River of mud

Originally uploaded by Paul Hammond.

Suddenly, I’m glad we didn’t actually make it Glastonbury this year…

UPDATE: Watching some of the coverage last night, they were saying that the Fire Dept had pumped away THREE MILLION litres of water, to clear some “puddles” that were 8 ft deep. Apparently over 200 tents were completely submerged. That is absolutely crazy weather for England! I suppose the organisers are really happy that the rain hit when it did — the inhabitants of 200 tents stampeding away through floodwater in the dark could have been very difficult to handle..,

I wrote my last exam at 1630 yesterday, finishing about an hour and a half later. After a week of hellish heat & humidity (I moved to England to get AWAY from those things!) I woke up this morning the gorgeous sounds of a raging thunderstorm.

That is to say, right now everything is just about perfect.

Next week we relocate to Newcastle, where I start my new assignment and Elly will be doing up the flat we’ve bought, over the summer. Postings here may or may not return to normal frequency, largely depending on how quickly we can get an internet connection sorted.

For now I leave you with another insanely addictive webgame: Collapse

All the Young Dudes

Originally uploaded by mollyeh11.

The lovely Miss Holzschlag cames to visit us in Bath this week. We showed her campus, snuck her in to the University Library and fed her full of great Thai food on the first night.

Then on the second night, she was treated to a roast dinner, Elly’s legendary syrup sponge and a house full of geeks singing Magical Trevor. We also subjected her to all sorts of web crap — evidently Molly is too busy using the Intarweb for useful things and so didn’t realise the delights that could be found, including:

We had great fun seeing & entertaining her and hopefully she feels the same. As we head towards our last couple of weeks together at uni, these are fond final memories 🙂

The rest of Molly’s photos from the trip are of course on Flickr.

Dear O2,

Strangely, the reason that I do not use your picture messaging service is that it is hideously overpriced, not that I am too stupid to work out how to do so. In any case, sending me a full colour leaflet with accompanying cheerleading letter is hardly going to incite me to picture message my life. I have a much better service for that — it’s called Flickr.

And, frankly, if I were stupid enough that I couldn’t work out how to send a picture message, sending the offending instructions in a plastic envelope that could withstand nuclear fallout is likely to keep myself and other such muppets in the dark.

Why don’t YOU “see what you can do”?

Annoyed Customer No 3000124578

Today, whilst waiting for Molly to finish her high-powered discussions, I was waiting in a small park in the middle of Bath. A Big Issue seller approached, ensuring I saw his photocard to prove he was a valid seller. I bought the magazine, as I frequently do, telling him to keep whatever change there was.

Credit to him, he was honest. Smiling, he said “I’ll be completely honest with you, it is for cider. But all my tattoos are spelt right, so it’s perfectly OK”

Money can’t pay for comedy like that.

On the face of it, Shagster seems a rather frivolous bit of social software. I predict that it may well be a spectacular success, especially among men who seem rather more inclined to compete on this issue than women (with some notable exceptions, of course!). Equally, the level of precision might deter many, since statistics seem much more fun when made up on the spot to suit current audience…

What I find interesting is that this could have a completely tangential “bonus” functionality. The reason to fill up the database is ego — but then if someone is infected with HIV, or treated for an STD or whatever, then it would be possible to notify their “shagged network” that they might want to get tested. If this was the original aim of the site, it would indubitably bomb. But the point of the site is ego and yet one of the side-effects is potentially life-saving.

Interesting, doncha think?

I don’t know about you, but when I was at school we used to have field trips. These ranged from just going across the road to the church cemetery (to look at the gravestones, I think — the teachers didn’t realise that all the kids hung out there smoking anyway so we’d seen it all before…) to driving all the way to Kimberley to look at the Big Hole. By the time we reached high school some of us were starting to find these interesting (for instance, going around Robben Island and seeing the cells where Mandela and co had been held), but on the whole it was completely wasted on us.

I’m torn between thinking that they shouldn’t have bothered — that only now would I really appreciate going around these historic venues. But then perhaps I will feel the same about going now, in 10 or 20 years’ time. Equally, perhaps only because I went as a child do I now feel that I would like to go again, to look properly.

So, did you enjoy field trips as a kid? Do you think they developed an appreciation for history/nature/science in you, or put you off for life?