I Have Not Read Belle Du Jour
Sunday night became Monday morning about an hour ago, and I’m skimming through the television channels. Billie Piper is on one of the channels, and she’s not...
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Photographing The Girls
While wandering around the house this morning making breakfast, I happened upon three little girls watching Sunday morning cartoons on the television, and pl...
Being A Teacher For Two Days
For the past two days I have commuted towards the southern reaches of London to teach a group of business people how to use a technology product I happen to ...
Cycling On The Footpath
Shortly before leaving work this evening I called home to check if I should stop off in town. As far as I can tell, calling home is similar to playing russia...
At What Price Can You Be Bought
While listening to a podcast last week, an interesting subject came up. Unfortunately I was running between trains at the time, so all I managed to do was ba...
The Year Of Living Dangerously
Today marks both the end of something, and the beginning of something new.
Considering Doing This Whole Blogging Lark Properly
The next sentence is going to cause a number of people to slap their own foreheads with their hands - perhaps the entire readership - you know, all six of yo...
I Will Not Go Quietly Into The Night
As I have wrestled over the past year with the idea of stopping all this blogging nonsense, I have been turned around each time by an avalanche of comments a...
The One Where The Universe Carried Me Along For The Ride
If you’re wondering what on earth is going on with my WordPress blog, you’re not wondering in vain. I’m experimenting with the “P2? template from Automattic ...
Severing The Many Tentacles Of Cheese And Beans
I’ve been using posterous to throw thoughts into this blog for a while now. It’s a clever system that lets you publish to multiple places off the back of one...