Battlestar Galactica

I have just watched the mid season finale for season two, having dragged it down off the torrents overnight.

You remember that I said that there would be tears?

I was right.

I didn't recognise Michelle Forbes. And that's all I can say without spoilers. Damn, but it's good stuff, and this episode, not a little disturbing. Now all I have to do is wait until January...

Battlestar Galactica

I have just watched the mid season finale for season two, having dragged it down off the torrents overnight.

You remember that I said that there would be tears?

I was right.

I didn't recognise Michelle Forbes. And that's all I can say without spoilers. Damn, but it's good stuff, and this episode, not a little disturbing. Now all I have to do is wait until January...

Teh Intarweb

I hope this isn't starting again.

Sometime this morning, between about 1.45 and 7.30, our itarweb connection died. It was still off at 9.00 when I left for work.

Of course, I couldn't phone plus.net up and moan, because I couldn't get on line to find their contact details. I now have the phone number in my diary, and provided I'm not too blutered when I get home (today is the first night of the new quiz season, which means copious amounts of Real Ale, and even more getting baffled by the most mediocre of questions), I shall phone them up and see what's what.

I am hopeful that the problem is or was at their end. Unlike the problems we had just before dumping Entanet, the router is still acknowledging that is connected, it just can't find a server at the other end. I suppose the first trick will be to unplug and then reboot the router, before listening to endless musak waiting for someone on the helpdesk to pick up the bloody phone.

Ah well.

Teh Intarweb

I hope this isn't starting again.

Sometime this morning, between about 1.45 and 7.30, our itarweb connection died. It was still off at 9.00 when I left for work.

Of course, I couldn't phone plus.net up and moan, because I couldn't get on line to find their contact details. I now have the phone number in my diary, and provided I'm not too blutered when I get home (today is the first night of the new quiz season, which means copious amounts of Real Ale, and even more getting baffled by the most mediocre of questions), I shall phone them up and see what's what.

I am hopeful that the problem is or was at their end. Unlike the problems we had just before dumping Entanet, the router is still acknowledging that is connected, it just can't find a server at the other end. I suppose the first trick will be to unplug and then reboot the router, before listening to endless musak waiting for someone on the helpdesk to pick up the bloody phone.

Ah well.

from haute couture to stout couture

For the past few days, Cardinal Place, the plush new development on Victoria Street, which I mentioned a while back, has been partially opened to the public.

Much of it is still boarded off, but even behind those boards, where the last bit of building work is being finished, several recognisable stores are fitting out. Boots have moved in there, as have Specsavers, and an eaterie called, er, Eat. Fitting out is a tapas bar, a branch of Thorntons, and around the front, on Victoria Street itself, a new branch of Lloyds TSB.

All new and increasingly efficient ways of helping us unload our salaries each month.

Of particular interest, despite all the chain’s recent problems, is the appearance of a large Marks & Spencer which is good news as I shall no longer have to bimble off up to Oxford Street to buy stuff. M&S might not be everyone’s cup of tea these days, but for people like me, who couldn’t give a stuff about high fashion, and want to buy Oxford Twill shirts at a reasonable price in lardy-boy sizes, there are few better outlets.

Of course, there is something wrong with the average off the peg M&S suit. They do sell them in my size, but you have to search like crazy. Unsurprisingly, the range of ‘average’ sizes is very large, and their definition of an ‘average’ size is comparatively generous in comparison with some places.

What is odd however, is that someone in the M&S hierarchy clearly seems to think that it is the clothing store of choice for legion upon legion of dwarfish bank managers. Marks & Spencer is the only general high street clothing store I can think of where a man can buy – if he is so disposed – trousers with a waist of 50”, and inside leg measurements of 24”. Moreover, these odd sizes are available in abundance.

Maybe the Gnomes of Zurich fly in at night to stock up on pin stripes before siphoning off Nazi war loot to unmarked offshore accounts.

from haute couture to stout couture

For the past few days, Cardinal Place, the plush new development on Victoria Street, which I mentioned a while back, has been partially opened to the public.

Much of it is still boarded off, but even behind those boards, where the last bit of building work is being finished, several recognisable stores are fitting out. Boots have moved in there, as have Specsavers, and an eaterie called, er, Eat. Fitting out is a tapas bar, a branch of Thorntons, and around the front, on Victoria Street itself, a new branch of Lloyds TSB.

All new and increasingly efficient ways of helping us unload our salaries each month.

Of particular interest, despite all the chain’s recent problems, is the appearance of a large Marks & Spencer which is good news as I shall no longer have to bimble off up to Oxford Street to buy stuff. M&S might not be everyone’s cup of tea these days, but for people like me, who couldn’t give a stuff about high fashion, and want to buy Oxford Twill shirts at a reasonable price in lardy-boy sizes, there are few better outlets.

Of course, there is something wrong with the average off the peg M&S suit. They do sell them in my size, but you have to search like crazy. Unsurprisingly, the range of ‘average’ sizes is very large, and their definition of an ‘average’ size is comparatively generous in comparison with some places.

What is odd however, is that someone in the M&S hierarchy clearly seems to think that it is the clothing store of choice for legion upon legion of dwarfish bank managers. Marks & Spencer is the only general high street clothing store I can think of where a man can buy – if he is so disposed – trousers with a waist of 50”, and inside leg measurements of 24”. Moreover, these odd sizes are available in abundance.

Maybe the Gnomes of Zurich fly in at night to stock up on pin stripes before siphoning off Nazi war loot to unmarked offshore accounts.