Bringing you the news bright and early

I was up bright and early this morning in order to further my media career. Years ago I used to go into the local radion station and review the morning papers. I sort of fell out of the habit, but I've decided to start up again. So it was up at 6:25 to get to the studio by 7:00 am (I'd hate to do this for a living). Then a quick trawl through the news for stuff of interest (and hopefully find something a bit technical). Then in front of the microphone for five minutes.

Great fun. They let me take pictures of the controls too:



So many buttons, and no tape in sight.


I really like our City Hall.



Not sure about our big telly though (although Project Gotham Racing would look awesome on it).



Union Elections; practicals for Politics Students....

Fate will get you in the end

Dentist today. All geared up for horrible mouth mechanics. In the end I got away scott free. Even though the dread term "..for your age" (as in "You've got quite good teeth..for your age") appeared in the conversation.

I was pondering on how lightly I'd got off, and how having my teeth cleaned with an angle grinder (I think that is what she used) was the worst thing that would happen to me today, when on the way to the house I dropped my mobile phone. Now, the thing was in a case, and it is a good case, but there is now a teeny tiny scratch which only I can see on the very corner of the phone.

Being the obsessive person that I am this is bothering me no end. The device looks fine, you have to really look for the mark (and I mean really). But it still bugs me. I've not had the thing for a week yet, and already I've made it more broken than the last three phones that I've had.

I think I probably need some beer therapy or something to get me into a more sensible and balanced frame of mind.

Six Eyes and All Useless

I must be getting older. My eyes are becomming as useful as my ears when it comes to seeing stuff. Last year I went for the dreaded vari-focals. These are great as glasses which I can wear for day to day stuff, but they are pretty useless when sitting staring at a computer screen. The only bit that is in focus is the tiny area at the bottom of the lens, which means that I appear to be staring at the wall as I try vainly to make out what is on the screen in front of me.

I've been reduced to using my original old close up glasses at work, which have frames like the ones that Harry Potter wore in the first film. It is fun to watch people recoil when they enter my office and I turn round to face them..... Of course I can't actually see them do this, because everything more than three feet away from me is a meaningless blur when I've got the glasses on, but I'm pretty sure that is what they are doing from the sounds that they make.

Sunday Punday

I'm thinking of writing a bestseller about a fish which was originally discovered by a famous renaissance artist. I'm going to call it "The Da-Vinci Cod".

Oh, and if the devil was in the bedlinen business, would he make satan sheets?

Me and my big mouth. Again

Just a few weeks after betting the entire first year a million pounds each on the run of a program and losing I find myself doing the same kind of stupid thing again.

I was giving out copies of my wonderful C# notes (known in the department as the "Yellow Book" for reasons which become very obvious when you see a copy). In a rash moment I said that I paid a standard rate of a bottle of beer for every error that people found. This is kind of true, and usually a very cheap way of employing proof readers.

Of course, the next thing that happened was that someone found a typing mistake. But not just anyone, a charming young daughter of one of the visitors. Who was way to young for a bottle of Budweiser. I think we will send her a T shirt instead.

I'm now off to write "I must keep my stupid mouth shut" 100 times.