Clicky clicky here for birthday highlights, the last one before I'm 30 and married...


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So who's hanging about in Tasmania? Not my father. I spoke to him in New Zealand only a couple of hours ago, and he will now be fast asleep. Not my mother, who hates flying. Not my lovely sister, who has to be in the UK this evening to fix my email crisis. And yet, I just got a missed call from the lovely island of Tristan Dacuna. According ( Read more... )

There is nothing quite like a change in perspective. There is nothing like having a conversation with someone you know so well, and feeling like you're talking to them for the first time. Ok, so we were both quite drunk on Friday night. So what did we say? Time for a shake up. So I have spent the weekend shuffling paper, sorting books, ( Read more... )

My brain in melting. I hate writing seminars. But the wonders of legislation on the internet means that at least I am here at home, slumming it in my dressing gown, drinking hot tea and listening to what ever I damn well please. And soon I will have run out of things to say about industrial deafness (I kid you not), and can escape into the wilds ( Read more... )

While there was still a shred of blue sky yesterday, Uwe and I went to the beach at West Wittering, a charming spot somewhere near Chichester. I took many pretentious beach photos, a bit like this:


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Living in the countryside is full of surprises. Like finding bats in your bedroom...


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Hmph. Just seen the full line up for Infest, including several of my faves... Converter, Proyecto Mirage, Ah Cama Sotz, Mono No Aware, even Combichrist... I shall be thinking of you all when I'm on that cruise ship in Norway with its own on board clubbing facilities *shudders to think*... Thank heavens I've seen them all this year already, and M- ( Read more... )

A call to Mrs Baps aka Gallant today made me realise I haven't been here for a while. Again. Life is busy during the day, umpteen phone calls to sort out our future peach factory in Godalming. This evening, at a loose end, I found myself in Uwe's *office* drinking some fairly awful white wine, because that's the only way I was going to see him ( Read more... )

An eventful week or so has passed. I am back to red again (aka artificial intelligence) after my blonde spell. Fizzgig, my faithful moggy, has been in and out of the vets and had to have an operation last week. A close shave and about £2,000 later the vets have concluded he had gastroentiritis, otherwise known as a dodgy tummy. Couple of rennies ( Read more... )