I hate to admit it, but I have something of a soft spot for the free Aussie/Kiwi/SA travellers’ magazine, TNT, and I always pick it up when I notice a spare copy in one of those red bins around town. It’s not, you understand, because I need to keep up with the latest developments in Aussie Rules, or see which more important international leader John Howard has been bending over for this week, but because…
As mentioned a couple of week’s ago, I’ve been able to acquire a gmail account for myself, and have been using the service for a couple of weeks. It’s pretty good, mainly because you get a GB of email storage and all, and also because (unlike hotmail) the best account names aren’t all taken… yet (because it’s not available to the general public). Anyway, I’ve just been given two gmail invites. I could sell/swap em…
Apologies for the public service announcement-esque nature of this post, but I’d just like to urge you all (if you’re in the UK or Europe) to go out and put a couple of small crosses on a piece of paper between 7am and 10pm tomorrow. It’s not much to ask, is it? If ever there was a case for arguing against the tired assertions that voting doesn’t make a difference, or that politicans are all…
As if, at this stage, you could have expected anything any different, following the complete mess that Glastonbury Festivals Limited, Aloud, and the Wayahead box office (See tickets) managed to make of selling tickets to this year’s Glastonbury festival, dealing with the aftermath of their inadequate ticketing system, and making coherent, sensible announcements to the ticket buying public, it now looks rather like they have managed to completely stuff up the whole ticket ID system…
Apart from the 4 remaining chances to buy tickets, via the Orange WAP site: http://mobile.digitalrum.com/index.php?app=1 (onsale from 12pm today, and then again each day until Saturday). Seriously, does anyone not have a ticket yet? Oh, and while I’m on the subject, I quite like this: the Glastonbury clash finder.
Unfortunately I can’t really say anything more about that for now, so I’ll have to make do with telling you about my bank holiday weekend. And it was just as well that it was a long weekend, because we weren’t in much of a state to function yesterday after Steve and Casey’s afternoon BBQ (something of a typically English affair, involving people running into the house every time the rain started, with the notable exception…