it’s an omen

Pete and I have been discussing transport in the last week or so. I fancy getting a camper van type thing, and we are also considering bicycles.

the latter mode was discussed at length last night, and I pointed out that my knees may not be up to pedaling now.

and – with chilling timing – my right knee is more painful today that I can ever remember it being. Arse. And “sod it” to arthritis.

just move it

I’m amused by a letter to the Times today, in response to the Grosvenor Safety Group. Apparently, this GSG consists of about 100 people who think that they are being sacrificed as “collateral damage” because they live so close to the US Embassy, and the police and government should close off the local roads.

this letter to the Times (from M S Crawley) makes the succinct – and laudatory – suggestion that the Embassy should be relocated.

to the Dome.

good plan, I thought.

who wants to be a millionaire?

“Dear Mac,

We have some exciting news about the ticket that you bought for the Friday 28 July draw. Please Sign In to your Account at the National Lottery website for more details.”

so, how much did I win?

you can’t get better than …

while we were at Trowbridge Festival at the weekend**, perlmonger purchased himself a pair of what I always refer to as “festival trousers”.

you know the sort of thing – thin cotton, and they go baggy and shapeless the first time you wash them; but he likes them, so …

this pair are exactly the blue of the uniform that the Kwik-Fit fitters used to wear in that dreadful TV ad a few years ago … quite disturbing, really.

** I *will* get this written up before I forget it.

a phrase to strike terror into the heart

as just read in a CIX conf, and posted for the benefit of thunderbox

Heard on a Late Junction from a few weeks ago what on earth could it be?

a new phrase for the list

perlmonger and I have a standard set of phrases which we recite to news items – things like, oh, the mistaken shooting of people who unsportingly turned out not to be terrorists or, as last night, the spokesperson from Stoke Mandeville on the story about the infections there, to name a couple of examples.

it goes thus:

  • mistakes were made
  • lessons have been learned
  • it’s time to move on

here’s a new one, culled from Home Office minister Joan Ryan, on the outrageous increase in passport fees, taking them from £42 last October, to £66 this October (wish I could impose a price rise like that on my customers):

  • a price that must be paid

I’m damn glad I renewed my passport five years early in August of last year, so it’s a price *I* won’t be paying for a while …

no thanks, I do not want a store card

nor, indeed, do I want anything to do with Hotmail or Yahoo.

a good story here from usatoday.com.

the thing that scares me the most about data mining is how quickly the people collecting the information will hand it over to the authorities if they’re asked.

still, as I always say, The Innocent Have Nothing To Fear.

why on earth

would anyone want to buy internet services from *Rupert Murdoch* ?

[edit to get bloody name right]

I think we’re all quite hot enough now, thank you

so could someone please turn it down now?

the only red thing about Noo Labour

is their overdraft. Which is £27m, apparently.

BBC story here.