The Return From Lancashire
Spent the last four days in Lancashire and elsewhere in the North of England, visiting my folks (among other things). Details follow… Sunday 29th June 2003 Dan’s Mum’s House, Preston Helped fix my...
View ArticleOh! You’re Going To Malawi? While You’re There, Pick Me Up Some AA Batteries…
[this post has been partially damaged during a server failure on Sunday 11th July 2004, and it has been possible to recover only a part of it] As most of my readers will probably be aware, I’ll later...
View ArticlePre-Malawi Update
[this post has been partially damaged during a server failure on Sunday 11th July 2004, and it has been possible to recover only a part of it] Here’s the state of play before I leave Aber for awhile,...
View ArticlePhotos From Malawi
[this post was lost during a server failure on Sunday 11th July 2004] [the image in this post was recovered on Thursday 30th December 2004] Here’s some photos of my trip to Malawi, as the group have...
View ArticleBoard Games And Waterfalls
It’s been a fun, full weekend. Highlights include: A good Troma Night In case you weren’t following, Troma Night is on Fridays nowadays. We watched the fantastic 1945 film Brief Encounter, which I’d...
View ArticleThe Shark
This morning, I left Earth to go to nearby Headington. This trip was primarily to put money into the back, register with a GP, and get some keys cut for the new lock in the garage door. However, I also...
View ArticleWell That’s Confusing
My dad… is in Aberystwyth. And I’m not. That’s a little unusual. He’s mid-way through a cycle tour of Wales, and sat in Wetherspoons to avoid the rain. If you happen to see him, cheer him on for me.
View ArticleWhat I Learned About Democracy, Injury, Packing & Friendship
It’s was a busy weekend; the first of several, I’m sure. Mostly – put briefly – it’s been spent thusly: Democracy: I’ll be voting “Yes” on Thursday’s referendum, and you should too (unless you’ve...
View ArticleThe Race
Last weekend, I was cycling through Oxford, as I do, enjoying a reasonably leisurely pace. I say leisurely, but it’s been my experience that compared to the cyclists in Aberystwyth, where the city...
View ArticleWell-Wishes
I’d just like to say thanks to everybody who, upon hearing about my dad’s injury, passed on their best wishes for his speedy recovery. I spoke to him yesterday, and passed on your thoughts. He’s going...
View ArticleBeware: Necrophiliac Paramedics!
A conversation I had this morning with JTA, via text message: I sent: Boiler update: this is getting silly. The probability-weighted Markov-chain based predictive text system I’m using this morning saw...
View ArticleWake Me Up When September Begins
As a result of a couple of different health issues and the death of my old and much-loved mobile, August wasn’t shaping up to be a very good month already. But the biscuit was really taken this week...
View ArticleBack To School
Next week is half-term. Why does that matter? Because I’m back in education. Since last month, I’ve been a student again. Not full-time (I’m not falling for that one again), of course, but I currently...
View ArticleToggling
The other morning, I did a strange thing. I got up as normal and had my breakfast. I made myself a packed lunch, just like always. I went outside to begin my cycle to work, but when I got to my bike,...
View ArticleOxford Under Water
Parts of Oxford have been flooded for the last few days, and apparently the worst is yet to come. I worked from home yesterday, intimidated by the available choices of traversing flooded roads or else...
View ArticleWear Your Cycle Helmet
Today, my cycle helmet might have saved my life. This morning, I was cycling to work along my usual route, National Cycle Network Route 51, on its final leg down Banbury Road to Parks Road. Here, the...
View ArticleTwo Men, Two Bikes, One Mission
The keyboard on this tacky little GPRS device is crap, and I just lost this entire entry to bad user interface design (if you press the biggest button on the device, it throws it all away): My dad and...
View ArticleTwo Men, Two Bikes, Six Islands
Just wrote a fantastic piece about the islands we visited on our second day’s cycling only to have this shitty device eat it. So here’s a summarry: Barra – small. Cycled over mountain, took ferry...
View ArticleTwo Men, Two Bikes, Six Islands
Farmer at Berneray warned us that Stornoway, where we’d be tomorrow night, was a bed of sin, with young people drinking at taking drugs (this is a town barely larger, and more isolated, than...
View ArticleTwo Men, Two Bikes, One Wall
You get to your third day of an exercise that your body isn’t used to and you hit the wall: the point at which your body runs out of all it’s immediate sources of energy and has to start the...
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