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Sunday, August 20th, 2006 02:05 am
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Well I suppose you've wondered where I've been and why I've not updated since Thursday?

No?

Pah. Some friend you are, I could have fallen down the stairs and injured myself and comforting thoughts such as "I haven't updated on LJ for minutes. They'll know something is wrong and send help" would have been entirely wasted.

Just for that, I am going to fill you in and I'm not putting it behind a cut, so there. See if I care.

Friday was another day off. My annual trip to the Oval to watch the second day of the Test. This year, England v Pakistan with the series already won by England. This, thought I, will be entertainment - an entire day in the sun and open air, watching Test Cricket and the chance to watch England put the Pakistanis (figuratively) to the sword. Aha, yes. But indeed, no. Pakistan forgot to read the script and played some devilishly good cricket against a mediocre England side. The sports lover in me should applaud this, and to an extent it does, but England were just plain rubbish. I have seen sharper butter knives than the England attack. I wasn't overly worried that much of the play was lost to rain, but when I found myself dozing off in boredom during the actual cricket itself...

Early evening was spent in the pub with [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle, [livejournal.com profile] sackboy and [livejournal.com profile] romney, but cut comparatively short by the knackeredness of Yours Truly. Back then, the The Athenaeum Club pausing only to pick up pizza.

This morning I awoke to find myself cold and duvetless, though that was easily rectified. Perhaps more worrying was the fact that The Furtle regaled me with stories of her latest dream which involved firing a missile through the roof of a space ship while I navigated it with and Ordnance Survey map from the comfort of an armchair installed next to the pilot. This not being odd enough, it seems the world is under the control of a secret cabal of Spacehoppers.TM

I am sure she will be able to explain in more detail in due course.

This evening was spent at the Barbican for the London reception of [livejournal.com profile] maisiecat and Hayden's wedding. Nice to see them again, and a number of friends I see all to rarely.

And now, to bed.

See, things happen to me when I don't update. Not necessarily interesting things, but things nonetheless.

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Sunday, August 20th, 2006 02:05 am
caddyman: (Default)
Well I suppose you've wondered where I've been and why I've not updated since Thursday?

No?

Pah. Some friend you are, I could have fallen down the stairs and injured myself and comforting thoughts such as "I haven't updated on LJ for minutes. They'll know something is wrong and send help" would have been entirely wasted.

Just for that, I am going to fill you in and I'm not putting it behind a cut, so there. See if I care.

Friday was another day off. My annual trip to the Oval to watch the second day of the Test. This year, England v Pakistan with the series already won by England. This, thought I, will be entertainment - an entire day in the sun and open air, watching Test Cricket and the chance to watch England put the Pakistanis (figuratively) to the sword. Aha, yes. But indeed, no. Pakistan forgot to read the script and played some devilishly good cricket against a mediocre England side. The sports lover in me should applaud this, and to an extent it does, but England were just plain rubbish. I have seen sharper butter knives than the England attack. I wasn't overly worried that much of the play was lost to rain, but when I found myself dozing off in boredom during the actual cricket itself...

Early evening was spent in the pub with [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle, [livejournal.com profile] sackboy and [livejournal.com profile] romney, but cut comparatively short by the knackeredness of Yours Truly. Back then, the The Athenaeum Club pausing only to pick up pizza.

This morning I awoke to find myself cold and duvetless, though that was easily rectified. Perhaps more worrying was the fact that The Furtle regaled me with stories of her latest dream which involved firing a missile through the roof of a space ship while I navigated it with and Ordnance Survey map from the comfort of an armchair installed next to the pilot. This not being odd enough, it seems the world is under the control of a secret cabal of Spacehoppers.TM

I am sure she will be able to explain in more detail in due course.

This evening was spent at the Barbican for the London reception of [livejournal.com profile] maisiecat and Hayden's wedding. Nice to see them again, and a number of friends I see all to rarely.

And now, to bed.

See, things happen to me when I don't update. Not necessarily interesting things, but things nonetheless.

Shattered nerves

Sunday, August 28th, 2005 06:36 pm
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It's over, and my nerves, shredded, reknit and reshredded again now have time to mend properly before the final test at the Oval.

England won by three wickets, but that last few runs nearly did for me, especially after Freddie Flintoff and then Geraint Jones went. I could see Warne single-handedly pulling the Aussies' fat out of the fire.

This has to be the best test series for twenty years.

But it should have a health warning.

Shattered nerves

Sunday, August 28th, 2005 06:36 pm
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It's over, and my nerves, shredded, reknit and reshredded again now have time to mend properly before the final test at the Oval.

England won by three wickets, but that last few runs nearly did for me, especially after Freddie Flintoff and then Geraint Jones went. I could see Warne single-handedly pulling the Aussies' fat out of the fire.

This has to be the best test series for twenty years.

But it should have a health warning.
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Ah, me.

Today I was supposed to be tidying up in The Tower. I guess there will still be time later on, but for now the cricket has taken over. Instead of doing anything constructive, I have been slumped in front of the TV watching England make a meal out of finishing off the Aussies' tail end. Still, at tea, the Aussies are all out, and England have the paltry target of 129 to win. Being England, I fully expect them to make a meal out of that, too.

In the meantime, I am going to nip across the road to Waitrose and buy a few provisions, before the final session gets under way properly. I have spent too much of today courting DVT, the change will do me good, even if it's for no more than 20 minutes.

Later, peeps.
caddyman: (Default)
Ah, me.

Today I was supposed to be tidying up in The Tower. I guess there will still be time later on, but for now the cricket has taken over. Instead of doing anything constructive, I have been slumped in front of the TV watching England make a meal out of finishing off the Aussies' tail end. Still, at tea, the Aussies are all out, and England have the paltry target of 129 to win. Being England, I fully expect them to make a meal out of that, too.

In the meantime, I am going to nip across the road to Waitrose and buy a few provisions, before the final session gets under way properly. I have spent too much of today courting DVT, the change will do me good, even if it's for no more than 20 minutes.

Later, peeps.
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Last night I got home very, very tired and was in bed at 12.30, which for me is almost unheard of. I’d been to the pub after work and had a few pints with [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis. [livejournal.com profile] jfs showed up very briefly before going back to Ilford to provide moral support to [livejournal.com profile] westernind in her continuing struggle with evil property developertm at a planning meeting of the Borough Council. Hopefully that went well; maybe we’ll get the skinny on that when [livejournal.com profile] jfs comes along to the athenaeum club tonight for the games session.

We briefly discussed the latest arrangements for NWO, and agreed a couple of contingencies should certain potential players fail to respond to invites. We also looked at ways of accommodating other character needs in line with player availability; we’re a little less convinced of the reasons we’re doing that, but let it not be said that we do not at least try to accommodate everyone!

I fear that I am losing my tolerance for beer. I am rather hoping that it has more to do with the hot weather than anything else. Unlike when I was in my twenties, when I would go out four or five times a week, these days I can go weeks without visiting a pub, certainly in the summer. In the winter, of course, we have the quiz league, so Tuesday nights are beer night, but it is rare that I drink more than four pints, and almost never more than five, even at my thirstiest (I have never been able to process huge quantities of liquid, and I no longer touch spirits).

Whatever the cause, for the second week in succession, I found myself in a pub after work, and returning home feeling – and my powers of description fail me here - bleh.

The upshot of going to bed comparatively early, was that I woke up at five this morning, but managed to force myself back to sleep for a couple of hours. What’s the point of turning in early if you get no extra rest?

In the meantime, I have discovered another disadvantage of working in a steel and glass building. I have a portable radio here at the moment, complete with earphone (one of those old fashioned earplug stylee earphones that you shove in one ear and get glorious mono. Sadly, I can barely get a signal on medium wave, and Radio 5 Live does not transmit on FM. This means that my enjoyment of the third Ashes Test is limited to keeping track of the score on a pop-up on my PC, which fails to update automatically as it is supposed to, on account of the arthritic behaviour of the server today. I strongly suspect that someone somewhere is downloading the entirety of the Encyclopaedia Britannica or maybe using the network printers to create multiple copies of the unabridged Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.

I am tempted to look into the prospects of acquiring a cheap digital radio at lunchtime, but I suspect that the words cheap, digital and radio do not sit easily in the same sentence when arranged consecutively. We shall see. A colleague of mine opines that they work best by a window (as do I), so it might be a pointless endeavour anyway.

As I have to go to the bank and pay over my monthly tribute to the Great God Barclaycard (one of the more awesome and terrible of the credit deities), I may well investigate the mysteries of digital radio anyway.

It gets me out of the office.

To mark this entry precisely in time, England are 93-1 as I type. That remarkable bell-end, Strauss being the wicket to fall for a mighty six runs. Will he still be an opener in the fourth test? I hope not, unless he does something clever in the second innings.

Must awa’. More later, perhaps.

Edit Typing in word and then cutting and pasting into LJ really scews the LJ Tags over.

1Proverbs 1:7; the cricketing edition.
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Last night I got home very, very tired and was in bed at 12.30, which for me is almost unheard of. I’d been to the pub after work and had a few pints with [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis. [livejournal.com profile] jfs showed up very briefly before going back to Ilford to provide moral support to [livejournal.com profile] westernind in her continuing struggle with evil property developertm at a planning meeting of the Borough Council. Hopefully that went well; maybe we’ll get the skinny on that when [livejournal.com profile] jfs comes along to the athenaeum club tonight for the games session.

We briefly discussed the latest arrangements for NWO, and agreed a couple of contingencies should certain potential players fail to respond to invites. We also looked at ways of accommodating other character needs in line with player availability; we’re a little less convinced of the reasons we’re doing that, but let it not be said that we do not at least try to accommodate everyone!

I fear that I am losing my tolerance for beer. I am rather hoping that it has more to do with the hot weather than anything else. Unlike when I was in my twenties, when I would go out four or five times a week, these days I can go weeks without visiting a pub, certainly in the summer. In the winter, of course, we have the quiz league, so Tuesday nights are beer night, but it is rare that I drink more than four pints, and almost never more than five, even at my thirstiest (I have never been able to process huge quantities of liquid, and I no longer touch spirits).

Whatever the cause, for the second week in succession, I found myself in a pub after work, and returning home feeling – and my powers of description fail me here - bleh.

The upshot of going to bed comparatively early, was that I woke up at five this morning, but managed to force myself back to sleep for a couple of hours. What’s the point of turning in early if you get no extra rest?

In the meantime, I have discovered another disadvantage of working in a steel and glass building. I have a portable radio here at the moment, complete with earphone (one of those old fashioned earplug stylee earphones that you shove in one ear and get glorious mono. Sadly, I can barely get a signal on medium wave, and Radio 5 Live does not transmit on FM. This means that my enjoyment of the third Ashes Test is limited to keeping track of the score on a pop-up on my PC, which fails to update automatically as it is supposed to, on account of the arthritic behaviour of the server today. I strongly suspect that someone somewhere is downloading the entirety of the Encyclopaedia Britannica or maybe using the network printers to create multiple copies of the unabridged Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.

I am tempted to look into the prospects of acquiring a cheap digital radio at lunchtime, but I suspect that the words cheap, digital and radio do not sit easily in the same sentence when arranged consecutively. We shall see. A colleague of mine opines that they work best by a window (as do I), so it might be a pointless endeavour anyway.

As I have to go to the bank and pay over my monthly tribute to the Great God Barclaycard (one of the more awesome and terrible of the credit deities), I may well investigate the mysteries of digital radio anyway.

It gets me out of the office.

To mark this entry precisely in time, England are 93-1 as I type. That remarkable bell-end, Strauss being the wicket to fall for a mighty six runs. Will he still be an opener in the fourth test? I hope not, unless he does something clever in the second innings.

Must awa’. More later, perhaps.

Edit Typing in word and then cutting and pasting into LJ really scews the LJ Tags over.

1Proverbs 1:7; the cricketing edition.

The Ashes

Sunday, August 7th, 2005 12:19 pm
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My nerves are shattered.

England won the second test by just TWO runs. Both England and Australia opted for the Hollywood countdown finish. I need to lie down for a bit...

The Ashes

Sunday, August 7th, 2005 12:19 pm
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My nerves are shattered.

England won the second test by just TWO runs. Both England and Australia opted for the Hollywood countdown finish. I need to lie down for a bit...

Down came the rain

Wednesday, June 29th, 2005 01:57 am
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Today (strictly, in view of the time, yesterday) has been a good day; it would have been better if the thunder storm could have held off a further half hour so that we could have had a result in the Twenty-20 cricket match at the Oval between Surrey and Middlesex. Nonetheless, we got thirty of the forty overs, and saw enough of this stripped down version of cricket for me to be convinced that it is a winner. And the grass roots game in England definitely needs something to pull it out of the doldrums, Test Matches (International, country v country series, for my non Commonwealth, or North American friends)continue to be well attended, and there are signs that the one day game is reasonably supported at that level, too. But county games are notoriously under attended, and resources are a real problem. The Twenty-20 series' could be the game's saviour.

It's even fast paced enough, and generates enough stats to keep even an American interested; far better than the incomprehensible baseball (or big-boys' rounders, for my Commonwealth and UK friends).

The thunderstorm may have brought this all to an early end, but it did clear the air and a great deal of the smog that has been hanging around London these past weeks. Unfortunately, it also demonstrated the folly of leaving windows wide open in an attempt to get air circulating around the Athenaeum Club. I have spent a good deal of time this evening mopping up in my computer room up here in the Tower. I had a veritable lake on the table; happily there was nothing there to be damaged. There could easily have been had I left art equipment out.

Oh well, it's 2.09 am. I really should sign off and go to bed.

Down came the rain

Wednesday, June 29th, 2005 01:57 am
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Today (strictly, in view of the time, yesterday) has been a good day; it would have been better if the thunder storm could have held off a further half hour so that we could have had a result in the Twenty-20 cricket match at the Oval between Surrey and Middlesex. Nonetheless, we got thirty of the forty overs, and saw enough of this stripped down version of cricket for me to be convinced that it is a winner. And the grass roots game in England definitely needs something to pull it out of the doldrums, Test Matches (International, country v country series, for my non Commonwealth, or North American friends)continue to be well attended, and there are signs that the one day game is reasonably supported at that level, too. But county games are notoriously under attended, and resources are a real problem. The Twenty-20 series' could be the game's saviour.

It's even fast paced enough, and generates enough stats to keep even an American interested; far better than the incomprehensible baseball (or big-boys' rounders, for my Commonwealth and UK friends).

The thunderstorm may have brought this all to an early end, but it did clear the air and a great deal of the smog that has been hanging around London these past weeks. Unfortunately, it also demonstrated the folly of leaving windows wide open in an attempt to get air circulating around the Athenaeum Club. I have spent a good deal of time this evening mopping up in my computer room up here in the Tower. I had a veritable lake on the table; happily there was nothing there to be damaged. There could easily have been had I left art equipment out.

Oh well, it's 2.09 am. I really should sign off and go to bed.

Best laid plans

Tuesday, June 28th, 2005 11:00 am
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And suddenly, I am out of time.

Day off for cricket, expecting to meet up with people from 2.30 onwards, but now, suddenly at 12.30. The loss of two hours is... awkward.

Never mind; do shopping now, and then down to King's Cross, I guess.

Best laid plans

Tuesday, June 28th, 2005 11:00 am
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And suddenly, I am out of time.

Day off for cricket, expecting to meet up with people from 2.30 onwards, but now, suddenly at 12.30. The loss of two hours is... awkward.

Never mind; do shopping now, and then down to King's Cross, I guess.

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