See, there I was, just innocently trying to pay off my credit card, when I entered a bizarre world of circular logic: So I try to email them to let them know that there may be a teeny weeny bug in the error-checking logic here. The web form that they give you for typing messages to them is about 1 inch square, but I write a detailed summary of the problem anyway, knowing this will…
Just a quick one (again): so I’m reading Metro on the train this morning (yeah, I know) and there’s an article in there about some power cuts in the West End yesterday: after I’d finished cringing about their use of the words “Dunkirk Spirit”, I was intrigued to read about the chefs at Aldo Zilli’s restaurant, who apparently had to walk out after “temperatures in the kitchen reached 150 degrees C”. Er, surely shome mistake,…
Just a quickie, but hey, isn’t gambling great! On Wednesday I joined several of my colleagues on a work social trip to the evening races at Kempton Park. It was all rather good fun, although the tiny grandstand and all-weather course (the going, apparently was “standard”; you don’t say…) couldn’t quite match up to my previous trip to the races (to Flemington, back in November). By the time the penultimate race came round, my betting…
Who’s that Walking Past? On the street outside our house? Hey! Cheeky Cheeky! Ah, so now my life is complete: I have finally seen The Cheeky Girls wandering the streets near our house. Sal had seen them several times before, of course–always together, always heading past our place towards St John’s Wood–but last night I finally got my chance, as we rounded off a highly pleasant weekend at Mumtaz, our surprisingly quiet local curry house.…
A while back, I mentioned that I’d started uploading all my old photos onto Flickr. Now, I really like some things about Flickr, like the fact that the storage space is effectively unlimited, but I’ve never been entirely happy with some other aspects of the site. For example, I really don’t like the way everything is ordered by the date it was uploaded (which means absolutely nothing to me) and not the date when it…