Ugh. Bloody weather. The slugs have eaten the pickling cucumbers and the coriander and spinach bolted due to the randomness of the conditions. The sodding ferns love it of course, but then anything that stopped evolving that long ago survives out of bloody-mindedness.

Because they were having a sale (I no longer buy straight-cut jeans because it all gets a bit Clarkson at my age), and because the concept of 'windproof' jeans seemed an unlikely thing, I bagged a pair from Uniqlo the other day. The last time I saw any jeans that claimed some measure of weatherproofing, they were in the LL Bean catalogue and ( Read more... )

i) A small ginger cat

ii) A House of Bruar catalogue.

There may be a subtext that I have yet to decode, but my initial reaction is Do Not Want.

There's something in the back of my head and I don't know what it is, so I'll jabber randomly about Wells and perhaps it will stick its nose out of its burrow like a curious badger taunted with a box of Jaffa Cakes ( Read more... )

You should read this book it is very good. (And I am only mildly biased)

I don't know how it happened but I am mixing with the cool kids.

For reasons unknown entirely bloody obvious because hell is other people, every time I look at G+ 'nearby' on t'mobile, all I can see is/are complete tosspots. I must admit that I start to look at it on a ( Read more... )

In common with many of my peers, I was the victim of the local paper's photographer when in a band as a teenager. (We were mostly in bands as teenagers, right ( Read more... )

(Om)nom and related onomatopoeia (omnomatopoeia, presumably) - this has now appeared on the telly in the context of selling you things you don't need, therefore it is an ex-meme.

Re/action magazine - very fine indeed. Buy your own.

I imagine that there's already been a SF-thingy called 'Somewhat above average stories', filled with tales of robots that work properly, computers that crash instead of taking over the world and uninteresting trips to nondescript towns on planets far enough away to require a night in the mid-galactic travelodge.

Miles cycled - 20-odd.
Number of times stopped to look at the Avon being a raging torrent - 3
Number of ankle-deep stretches of water on the cycle path because of the above - 2
Number of SPD-inspired panics - 2
Number of homicidal Laguna drivers - 1
Number of fingers waved at the above - 2
Time spent being persuaded to give Audaxes a try - 30

JGB on Modernism (via the splendid types at Electrolite). The rest of the Guardian articles about Modernism are worth the read, too.

Women's Spatial Acuity Improved By Videogame. (via bOing^2). Good. For one reason or another, 'Raise' by Bocca Juniors is playing in my head.