Kaspar
I’m sitting in the junk room late on Sunday evening. Spotify is playing a quiet playlist in the background, and I’m sitting at the desk tapping away at the k...
Recent Posts
Making It To Friday
I think there should be an award for making it to Friday afternoon. Or maybe an award for making it to the end of every day. If there was an award for every ...
Sitting In The Corner Rambling
You might think that after publishing somewhere in the region of four and a half thousand posts over the last sixteen years that I would be able to just sit ...
Memories Of The 486
One day, late in the autumn of 1991, my Dad floated the idea with me of selling the Atari ST, and buying a PC to replace it. We hadn’t been using the Atari f...
Unexpected Disasters
While sitting at my desk at work this morning, fielding calls from Germany, and wondering quite why the ridiculously complex invention on the screen in front...
Gulp
If you’re reading this, it means I finally left the relative safety of wordpress.com, and setup a blog outside the city borders. I’m on my own out here, wond...
Trapped In The Walled Garden
This evening I have been quietly working out what it would cost to leave the WordPress walled garden, and go it alone - host my own instance on some webspace...
Breaking Down
We were supposed to be visiting a foster carer looking after a young cat for the RSPCA today (the “Royal Society for the Protection of Animals, if you live o...
Sideways
Every time I sit down to write a blog post at the moment, something happens - or rather, something distracts me. You may have noticed the appearances of huge...
Memories Of West Oxfordshire College
The secondary school I went to didn’t have a sixth form - so after taking your GCSE exams, you had to make a choice between moving to the sixth form at Burfo...