing 8pm, I thought I would drop a quick line to say I'm on the road and here is the photo of the day.

Taken with my camera phone, it has come out surprisingly well. Couldn't tell you exactly where it is, but am reasonably sure it is somewhere in Idaho (click on it for the full version).

Chat soon with some travelling tales...

*** Oh, after hitting the 'post' button, I realised it is my first anniversary of blogging (or not blogging as the case may be). Happy blog birthday to me!

Sunny days in November

It's been raining, but tonight I was out seeing a mate....

This is not him...

But he was there...

On the bus on the way home, over my right shoulder, this was my new friend I'd made at the bustop...


After he'd passed out and fell off the seat, forwards, when the driver hit the brakes (only to pass out again)...

He'd seen better days...

Time to put old wrongs right

As November rolled in, it had become time to put my money where my mouth was...

It's been a bit of a tedious exercise trying to buy this long-haul flight ticket. With an unlimited budget and 6 months notice, it probably wouldn't be so bad, but, where I stood, time was really starting to press and the whole circus was going to have to go on the Visa card anyway.

Having had a good look around the Internet and not having had much luck, I decided to go into town and have a chat to a couple of the mainstream travel agents. Always nice, I figured, to chat to an 'informed monkey' on such matters. As the investigation in the shop progressed it appeared that every man, woman & dog was heading to the Antipodes this December and flights were unusually full. Great.

In the end the best deal they had going was a return trip to Melbourne for £1033 (about £380 more than I was hoping to pay), whereupon I'd need to sort out my real travels from there. I had already pre-thought to myself that "if the flight was almost to cost a grand then I might as well push on and make it into a decent global trip". So, delving deeper into the computer system we looked into an itinerary that routed London - Melbourne - Auckland - San Francisco - Vancouver - London. After a bit of a search we were able to find seat spaces (but only just) and I would have needed to book it within the next 24 hours in order to secure it.

So far so good eh - except that it was going to cost £1490. It was at that point that I politely excused myself from the shop and went in search of a beer-buddy. When in doubt go and have a beer!

A couple of beers later and I was back home, firing up the computer ready to have another more 'inspired' look around the Internet. After about 4 hours I had found some flights which could get me there and back for about £870 (if I went before the 7th Dec) and over £1000 if I went afterwards.

Getting ready to bite the bullet and cough up the lion's share of a grand, I decided to do a search of mainstream airlines. I don't normally ever do this because the flight prices they advertise on their sites are normally ridiculous and your get hugely better prices through the travel sites i.e. skyscanner.net, opodo.com, expedia.co.uk.

Eventually, I got on the Air New Zealand site (the .co.uk variant) and they had some astonishing 'web specials'. It all seemed a bit too good to be true or, I figured, they would be completely sold out until Easter 2008.

Initially I looked at direct return flights for about £800 (which was still better than anything else I'd seen) and then I started to look at their code-sharing flights with Virgin. After a bit of playing I was looking at a flight routing London - San Francisco - Auckland - Tokyo - London and get this - for only £778.

I could not believe it, spaces were tight on the flight and as I started to look into it more, it stated that there were only 7 spaces left. When I first tried my credit card the system crashed and, ultimately, stated that "they could not confirm spaces on the 'SFO-AKL' leg". It gave a 0800 help number and when the cheerful girl answered she initially said 'Good Afternoon' (I realised I was talking to someone in NZ itself), which was a bit of a shock since it was then about 0430 in the morning in the UK.

They bounced me around a bit and eventually put me on hold. As I waited for them to come back on the phone I decided to try again (the error message on the screen had said my card hadn't been charged). This time the system said there were only 6 seats left available... shit (the whole thing was critical because in order to do the stopover legs, there were very few subsequent departures out available. If I couldn't get out of San Fran on the 11th, the next available departure was after Christmas, so the whole plan would have been scuppered).

Hey, hey Bingo and with a last press of the button at about 5am in the morning, I was bouncing around my flight with joy because, even despite my apathy, I'd managed to hook up a flight for under £800 and had 5 day stopovers in San Francisco & Tokyo respectively (not quite Vancouver, but, as I've said previously, I've always wanted to go to both these places anyway).

Actually, when i was first working my way through these flights, I was looking at flights returning via Shanghai (figuring I should go and make my introductions to the future masters of the planet), but they were all gone, so Tokyo was a good enough 2nd option. As it stands then, I fly out of London on the 6th December, a Wednesday, and don't leave San Fran until the following Monday.

Still buzzing about the flight today, I have already cancelled my flat, phoned the local council to tell them to shove their council tax (or, more accurately, give me some money back) and been to a bookstore to look at San Fran.

Tonight, when I got back in, I got on the Internet to look up something else and to my absolute joy I discovered that the San Francisco 49'ers are playing the Green Bay Packers on the Sunday that I am there. So, I have already been looking up tickets and there appears to be some available. Wahoo - I've only been to one game before and that was amazing. A pre-season game for the Denver Broncos in front of 79,000 people, a truly mind-blowing spectacle.

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I have actually been to San Francisco once before. It was only for a refuel and we were supposed to be legging it on to Hawaii, but there was a 110 knot headwind and our little dinosaur didn't have very long legs (not very good fuel endurance). So we just about (read: just about) got grounded there...

As the crew made its way back from flight planning / met office, the flight engineer came up to us and told us that we were parked beside the Lear Jet of the owner of the 49'ers. He had been talking to the Flight Engineer of that aircraft and when he had heard about out predicament, he had said that the 49'ers were playing that day (it was a Sunday) and that he could get us all complimentary tickets.

I was only 21 at the time and was absolutely ecstatic about the possibility (having always liked American Football and to see Joe Montana play at Soldier Field would have been a dream). As life goes, the wind dropped by a few knots and the captain decided to go (wimp, he could so easily have aborted the flight).

To add salt to the wound, on departure the American air traffic controller realising we were Antipodeans, offered us the 'scenic departure' which is flight talk for giving us the sight-seeing radar departure (in the States, and at most major locations, you're completed vectored around by radar controllers) i.e. he would deliberately vector us over the Golden Gate bridge, Alcatraz and all the other scenic spots.

True to form (you guessed it), old wimpy dick declined the offer and requested a 'direct' departure. So off we went leaving a bridge, a prison & the 49'ers behind.

A couple of decades later and I may finally be able to put such youthful heartbreak to rest...

O' Canada

After a pretty lacklustre start to the week, it is now starting to pick up some momentum (tomorrow being Friday now, of course). My sniffle has reduced to a snuffle and I'm feeling somewhat more back in the ballgame.

I did, however, manage to keep myself up for an extra hour last night, with an infuriating tickle down the back of my throat. If I'd tried harder to ignore it at the outset, I probably would have been alright, but it was annoying me - so I decided to annoy it back!

Lying in bed, late at night, trying to get to sleep with a tickle down the back of your throat, is pretty infuriating and a damn hard thing to itch, to boot. After a few unsuccessful rounds of clearing my chest, exhaling sharply and generally coughing, I had cleverly managed to make it a lot worse.

After sooking on a Strepsil for a while and wondering how badly I would choke myself if I fell asleep and got the lozenge got stuck in my windpipe, I drifted off to sleep. Today, I'm feeling heaps better and have been getting back up on the pitching mound.

A couple of weeks ago I had made up a list of jobs that I had to do before I could get on 'the' jetplane, in early December, to head south for the winter. A lot of furious scribbling later and I had filled in 4 sheets of A4 with jobs ranging from the critical to the obtuse. Then, while still in my administrative frenzy, I made up a calendar with target completion dates, for certain key tasks in the coming couple of months.

Inching towards the end of October, I now need to decide how I'm going to route the flight and, very importantly - I also need to actually buy the bloody ticket!

I have a number of options available, with 'my' standard return journey being to fly JAL (Japan Airlines) to the Antipodes, with a stopover each way in Tokyo or, more specifically, Narita airport (a long & expensive train ride from Tokyo).

There is nothing special about the flight or the routing itself, except that on the way back they stop for the night in Tokyo (or, more specifically, Narita Airport - a long & expensive train ride from Tokyo). You get in at about 6pm and don't leave until 10am the next morning, but the good bit is that they put you up for the night in JAL's airport hotel - all as part of their standard airfare!

I don't know if you've ever done the trip from Aus/NZ to London but it is a long haul, especially in one flap. The journey can take up to 26 hours and you arrive back into Heathrow at about 6.30am, proceed to clear customs etc, and gleefully arrive back in London at about 8am - just in time for the manic early morning tube crush! Not what you need when you're beside yourself with tiredness and are carrying a whole pile of significant life possessions on your back.

So, with the stop in Tokyo (or, more specifically,...) you have a nights kip (in the worlds smallest hotel room), eat some unusual food and pay about £10 per beer - but it is heaven after 1/2 a day cooped up in cattle-class (on one of these journeys, due to various connecting flights, I had to endure Lilo & Stitch 3 times - painful Trev, painful)! The haul back to London is only about 14 hours and you arrive back in London feeling moderately compus mentus.

This time, though, I'm thinking of doing a round the world trip. Mainly because it would be nice to do something different (I've done the JAL thing about 3 times) and I would really like to go to Canada. I've never been there before and I find most Canadian folk nice, easy-going people.

I did actually stop for a night in St Johns in Newfoundland once, but I was quite sick with the flu at the time (seems to be the theme of the week eh!) and couldn't bring myself to go and view anything of the city - it was already pretty dark when we landed at about 5pm. Somewhat wimpy you might say, but when we had landed the air temperature was -22 deg C and there was another 20 deg of wind chill factor, to add to that (or subtract, as the case may be).

I tried to get myself inspired since I had been wanting to go to Canada for a long time (still am), but with a screaming head cold, the 5 mile journey into town in, -45 deg C weather, was just a bit too much.

So, now, I need to decide if I make the extra effort (and cost) and go and visit a bit of Canada this time round (finally). I'd really like to go to Vancouver, but from my research so far, it looks like I'd have to route via America to get there (LA or San Fran).

But, to put it bluntly, I have no interest in going to America while it is ruled by that infernal idiot George W Bush. No offence to our American friends out there, I've been to America a number of times (staying in Denver once for a couple of months) and really enjoyed the country & the people I met, but I have no interest in going there while that idiot is still in charge!

So, I've got some serious pondering to do over the next week before making a solid decision and coughing up some money (shit, did somebody say 'cough')...

p.s. I've never been to Tokyo either...

p.s. I might be back blogging next week with a grand plan for a road trip from San Francisco to Vancouver, via Seattle - 3 well-overdue places that are high on my list to visit!

the sniffles.

Well, it's not quite what I need at the moment, but I've cleverly caught a cold...

I did have a couple of late nights at the weekend, but I can't imagine either of them did it...

Having said that, I did go for a bit of a harder run before going out on Friday night, over a none-too-small hill that sits near to my flat. When I did eventually get to the pub, I was feeling rather 'low' and would happily have gone back home, but it was one of 'those social occasions' where I needed to attend. So, perhaps, the chilly night air caught me out there?

A few days later and this is where the glossy 'self-employed brochure' would tell you that as Master of your own Ship, you can just lay about on your couch, blissfully wallowing in self-pity.

Blatant false advertising if ever I've seen some, since my phone (which I still love) and e-mail inbox, have been blasting, beeping, ringing and generally haranguing me all week long so far.

Actually, if the truth be told, it is a mere sniffle and barely worth a mention in a blog, let alone its own entry, but it has given me something to write about.

Oh well, 6'ish weeks and I might be sitting in some real sunshine.

rainy days & mondays...

Actually, it's just 'overcast & saturday', but the Carpenters' song title sounded a lot better for the blog title...

What a busy wee time eh? Well, you wouldn't really know would you, because I ain't really been blogging recently, have I!

As it all stands, I have just about, finally, got the major components of one job sorted out and am now just in the 'tidy & wrap it up' phase of it. Meanwhile, I'm left with an absolute tonne of other jobs / contracts that now just 'have' to be sorted out... most of which I've been tactically fending & parrying off for the last couple of months.

Importantly, on top of all this, there is one other key factor relevant to all this present & imminent activity...

A flock of birds captured it all for me the other day, which, in a moment of frantic photography, I managed to capture a record of. The birds never did actually make it to the right position that I wanted them in (backdropped against the Mediaval skyline). So, in a manic last minute SAS-type roll & dive manoeuvre to the floor, I managed to fire off this one burst, capturing this remarkable picture ('remarkable' meaning 'crap', in this case).

So, the end result of what you see (or don't see, as the case may be) is a picture of 1/8 of the birds who were flying past in 3 huge 'V-wing' formations, now handsomely contrasted against my cheap plastic guttering.

Anyhoose, the reason for the picture and general inspiration therein, was that on this chilly October day, 100's & 100's of birds were making their way south for the winter. When I initially spotted them in the sky I thought to myself "what a jolly good idea" (yes, my subconscious mind may very well babble to itself using such literary fossils as 'jolly').

The point being that, in 2 months time, I need to be doing the same thing myself. Yup, time to climb on a jetplane for the Antipodes for a 3-5 month trip (business & pleasure). I haven't booked anything yet, but I plan to this month. From past experience, I know I need to get out of the UK by the end of the first week in December, since flight prices go through the roof after that - as folk clamber home for Xmas, or to catch the Antipididdlin summer.

So, there is a hell of a lot that I need to do between now & then. Naturally, i'm quite looking forward to it - living in Europe is great, especially when you can bugger off to the other side of the planet for the winter part of it. Having said that, Winters in Europe are great if you're in the right situation - I tried to drive to Kitzbuhel (Austria) once, to become a barman at the home of what is probably the most dangerous FIS Downhill ski racing slope in the world (Hahnenkamm, they say racers accelerate to 100km/h faster than a Porsche). That would have been a good winter, sadly the combi never made it past Munich (from Berlin)... but that is a story for another day!

A number of things have been happening in preparation for the trip already. After 2 years of being eligible for an upgrade and now waiting 11 months while Sony Ericsson fluffed around launching this flagship model, I finally got myself a new phone.

It is the new Sony Ericsson P990i and is, currently, rocking my world.

It is effectively a laptop in a phone (in fact it has about 2/3 of the processing power of my first ever laptop, called 'Larry'... as in 'Larry the Laptop', which I bought a very distant 8 years ago) and the key reason why I've waited and now bought the new phone, was for its wireless capability. It can not only log 'itself' onto and use the Internet (via WiFi or 3G/GPRS i.e. via Hotspot or a cellular phone network), but can also share that connection with a laptop (or PC/Mac) which, therefore, effectively use it as a modem (via Bluetooth or WLan), allowing 'them' to gain access the Internet. The speed is not fantastic (384 KB/sec), but it's good enough.

Naturally (he says, ever so casually) apart from being able to surf the 'net, it is also a camera, video camera, mobile office (Word, Excel, PDF's & others), media player (music, podcasts, videos etc), radio player, but it has other hot items like handwriting technology and updateable software (I've already installed a German dictionary and am looking at turning it into a GPS platform, where I can use map facilities like an in-car SatNav system). Oh and it makes phone calls too (radical).

I've had dreadful problems in the past on trips to Aus / NZ with their miserable Broadband network and the typical problems associated with borrowing people's connection i.e. "sure you can use it, but my... mouse, phone, keyboard, harddrive, scanner, printer, monitor, camera, USB port, brain don't work... could you fix it for me?".

In all honesty, in over 3/4 of the houses that I went into belonging to friends/relatives on my last trip 'Downunder', within 5 minutes of getting in the door I was on my hands and knees round the back of their computer, crawling through the dust and debris of their lives ('detritus' is probably more accurate) - fixing their farkin' machines. This time, I'm bringing the Internet with me - hence the requirement for the Star Trek phone!

As mentioned briefly, I went to a wedding on Thursday which was a great day shared with a number of friends that I've known for over 10 years. It was a really good day, finally wrapping up at 0615 at my flat with peppermint teas (the damage was well & truly done by that stage).

I've picked one picture to include since it shows the view from the restaurant where we had the reception. As you can see, it is quite a dramatic setting and affords one of the best views of the castle that I've ever seen.

So, finally, I've achieved a bit of a longer blog. On some personal notes (what's all this crap been about, if we're now getting to the personal bit?) congratulations to all the folk who've had babies recently (it's been the season for it, was there a bad night on telly back in January?) and those who've got married. Additionally, great to have caught up with some good friends recently from all around the globe, some of whom who I have not seen for a very long time.

An hour later and in hindsight, I realise that the title of this blog bears absolutely no relation whatsoever to the actual content of it. Excellent, I can go away and relax in the knowledge of another job well done!

Meanwhile, I'm gonna go and cheer Michael Schumacher along for the F1 Japanese qualifying, since he's only got a couple of weeks left to go in his magnificent career. I've always been a fan of his, not just because we were born in the same decade, about 6 months apart (wait until you get a bit older, you'll find yourself starting to support 'any' older sportsperson still active in their sport), or because I once lived in Aachen & he comes from just up the road (about 40km away in Kerpen - you pass it on the Autobahn to Cologne), nor because he is German.

Well, actually, they might all be the reasons - but , he is also one of the most dedicated, effective and successful sportsmen that I have ever seen in my lifetime (to my mind only Michael Jordan & Wayne Gretzky are in the same league).

not mine...

going to a wedding in a Castle today.

yeah, right!

uh-huh, "one small step" I said...

Try a re-invention of the wheel, re-discovery of how to make fire & a complete re-write of the whole firkin' database...

*sigh*

one step

Brüder und Schwestern - I'm one step away from a new life and this last frustrating damn hurdle revolves around a SQL statement, which I can't suss, but I'm close, oh so painfully close...

They say...

...a picture is worth a 1,000 words - here is 3,040 of them


the best of a crap collection of photos of fireworks...


a baby - a 'weemb', some would say...



some bloke I met in a bar...


RIP. Steve Irwin

blast from the past

Well, there has been some real speed bumps in the road recently - ranging from family & friends ending up in hospital, through to the typically insane highs & lows of self-employed business... nuff said.

I've been rather swamped with my work schedule recently and, frankly, the last thing I've felt like doing at the end of the day - is spending another hour or so, at the computer writing a firkin' blog. For the last 2 weeks, I've barely been to bed before 4, 5 or 6am and it really stuffs around your life pattern.

Having said that, I've kinda missed my blog-sessions as there is definitely something cathartic about maintaing a bl