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The joy of modern flying
Monday, September 17th, 2007 01:57 am
Monday, September 17th, 2007
When I eventually went to bed last night, my crucifix tried to stab me through the left jugular as the chain got bunched up around my neck. I had just a few minutes earlier spent a happy and unproductive few minutes launching random and largely unprovoked vampire attacks on my Facebook friends, so the irony wasn’t lost on me. Still, I was saved by my cat-like reflexes from having a puncture in my neck reminiscent of a bite from a vampire with dental issues.
Saturday was busy. I skipped the Gridiron Draft in Bristol to accompany Furtle to her best school friend’s wedding just outside Chelmsford. That went as well as could be expected, given that I only knew Furtle of all the people there. The ceremony being civil was mercifully brief at about 15 minutes including the walks in and out. The reception food was good and I got to know some of the other guests tolerably well. It seems that we had been put on the naughty table; ie other than me, they were all Furtle’s old school cronies and other halves. The inevitable speeches were tolerable (the bride’s father had been advised by the mother, “don’t try to be clever or funny; just be yourself”) and not too long. The food was good and the disco afterward refreshingly filled with music from the 60s and 70s, which I didn’t expect, given that the wedding couple and friends were in their early 30s.
Only the two hour plus wait between the ceremony and the reception blighted the day. There must be ways of getting the inevitable photos much quicker; it was hot, boring and at that point, nothing to talk about. This is the second wedding I’ve attended with Furtle and therefore the second that I have been banned from putting a small paperback in my pocket to ease me through those random and extended moments of tedium (the ceremony, the hanging around etc). She says that it shows disrespect; I say that it shows progressive thinking. I doubt we’ll ever see eye to eye on this.
May be this was why my crucifix tried to murder me in my bed last night; I don’t know.
In the meantime, I can't get 10cc's "Somewhere in Hollywood" out of my head.
I had a part in the talkies
When you were a little girl
I've taken Lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up
And destiny lead her
Hand in paw to somewhere
In Hollywood
That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills
Crazy, crazy.
Saturday was busy. I skipped the Gridiron Draft in Bristol to accompany Furtle to her best school friend’s wedding just outside Chelmsford. That went as well as could be expected, given that I only knew Furtle of all the people there. The ceremony being civil was mercifully brief at about 15 minutes including the walks in and out. The reception food was good and I got to know some of the other guests tolerably well. It seems that we had been put on the naughty table; ie other than me, they were all Furtle’s old school cronies and other halves. The inevitable speeches were tolerable (the bride’s father had been advised by the mother, “don’t try to be clever or funny; just be yourself”) and not too long. The food was good and the disco afterward refreshingly filled with music from the 60s and 70s, which I didn’t expect, given that the wedding couple and friends were in their early 30s.
Only the two hour plus wait between the ceremony and the reception blighted the day. There must be ways of getting the inevitable photos much quicker; it was hot, boring and at that point, nothing to talk about. This is the second wedding I’ve attended with Furtle and therefore the second that I have been banned from putting a small paperback in my pocket to ease me through those random and extended moments of tedium (the ceremony, the hanging around etc). She says that it shows disrespect; I say that it shows progressive thinking. I doubt we’ll ever see eye to eye on this.
May be this was why my crucifix tried to murder me in my bed last night; I don’t know.
In the meantime, I can't get 10cc's "Somewhere in Hollywood" out of my head.
I had a part in the talkies
When you were a little girl
I've taken Lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up
And destiny lead her
Hand in paw to somewhere
In Hollywood
That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills
Crazy, crazy.
When I eventually went to bed last night, my crucifix tried to stab me through the left jugular as the chain got bunched up around my neck. I had just a few minutes earlier spent a happy and unproductive few minutes launching random and largely unprovoked vampire attacks on my Facebook friends, so the irony wasn’t lost on me. Still, I was saved by my cat-like reflexes from having a puncture in my neck reminiscent of a bite from a vampire with dental issues.
Saturday was busy. I skipped the Gridiron Draft in Bristol to accompany Furtle to her best school friend’s wedding just outside Chelmsford. That went as well as could be expected, given that I only knew Furtle of all the people there. The ceremony being civil was mercifully brief at about 15 minutes including the walks in and out. The reception food was good and I got to know some of the other guests tolerably well. It seems that we had been put on the naughty table; ie other than me, they were all Furtle’s old school cronies and other halves. The inevitable speeches were tolerable (the bride’s father had been advised by the mother, “don’t try to be clever or funny; just be yourself”) and not too long. The food was good and the disco afterward refreshingly filled with music from the 60s and 70s, which I didn’t expect, given that the wedding couple and friends were in their early 30s.
Only the two hour plus wait between the ceremony and the reception blighted the day. There must be ways of getting the inevitable photos much quicker; it was hot, boring and at that point, nothing to talk about. This is the second wedding I’ve attended with Furtle and therefore the second that I have been banned from putting a small paperback in my pocket to ease me through those random and extended moments of tedium (the ceremony, the hanging around etc). She says that it shows disrespect; I say that it shows progressive thinking. I doubt we’ll ever see eye to eye on this.
May be this was why my crucifix tried to murder me in my bed last night; I don’t know.
In the meantime, I can't get 10cc's "Somewhere in Hollywood" out of my head.
I had a part in the talkies
When you were a little girl
I've taken Lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up
And destiny lead her
Hand in paw to somewhere
In Hollywood
That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills
Crazy, crazy.
Saturday was busy. I skipped the Gridiron Draft in Bristol to accompany Furtle to her best school friend’s wedding just outside Chelmsford. That went as well as could be expected, given that I only knew Furtle of all the people there. The ceremony being civil was mercifully brief at about 15 minutes including the walks in and out. The reception food was good and I got to know some of the other guests tolerably well. It seems that we had been put on the naughty table; ie other than me, they were all Furtle’s old school cronies and other halves. The inevitable speeches were tolerable (the bride’s father had been advised by the mother, “don’t try to be clever or funny; just be yourself”) and not too long. The food was good and the disco afterward refreshingly filled with music from the 60s and 70s, which I didn’t expect, given that the wedding couple and friends were in their early 30s.
Only the two hour plus wait between the ceremony and the reception blighted the day. There must be ways of getting the inevitable photos much quicker; it was hot, boring and at that point, nothing to talk about. This is the second wedding I’ve attended with Furtle and therefore the second that I have been banned from putting a small paperback in my pocket to ease me through those random and extended moments of tedium (the ceremony, the hanging around etc). She says that it shows disrespect; I say that it shows progressive thinking. I doubt we’ll ever see eye to eye on this.
May be this was why my crucifix tried to murder me in my bed last night; I don’t know.
In the meantime, I can't get 10cc's "Somewhere in Hollywood" out of my head.
I had a part in the talkies
When you were a little girl
I've taken Lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up
And destiny lead her
Hand in paw to somewhere
In Hollywood
That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills
Crazy, crazy.
Pictures from Wales (Part II)
Monday, September 17th, 2007 11:21 amI have uploaded a heap of pictures onto Flickr following my week away in Wales. On reflection, I shall probably take most of them back off so I can use the space for better snaps - I really must dig out the instruction book for my Cybershot and work out how to get the best out of it.
In the meantime, I shall keep this one because I like the dramatic sky, though the rest of the lighting is very poor:
I shall keep this one too. We were treated to a series of really beautiful sunsets, one of which I snapped on my Razr and posted up a day or two ago. This is a rather better quality snap from the Cybershot.
The majority of the rest of the pictures are taken from a moving car, which I suspect has done nothing for the lighting and composition. The reflections from the windscreen are distracting, too. That said, one or two have come out surprisingly well and give you a hint of just how beautiful that part of the world is.
In the meantime, I shall keep this one because I like the dramatic sky, though the rest of the lighting is very poor:
I shall keep this one too. We were treated to a series of really beautiful sunsets, one of which I snapped on my Razr and posted up a day or two ago. This is a rather better quality snap from the Cybershot.
The majority of the rest of the pictures are taken from a moving car, which I suspect has done nothing for the lighting and composition. The reflections from the windscreen are distracting, too. That said, one or two have come out surprisingly well and give you a hint of just how beautiful that part of the world is.
Pictures from Wales (Part II)
Monday, September 17th, 2007 11:21 amI have uploaded a heap of pictures onto Flickr following my week away in Wales. On reflection, I shall probably take most of them back off so I can use the space for better snaps - I really must dig out the instruction book for my Cybershot and work out how to get the best out of it.
In the meantime, I shall keep this one because I like the dramatic sky, though the rest of the lighting is very poor:
I shall keep this one too. We were treated to a series of really beautiful sunsets, one of which I snapped on my Razr and posted up a day or two ago. This is a rather better quality snap from the Cybershot.
The majority of the rest of the pictures are taken from a moving car, which I suspect has done nothing for the lighting and composition. The reflections from the windscreen are distracting, too. That said, one or two have come out surprisingly well and give you a hint of just how beautiful that part of the world is.
In the meantime, I shall keep this one because I like the dramatic sky, though the rest of the lighting is very poor:
I shall keep this one too. We were treated to a series of really beautiful sunsets, one of which I snapped on my Razr and posted up a day or two ago. This is a rather better quality snap from the Cybershot.
The majority of the rest of the pictures are taken from a moving car, which I suspect has done nothing for the lighting and composition. The reflections from the windscreen are distracting, too. That said, one or two have come out surprisingly well and give you a hint of just how beautiful that part of the world is.