Thursday, September 28, 2006



A few weeks ago I went in search of a new home. I found one which seemed nice - nice people, OK area, great transport links. But for some reason I decided not to go for it. Not sure why, kicked myself for it.

Then on the train home I noticed a story tucked in a 'news in brief' column of one of the free evening papers.
It's not on their website but this, essentially, is the text [from here]:

"A man was fighting for his life today after being repeatedly shot in north London.

Police say a man in his twenties was gunned down in a hail of bullets in Woodberry Grove, Finsbury Park, at around 8.45pm."

Er... that was exactly the road I was looking at which felt safe. Just shows you never can tell...
At the moment it's not hit any other news outlets, but I'm definitely going to think carefully before considering that area again.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006


I can't believe it

I knew 'data entry monkey' was a key part of my job, but I didn't realise I would be expected to be the database expert
On the plus side this means my employer is investing in appropraite training. On the downside I'm expected to know all this stuff to export data for tomorrow morning. Erk!

On reflection, I am being paid for my sins - payday at the end of the week!
Here's an example of a genre of music which can only be described as 'bigstupid dance' It's shouty. And dire.

Sent from my desk, working late

Tuesday, September 26, 2006


First of many

And so it landed in my inbox this morning...
Our first Christmas card order of the season.

It's September - what's wrong with these people?

Wednesday, September 20, 2006



Yesterday on my way into work I read this story in the Metro. As part of preparations for a multi-million pound adaptation of Lord of the Rings, producers are auditioning for a number of Hobbits. Apart from an ability to sing, there are some othe requirements. Namely, you must be no more than 5 feet 7 inches in height.

This means that I am officially classed as a hobbit
I even have the requisite hairy feet.

Still, good to know I can have a Plan B if my current career plans fall through

Monday, September 18, 2006


Writer's block

It's really difficult to ghostwrite a personal message from a man you've met once and had a proper conversation with never. Of course it doesn't help that it's gone 1am, but I don't think it would be any easier tomorrow afternoon either to be perfectly honest.

Oh soddit. Here's a terrified kid on a rollercoaster. Scream if you wanna go faster.

Thursday, September 14, 2006



Google's Image Labeler is seriously addictive. If you've got a project to do and unsupervised access to the internet, avoid it, because it is very difficult to drag yourself away.
There are safeguards in place though. According to this BBC News article players are cut off after 10 hours...

Wednesday, September 13, 2006



A website review of a hotel I'd like to share:

Too far from the centre
This hotel would be fine if you were driving in Paris but was not at all suitable if you were not. There are no cash machines in the area, the nearest train station is a 30 minute walk or 10 euro taxi ride. There is nothing to do at night in the area and the recommended night-club next door looks well dodgy. The view from our room was of a burnt out, turned over car and there were airplanes landing every 10 minutes or so which were very noise and made getting a nights sleep very difficult. We were booked to stay 4 nights but ended up looking for another hotel in the centre which we did and we stayed the last 2 nights in a hotel with a view of the eiffel tower. I would not recommend this hotel to anyone.

Traveller's tip on saving a few bucks
be prepared to pay extra for a decent hotel because it will make the difference to your holiday.

But wait, there's more!

bad choice
this hotel has a mold problem. the hotel is gross and is far away from the city of paris. the breakfast costs money, and is small. i had a horriable allergice reaction to the mold in the building and had to stay in another hotel, which costs me more money that upgrading in the first place would have. if you have any choice, do not choose this hotel. you will regret it.

OK, I get the picture. I think I may cross ths one off my list.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


Compare and Contrast

Here in the UK, we seem to be quite good at coming up with new TV gameshows, and then selling them to the rest of the world. The Weakest Link. Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Pop Idol [American Idol]. Sold to the highest bidder and then adapted to fit the local market.

And the latest 'format' we've exported is Deal or No Deal, the bizarrely successful game of chance where contestants have to select bxes which may contain large or small cash prizes. Select a box though and you can't have that prize. Somewhere in the shadows lurks 'The Banker' who offers contestants a guaranteed sum (the deal) if they'll stop trying to get to the really big prizes.
Anyway. In the UK we have the show fronted by Noel Edmonds, a funny little bearded man whose career can best be described as 'having its ups and downs' [The ups being the biggest thing on Saturday night TV in the UK at one point, and the biggest low definitely being when someone died in a stupid stunt on a show he fronted] He also believes on cosmic ordering - wish for something enough, and it will come to you.

So, weirdy beardy:

And in the US... eh?

Sunday, September 10, 2006


The world is someone else's Oyster

Transport for London have a contactless smartcard scheme for tickets called Oyster. They're quite proud of it, and to force people to use it, they give reduced prices to people who use the plastic tickets instead of paper ones. There can't be many residents of London who don't have one.

Whe you buy said card, you have the option to register it. If you're a little bit paranoid like myself, you can opt out of this, and decide not to have your every journey across the capital tracked by the powers that be. If you lose your unregistered card though TfL don't want to know:

"The reason we are unable to block the card is because in order for us to cancel a card we need to first confirm the password which in turn verifies that it is the owner of the card requesting the cancellation. If your card is unregistered, you will not have a password and therefore we cannot verify if it is the owner of the card requesting the cancellation and we cannot block the card.
According to the points stated above, I am sorry to inform you that we cannot offer you any refund either for the money on your Oyster card. "

I only have the card number because I have the original receipt. So I can't get my money back, and I can't block the card. What I can do is watch as the £20 credit I had loaded on the damn thing is slowly but surely used up by person or persons unknown. Which is really riling.

So, Londoners! Register your Oystercard. It's not too difficult, and TfL will make you regret it if you don't.

This seems to be turning into a blog about lost property and public transport. Arguably this is still more interesting than the typical St. John duty

Friday, September 08, 2006



is the view from the office window of my friend Stan Jealous? Me? Nooo.

[Go terrorise him into updating his blog]

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


beoko.comWe are live!

Thanks to a certain individual, the cat's out of the bag, and I can now reveal that I am the proud domain of [Even if I'm not actually listed in the WHOIS records - trust me on this one]

At this early stage, I'm fiddling about with the photo gallery, which may randomly change size, appearance, or even completely disappear over the course of a few hours. Therefore I am calling this beoko[beta] - it's the polite way of acknowledging that it's far from perfect until I've got to grips with it. It's all powered by Gallery [nice software, unimaginative name]

The photo gallery is the main reason I wanted a website, and so any other parts of the site may evolve around the gallery in due course.

Now, as to the name, what does it mean? It was actually in a list of generated domains from the uk2 names machine I can't remember what terms I put in but I know 'be' 'oke' 'photo' 'pho' 'to' and others were in the mix. If anyone can suggets a meaning, let me know. As far as I can make out it's a slightly obscure name. I'm rather hoping it's rude in one of the less-commonly-known languages :D

At the end of the day, it's a 5-letter .com, and there aren't many of those left.
Comments are open for your suggestions...

Friday, September 01, 2006


Master of my domain

I've decided I want my own website. Not just a blog. Not just some 'free' ad-supported 10MB disk space. A proper website for my photos and anything else I happen to produce. I have therefore invested in a domain name and some webhosting. Where's the site David? I hear you cry.
At the moment it isn't working very well, hence why I'm not even mentioning the domain name yet until I've got some content up and it can be tested.
I'll let you know when it's in beta.

In the meantime, it appears that Poundlancd have some difficulties with counting:I'm sorry, no matter what angle you look at it, that's not 'over 3000 employees'

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