Saturday, October 25, 2008

The "C Word"

Right. Sorry about that. Despite being unhappilly unemployed in the runup to christmas (try it, it's fun! Not.)I've been quite busy. This is real busy as opposed to "leave me alone i don't want company" busy, I've been getting on with sorting out one christmas present in particular (not giving me any trouble but is pretty time consuming), finding a christmas job, and generally getting fit.

So yes, employment fun, woohoo. Went down to XYZ place to see if they have any vacancies. The guy at the desk says "yes we have, but you have to apply on our website. Use this reference number".

So I go onto the website, type in the reference number, no matches found.

YAY!

So I've fired off a couple of emails (politely) asking what the hell is going on and are there jobs at XYZ place or not. I hope I get a quick response on account of Christmas being about 8 weeks away.

Which kinda brings me to the main point of today's entry, the great big C word. No, I mean the seasonal one. with QVC selling Christmas themed stuff already, and the local shops being full to bursting of tinsel, you could be forgiven for thinking it's December. Admittedly it isn't, but it's beginning to feel that way. I spose it will have just gotten round to being December by the time it does actually feel that way, which is incredibly convenient for everyone concerned, especially those lucky few who make their living designing advent calendars.

Yes, I've been working on my christmas list, and have been continuing to make (yes, make, as opposed to buy) one of the christmas presents. I'm beginning to form a list in my mind of what I'd like to buy everyone, but it is a bit sparsely populated, so all ideas welcome, apply to the usual address.
Obviously if you don't know my address then I don't know you well enough to be buying you Christmas presents.

So yes, Not much else to report, my fitness continues to improve etc et, going to the airport a week on monday, which is good, and now I think I'm off for a coffee.

But before I do, My christmas list is here. Yes, I spent a while carefully and artistically writing my list in beautiful lettering, with the net result that it looks a mess and no bugger can understand it. Seems that in that particular style of writing, no one used numbers, so everything had to be in Roman Numerals, which was fair enough as they're generally consistent and to the point.
Generally being the operative word.

To replace my completely stupid waste of time of a graphics card, I decided I would like something a bit more powerful. There was the opportunity of one becoming available, that question has now been answered with the typical "nah maybe not" I'm used to life throwing at me when it looks like things may be going my way, but it put the idea in my mind.

I figured to replace the 512mb 8500gt with a 512mb 8800gt was a very good idea, on account of the 8800s crashing down in price. "Fine" I thought, "I'll put an 8800GT on my Xmas list".

Unfortunately 8800 in Roman Numerals is MMMMMMMMDCCC or something like that. So I just cheated. See for yourself :). Links to the other stuff I find cool enough to put on my Xmas list, also :).

Nvidia Geforce 8800GT
Gerber Recon LED Torch
Montane Featherlite*
Jetboil System
Jetboil Accessories
Assorted Gems

Sorry about the formatting, this thing's about as versatile as a brick. Why do I want gems? Simple, they're nice and shiny and I haven't bought any for a while.

*Why did I misspell "Montane" on my Xmas list? Simple. Andy Stewart misspelled it on his website. Bleh.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Right!

Okay, first of all, some bizarre twist of fate has destroyed the slideshow I had running on my account of the towers getting knocked down. Let me go and fix that this instant: (01:21).

01:27 - RIGHT they're working again.

Okay, so what have I been up to?
I would say "not much" which given my current situation, you'd be forgiven for believing. And you'd also be wrong.

In all honest, I've been "making", yes "making" as opposed to buying, a christmas present. And yes I've been spending 12 hours a day for about the past 6 days exceeding my bandwidth limit, wearing the letters off my keyboard, crashing my computer through lack of memory, and generally doing sincere family christmas work while cunningly looking like I was selfishly spending time on my computer...

Right... Let's get in the mood.

It's 04:29, the window is open, the smell of wet asphalt and bonfire smoke drifts in through the window, the lights are out, and this is on... Don't worry, I'll wait, I don't mind if youtube is slow (It has amazing guitar solos anyway).

So what has been happening recently?

Well, as my somewhat hasty blog hinted, I've not been up to much. nothing outside the house at least. I've been taking Christmas pretty seriously though, and have been working, as I said, for 12 hours a day, on a christmas present for one particular person. I'm not going to go into detail just now, maybe in a couple of month's time.

So what else has been happening? My fitness has improved. Far from considering 10 minutes the absolute ragged edge of my running, I've settled into a steady pace and can now run for 20 or 25 minutes, longer even. My training, as per the army "pre recruitment fitness" thingy seems to go well, and not before time it seems.

My dad has renewed his efforts to get me to go into the police, which is, for him, fairly alarming. It seems that with my dad's insistence that I go into the police, and my mum's continuous statements that I "won't be available" for their 2009 years in Italy, it semes they're finally convinced that the Army is where my future lies.
Good. I'd never really been 100% convinced. Now maybe the family's beginning to take it seriously. I can just get on with it,

The time draws closer, I'm getting fitter, and sooner or later I'm gonna have to sign on the dotted line, which both scares me and exhilarates me. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in crappy dead end jobs. And as for this recession? the future remains to be seen I suppose.

Civilian employers are hardly likely to be hiring. Which is fair enough, considering I wouldn't take a civilian job for than a couple of months. The world is falling to bits, financially, politically and militarily.

It seems that no one is assured of an easy life, and at least at the sharp end, I get to take some shots in anger, of my own. Let's see what happens.

I'll keep you updated.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Now at 100% Audacity

Soooo, what have I been up to the past week or so.
Not much really, as you might expect. Having left work with a not insignificant amount of final pay (all holiday pay plus the pay to the day I left = approx £800) I've been kinda taking the opportunity to put my feet up, and keep them there.
For a while. Or maybe longer.

Admittedly it's getting boring now, which is why I am now working myself back into a "normal" sleep pattern, prior to going back into my old job (pizza delivering scooterboy) for the next three months or so, just for some money for christmas.

Now a couple of people might say "Ahahahha scooterboy", but I look at it this way: When I used to do it, I'd make £10-20 in tips a night. That's equivalent to £200-£400 in gratuities a month! On top of the basic pay which isn't too bad I seem to remember. Then you have the fact that I get to travel - yeah fine I get to travel an area the size of a small town, but it's nice to get around and see what's going on I spose. Then you have the fact I like my own company just as much as I like other people's. And since all people will ever want from me is a hot meal, there's nothing in the way of "conflict resolution", "objection handling" or any of that call center shite. And definitely no scripts or hard selling. And it's only for a few months anyway.

Why? Because for about the 8,902,893rd time this year, I've decided to get my arse in gear and get fit enough for the Army. There's no two ways about it, there are too many arguments for going into the army and not enough against. Aside from the fact that I'm not qualified to do anything, and the people that are, are losing their jobs left and right due to the recession (which is apparently in its opening stages and due to get worse), I'm therefore headed in that direction because of "economic circumstances" (the first of many it seems, as the MOD is expecting improved recruiting. It looks like just back in the good old '50's, for a generation of young men, getting in a uniform looks to be the only sure way of getting a career, a room and a meal) .

But I'd rather be considered a driven and committed recruit-to-be, rather than a victim of circumstance. Why? Because this is my choice, and I feel it's the right one for me. Even looking on the smaller side of the scale, I stand to gain mates, and a social life, and I'll sure be travelling, even if it is sometimes to places no civvy wants to go.
Most importantly though, a career in the army will give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning, something meaningful to put my heart into and build a life around. And that ladies and gentlemen, is something that no shitty "Exceeds Nat Min Wage" job with a title ending in "operative" could ever, ever give me.

But back to the present, what's the title about?
Audacity, while not only being a piece of open source software, is a rather good description of what's been coming out of my stereo since I got it fixed. See, a while ago, I plugged a 5mm headphone jack into the front of my stereo, which then snapped in half when I tried to unplug it, leaving half of it inside my stereo.
What happens when you plug a 5mm jack into your headphone port? The speakers go dead. Why? Because there's no bloody point wearing headphones if they don't. And you might want to listen to music with bad words in. So what happens if you leave half a jack in there? Surprisingly, only one of the speakers goes dead. Okay so I lied about the surprisingly bit.
To get round this (there's no way to remove a snapped jack plug from inside a stereo port - we tried (no user servicable parts inside generally means what it says) I did what will probably make people slap their heads, groan, half-turn away, and do the usual pantomime to show that they can't believe someone would be so stupid, which was to take the wires from the LEFT speaker, twist them around the wires for the RIGHT speaker, and plug them into the RIGHT speaker port.
Did the stereo go bang and teach me a lesson? Er, no, sorry. If you were hoping that it did then please get the paxo* out of the cupboard, and proceed to get stuffed.
However since the wires I now had plugged in only controlled the bass speaker, I was still left with a barely operational left speaker. Until my splitter-cable arrived today, allowing me to plug in the treble speaker which has its own seperate lead. Woo! My stereo now fires on all cylinders and outputs from all speakers, even if I should probably stop calling it a stereo as it's now technically a "mono".

On a sadder note, I was rather dismayed to hear from my mum that my grandad's birthday present (my sis and I split the cost and got him 12 new fish for his tank), while well received, didn't last long. Unbeknownst to me, apparently you have to prepare the tank for new arrivals even if there are ALREADY fish in it. Also unbeknownst to me, my mum was aware of this and advised my sister against getting the fish. Of course, at the time I wasn't aware there was a problem, on account of no bloody sod actually telling me. All the new fish didn't seem to adapt to the tank as well as was expected, and in less than a week, all 12 fish have died. RIP, little tetras, silver sharks, guppies and some other ones I can't remember.
Do I feel guilty? No. Should I? While I am broadly in favour of animals, I know nothing about fish, and therefore made the mistake of assuming there was no problem, as I hadn't (and this is an important point that I keep repeating) been told otherwise. While assumption is a mistake in itself, I feel it's the only one I actually made. Still. Poor fishies.

What else is going on? Well today I've spent four hours behind a bloody carpet cleaning vacuum cleaning water carpet machine thingie, helping to get the house nice and tidy, which will come in useful come christmas.

Ahh I said the C word again didn't I! Oh well, it's no longer something to be escaped it seems, as there are even adverts on the TV about christmas now. All the shopping channels (which my mum is fond of) are now selling christmas themed products, wrapping paper, crackers etc...

So now I'm off to get some dinner, and then later I'm off out for my run :). Have fun.

*Hahahaha I love that, "serving suggestion", yeah that's right, make some stuffing, shove it in a bowl and eat it with a spoon! Nice one! (At least do some gravy to go with it!)

Sunday, September 21, 2008

The year is winding on...

OFFICIAL WARNING TO ALL FAMILY MEMBERS: From this date until Dec 26th 2008, this blog is officially "out of bounds" for my nephew. I will be doing an amount of christmas organising over the next 12 weeks or so, and a certain amount of that organising will involve my nephew's presents, and the purchasing and discussion thereof. Included in this blog entry is a photo slideshow intended for the benefit of everyone except for the aforementioned little nephew, The slideshow contains images of one of his Xmas presents and is not intended to be viewed or seen by him. PLEASE KEEP ALL NEPHEWS AWAY FROM THIS BLOG UNTIL DECEMBER 26TH.

Right. So what have I been doing for two weeks?
Well, I've been browsing around for a job, visited the job center a couple of times and have asked various companies if they have vacancies, so far, the only promising lead is a job as a bike rider delivering pizzas - It pays okay and it's not a bad job, but I'm not that desperate yet.

I've cleaned my room up loads, I've created loads more space, and I've played a lot of Gran Turismo 2. I've listened to a fair bit of christmas music from our family's favourite christmas tape, as is traditional in this strange family of ours, when we're doing autumn cleaning (It motivates us I suppose). Other than that I've been generally riding my bike around, chilling out with friends, and staying away from the beer more than usual.

One thing I've also been doing, is spending a lot of time at my sister/nephew's house, helping them do various things such as painting (walls and ceiling), wallpapering, and generally getting the house in a nice condition after the decorators half bulldozed the place. We've got the place looking okay now - not too bad at all.

We went with my nephew to Toys'R'Us, the epicentre of all toys in the world everywhere. I used to love going to that place as a kid, just to look at all the cool stuff. One thing I noticed is that not only is the 2 foot long Millenium Falcon back on sale, but so are the proportionately scaled A and B wings, as well as Tie Fighters, Tie Interceptors and loads of other models. Good to have them back after a hiatus of what, 20 years?
My nephew enjoyed hitting me with the new toy lightsabers though, though his mum's adamant he's not getting one, and I can see why.

Now, [and I'm sorry if this seems longwinded - this is the second time I've had to write this, due to computer problems], if you asked my nephew what he wants for christmas, his answer is usually " A playpeople airplane". A couple of years ago my mum bought him a two engine playmobil airplane, and all was well. One day though, he threw it out of the window of his first floor bedroom. Not - as you might think - out of any spite or temper tantrum, but simply childish curiousity - he wanted to see it fly.
Fortunately, while none of the parts of the plane broke upon its crash landing, a few of them DID fly, in the general direction of "away and round the corner" it seems, as they haven't been seen since. And since then, his playmobil airplane has been like a jigsaw with a lot of missing pieces. Eventually it went in the bin, I think.

So I've been chatting with his mother about getting him what he wants for christmas - a new playmobil plane - provided that we can be sure that the same won't happen again. I've found an enormously fantastic jumbo, bigger than his old 2 engined jet, that I want to get him.
Now I figured that it'd be neat to get him a few things to go with it, so while I'm trying to persuade my mum to buy him another of the original 2 engined jets, I'm trying to get his mum to buy him the airport cargo crew to go with the plane. He was particularly taken with the playmobil at Toys'R'Us, so I think he'll enjoy getting some for Xmas.

Earlier in the week, I spent some time with my sis, and we went to somewhere I'd not been for a while, Wentworth Garden Center. We both used to get taken there with our parents as kids, and it has been easily ten years since I last visited the place, so it was with some surprise that I noted that the place has barely changed. The gardens, the pond, and even the secret passage (yes, there's a secret passage) as well as the maze are still there, which is nice to see. Yes, it's a garden center, but they've put a lot of effort into making the place as pleasant to be in as possible, and walking round the grounds with the different trees, the fountains, waterfalls, ponds and fields, you'd be forgiven for thinking you were in the grounds of the nearby stately home.
One thing they also had was a big stock of playmobil, though they didn't have what I was looking for.
Which was fair enough, as I'd already found what I was looking for, and it was sitting in a Toys'R'Us bag in the back of my sister's car...

So, other than the exclusive expose below, I'm off to go and finish my tea. Then I'm going to phone the guy who's supposed to be buying my bike and find out why he hasn't bought it yet.

The secret identity of the first Christmas Present of the year can be exclusively revealed below: I concealed a camera about my person and joined the Army to repor... oops wrong one, sorry. I sneaked into the attic to capture revealing images of the first present of the year. I suspect more will join it as time goes on.


Sunday, September 07, 2008

The great Christmas cleanup...

...Okay, before you all start emailing me to let me know I've got my seasons mixed up, I know, it's not Christmas.

However, I also know that when it is Christmas, I'll be too busy doing Christmassy things to be bothered with little things like cleaning my room. So I'm doing it now.
I was sat in my bed 2 days ago, wide awake at 5am. My room was a tip, clothes and empty coke bottles everywhere, and without wanting to put too fine a point on it, I was hardly spring fresh myself. Which bothered me, as i'm not exactly a layabout.
Well I am at the moment but not generally.

The problem with living in a room every day for yeras on end is you never really get the opportunity to give it a big cleanout, so starting today that's exactly what I'm gonna be doing.
What inspired this? I dunno, just an irrational bout of christmassy feeling I suppose. We're getting on towards the end of the year, christmas is now close enough for shops to be selling christmas cards, so I decided I might as well do something constructive, in the name of a family occasion.

So right now it's 7:33, and I'm entangled in the process of trying to strip my desk down and rebuild it - which will be really fun considering I need to be able to use it at the same time.

00:05: Well, I ended up stripping out the desk CD rack, cleaning everything up, retightning all the screws and adding a healthy measure of wood glue to help the desk back in its way to being reasonably solid again. I hope someone invents a structural integrity field one day because sooner or later, this desk's gonna need one to hold it together.
I managed to clear out a couple of cupboards that weren't doing anything, and best of all, I've managed to velcro my memory card reader and iPod Shuffle dock to the side of the desk just above my USB Hub. So if you look in there now, it's a mass of blinking lights - looks very cool.

One other thing I've done, is restore my christmas tree.
Eh? Let me explain. A few years, maybe 7 or 8 years back I got a "Magic Christmas Tree" The one I got quoted a working life of approx 5 or 6 days depending on how much you messed about with the tree and how many crystals you knocked off etc. It also came with a little warning that basically said "once crystals have fallen from tree, do not reuse".
This 5-6 day tree was preserved in a cupboard of mine, and five YEARS later still looked like new. I didn't disturb it, I didn't touch it, and it looked like it did the second or third day after it started growing. Eventually though, I did something daft or something and knocked a playstation cd case into it or something. broke the "leaves" all off one side. And for another few years, it stayed like that, until today. Well I did little science at school, I know a little about crystals, crystals in solution, and more importantly, precipitation of crystals (or at least I'd like to think I do, which is not necessarily the same thing). So I scraped the crystals off the shelf and put them back in the tray, added a little water and hoped for the best. I rehung the little baubles and put the star back on top, and back into the cupboard it went.
Three hours later, and the tree's beginning to grow new "leaves" - it's nice to have it back in one piece.

Ahem, got distracted there, sorry. So what else has happened recently? Well, today we had floods, rain, thunder, lightning and more floods. Nothing major but enough to get a couple of mad loonies out of their houses to go paddling - yes, paddling - in one of the (now flooded) local parks.
The whole place was a bit treacherous, the river hasn't been that high for ages.

Wednesday, was my ickle nephew's first day at school. So I got over there to take some nice photos, and my sister and I walked him to his first ever day at school.
Course, there's not much to report because we weren't there most of the day, but when we went to collect him, it was clear that he loved it. My sister and I had come to a little arrangement while he was away, that meant we were able to tell him when we picked him up that we were going somewhere special the following day. So we did just that, picking up the satnav and some food for a little picnic and off we set again, back to Twin Lakes!

We had a good old time there, though I'm sorry to report that the spiderweb of tangly death, that cubic bungee trap, has actually been closed off by the staff. I have a photo of its horizontal equivalent kicking about, so that you can have a look-see. Don't you just hate that figure of speech? Tough, I rather like it.

The only other thing to report then is my "discovery" (for "discovery" read "happening across a band that has released about 7 albums over the past few years") of a "new" band, by the name of Gregorian. A German outfit consisting of a choir, and some backing instruments. A bit like Era, but the lineup and the sound are more consistent. These guys have done some very unlikely covers, covers that given the "Gregorian" treatment sound very different to the original. Songs such as Rammstein's "Engel" (original, cover), REM's "Losing My Religion" (original, cover), Belinda Carlisle's "Heaven is a place on earth" (original, cover). There are others out there, bout 6 albums worth including "In the air tonight", "ordinary world" etc etc.

But perhaps the best cover I've found this week is by Chris Cornell (you know, the guy from Audioslave/Soundgarden), who has done a VERY different cover of Billie Jean, recording it as a blues/rock song. I liked the original, but I have to admit to being very impressed with the new version. It takes a bit of getting used to if you're used to the original, but just appreciate it for what it is rather than criticize it for what it isn't.

Anyway, I've dug out my playstation during my cleaning up, so now I'm off to play gran turismo 2, and get some food. laters.

Oh, nearly forgot, here's some photos. Second one is the upright version of that spider web trap thingie. :)

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Cooking at home: Here's your host, Squid...

Hi. Okay, so my parents are due back in about an hour, and I've decided to do a little welcome back treat. The house is all tidy and clean, everything has been put away etc etc, and I'm gonna do a little cooking for 'em. What's on the menu? Bagna Cauda.
Yep, after watching one too many episodes of Babylon 5, I rather fancied my hand at doing a decent Bagna Cauda, and we've got plenty to serve up with it today.

Bagna Cauda is basically a (rather unhealthy!) savoury fondue made of olive oil, butter, garlic, anchovies (before you say "eww" they dissolve so you don't realise they're in there), and onion. you dip vegetables and bread etc in it. So what have we got to dip in the sauce? Today we've got Celery, Yellow/Green Peppers, Onion chunks (some people do like onion), Pepperoni (I fancied a break with tradition), Olives (eww) and Carrot sticks.
And bread, of course. Real bread, not that pre-sliced rubbish.

So I'm gonna get on with it, photos and recipe to come soon :).

02:38: Well, here we go.

Here's the ingredients you will need for a generous serving of bagna cauda, complete with dipping things (there's some kind of snobby culinary word for the things, but I deliberately forget what it is :)).

The basic steps are:
Put the butter in a pan until it starts bubbling, (do not let it burn, or else you will ruin the whole thing!)
Put in the oil and the garlic, and let it simmer for a bit. another 3 or 4 mins.
Put in the anchovies and let it simmer some more. You guessed it, 3 or 4 mins.

Serve in a fondue thingie, with bread, pepperoni etc etc, and there you have it.

Don't do what I did, and let the butter burn - the taste of burned butter cuts through even the best bagna cauda, and as I found out, no amount of salt or pepper will fix it. In desperation, I even added another 5 cloves of garlic and some tabasco sauce. Nope, no change whatsoever in the taste.

My parents came back, and I let my dad in to show the surprise that I'd sorted out for him. Both my mum and dad were very pleased with the surprise, and as they'd never had bagna cauda, not even in Italy, they didn't know what they were missing.
They were very sympathetic and we had a nice meal, chatting and enjoying the extra dippy bits, even as the burned bagna cauda went cold.

So yeah, it's fairly simple to prepare, but don't burn the butter!

I'm off to relax now. Burned butter is irritating my still somewhat sensitive stomach, gonna have a nice sleep soon :).

Here are some pictures :).

Friday, August 29, 2008

Owwww

Okay so as my parents holiday draws to a close and they set off home, how have I been doing?
Okay actually. I've had a few sedentary days where my sleeping patterns been somewhat bizarre, but other than that I've had rather a nice time.
Until now. For some reason I now have a very unpleasant stomachache, that varies between not-there and extremely painful, for no apparent reason, moving from my stomach to my abdomen and back again :(.

Oh well, let's see how things go :(.

00:24 - in less than 24 hours my parents will be home.

I'm sorry for the fact that the blog thus far has been somewhat pefunctory, seeming as though I was disinterested. To be honest, while I was trying to get stuff down, I was in too much pain to be able to concentrate.

My stomachache continued, frequently turning from a minor annoyance into waves of discomfort that made me literally groan with the pain. In short order, I developed other symptoms of an unhappy digestive system (I won't go further into these as I know some of you like to read this while snacking), these themselves were much less unpleasant but no more welcome.

I had gone to the shops earlier, bought myself everything I need for a happy night in with the TV. A nice bottle of whisky (a rare treat for me), a ginormous bottle of lucozade (for the morning's (or more likely the afternoon's) hangover), a nice admiral's pie (fish in butter sauce with mashed potato and cheese - very nice and inexpensive) and some double chocolate cookies to enjoy with my whisky. I was all set for a nice night in front of the TV.

It's with some regret therefore that I've abandoned that idea. The whisky sits undrank in the living room, I managed to eat four cookies before my stomach made it clear that everything north of my intestine was going in one direction, and it wasn't into my stomach, the lucozade and my dinner are still in the fridge waiting for me.

But, I've cheered up somewhat. I've taken some advice from a friend who is studying some type of medical science at University, who has assured me that this is likely to be a very short term complaint. I was given to understand that the pain itself is simply due to the lining of my stomach/intestine being swollen and tender. I'm sitting now in my bedroom, with only the whir of the laptop fan for company, I've been alone on and off for about 8 days now, and I am somewhat lonely, but as I'm laid down, the pain has all but vanished, and my digestive system, satisfied that it won't have any through traffic for the immediate future, has quietened down a fair bit.

It's a strange thing your health. Like air, like water, you take it for granted until you don't have it.
I did, until all that dental agony I've had over the last 12 months, from then on I have been sincerely grateful to nature or my luck or whatever (I'm not religious) that my general health has been good.

But hey, I might put the upstairs tv on and see if I can do something with my night. Even if I do end up dozing off, the whisky, cookies, pie and lucozade are still there waiting for me, and if tonight's infection is as short term as I'm told it's likely to be, maybe I can go out on sunday with Ste and Si afterall.
I don't have much of a social life (the lad at the back whispering "most bloggers don't" gets a slap) so it's nice to get out.

And the pain's back.
I'm gonna try to get to sleep.

03:38: I woke up with no pain, and very thirsty. So I got changed for bed, which is what I'm doing after this is finished.
The pain is minor now. The odd stab of discomfort is felt, but this is accompanied with a slight rumbling that suggests my stomach is finally grudgingly accepting the water that I've been advised to get down me.

So I do feel quite a lot better, let's hope that I feel even better in the morning. I have stuff to do before my rents get back.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Zero Hour

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Well, I woke up early this afternoon, what with my new found sedentary lifestyle, and decided that I was going to take the opportunity to get out there - it was a nice afternoon so I thought I'd take the camera and take the final opportunity to get some shots of the Tinsley Towers before they came down for good. Seems lots of people had the same idea. I've never seen so many people with cameras out and about at one time - that's including the viewing park at Manchester Airport.

No sooner do I pull up at a picturesque parking place, than out of nowhere (probably hiding behind trees and parked cars waiting for me to come along. It would be in keeping with the past few weeks) appear a load of photographers of all sorts. Happy snappers, digicam users and a surprising number who labour under the weight of their Canon and Nikon super death turbo DSLR XL models. Like me I suppose.

So there's not much more to say at this stage except it looks like the entire city is coming out to watch over the towers in their last hours. Which I suppose is only fair, as they've watched over the city for 70 years.

I'm going to get something to eat, enjoy the photos.

11:52PM

Well, I've had a fairly non-active evening in, just babysitting the house. I've got my camera stuff ready and we hope to be setting off in about 40 minutes. So, I've got to see if I can wrestle my camera into taking good night photos, and hopefully the results will be good.
Well, all the results apart from the one: When I come back the towers will be gone for ever, and the landscape will have changed completely.
Let's hope we can get used to it, let's hope we can give them a good sendoff.

06:01AM

Right. God, where to start. A cup of tea, that's where I'm going to start. Be right back.

06:24AM

I still don't feel any better.

Right. After a while of getting my camera gear ready, I decided to forego the nap and stayed up ready to be collected. Eventually the time came, and lugging two tripods and my camera bag, my sister, my nephew and I set off.

After a quick detour via McDonalds, we joined in the local traffic, which already heavy for that time of night, grew heavier as we approached the vantage point that I picked earlier. Once we got there, noticing that traffic was insane, I managed to get myself through the tangle of photographers and hyper kids. After being moved on by one militant snotty woman who wanted to take unobstructed photos (with her tacky lil plastic fantastic - camera snobbery? She should have just sodded off home and bought the photos from me - just kidding!), we eventually managed to find a place on some ratty scrubland overlooking the towers, and I set up shop. 2 tripods, 2 cameras. I fired a few test shots, as well as a few more, and then some more later on, checking as if to make sure that the camera hadn't sneakily changed its settings while I'd not been looking.

Over time, the place began to fill up - this is some scrubby wasteland in the middle of a not-very-populated area of the town, and it was an absolute hive of activitiy, with kids running about, drunken yoofs stumbling about, and photographers and suchlike behind their cameras, binoculars, spotting scopes, portable radar, electronic signalling thumbs etc, and so we waited.

Before long the hillside was heaving, well over a thousand people easily, staring at the towers through their viewfinders, glasses, all waiting expectantly for the big moment.

The rain started, the rain stopped, I got heckled by a couple of loony young women who couldn't keep themselves to themselves (nooo, not in that way), and still we waited.

Finally, as if in expectation, the already light breeze disappeared, I glanced at my watch. 2:57AM.

On the very edge of hearing, quiet enough to ask an observer if I was imagining it, a klaxon sounded in the distance, and the crowd grew quiet. The claxon guy, feeling he'd done his bit and he wanted a cup of tea, fell silent. And we waited.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first the right (south) tower began to fall, and from the distance, came the boom of an explosion. Not loud, but low enough to be felt as well as heard. The south tower continued earthwards, towards destruction, to stand watch over the city no more. The north tower began to fall, surrounded by the dust of its fallen partner of 70 years, as a second explosion pounded across the landscape, both towers now, spiralling into nothingness.

The south tower, almost completely gone now, collapsed in on itself, as the last of its strength gave out and the final hundred feet or so fell into dust.

And then the north tower did something odd. It corkscrewed. I don't remember the exact motion, but almost in slow motion, I watched as the top of the tower bent around the center, until through the clouds of dust, I could see past the rim of the tower into its inside. The top came down, falling not vertically, but diagonally, and then all was lost in clouds.

The clouds dissipated somewhat, and standing there, against all expectation, was the center of the south tower, defiantly standing, after a fashion but still standing, above the motorway. Through the dust and debris, we stared, at the tower seemingly resting against the top deck of the viaduct. A worst case scenario, really?

The dust cleared. Of the south tower, nothing remained. but the north, still standing proudly almost, seemingly against the viaduct, a last act of retribution against E.ON, poetic justice it seemed, to a degree at least.

Eventually, after going and having a chat with my brother and his fiancee who were also there, we managed to work our way through the complete gridlock, and managed to turn around to head to where we were going. Had the tower really fallen against the motorway? I was elated. Many people had described the demolition of the towers as a crime. Was this their punishment? We were off to find out. Already, the radio was commenting that the towers hadn't come down according to plan, and they would bring us more news as they had it. In the meantime, would we like some music? "I'm Still Standing", by Elton John. Laughing and joking, with our windows down and the radio up, we disappeared into the countryside.

Eventually we arrived at the hillside, looking down onto where the towers stood. Less remained now, and as we watched, brave men and their machines were working hard to remove the remaining structure. Brave? I might have been against the whole thing, but these men were doing their jobs, and from what we could see as a tracked JCB poked at the shell of the south tower, much in the way an insect tries to sink its teeth into you or I, they were putting their safety at risk. A tall ruined spire of concrete, maybe half the tower's original height still stood tall, and these men in their JCB's, looking, well, insectlike in scale, were doing their best to bring it down to ground level. And still, even on the south tower, many of the concrete supports stood proud, doing their job, even though they no longer had anything to support.

E.ON were being tight lipped, saying only that there had been an "unexpected development". The Highways Agency were even more reluctant to talk, according to one radio reporter, "he walked away shouting 'no comment'".

We watched for a time as little by little, the remaining shell came down, and it began to rain, over a different landscape.

A somewhat emptier landscape, I feel.

Obviously, I'm upset about the demolition of the towers. Concrete and steel is all they may be, but the value we place on a building is more than the value of its components. Is your home only bricks and mortar? Those towers were part of Sheffield's heritage, a part that is now gone forever.

Am I going to tear myself up about it? Moaning that they're gone, that we weren't given a say? Or am I going to look back and laugh, and see that concrete spire as one giant middle finger weighing hundreds of tons and pointed squarely at E.ON, as the tower proclaims "I have the last laugh!"

I think I'll try to feel good about it. :)

But I'll do it after I've been to bed. It's 7am, I've been up 16 hours.

Video of the demolition (not mine)

BBC News article on the demolition

"How is a cooling tower demolished"

Finally, here's one I found earlier. These guys actually climbed the north tower and took photos from inside it. You wouldn't bloody get me up there.

And really finally now - you may notice that this entry gets a little emotional or dramatic in places. Blame Radio Sheffield. Just as rousing speeches and glorious hymns (i'm not religious) are most effective and dramatic when set to music, the right (or wrong) music can make all the difference when writing. It was Radio Sheffield's fault for playing a rather sad piece of music just at the bit where I really didn't need it.

Friday, August 22, 2008

The Holiday

Well, it's 04:47, it's absolutely freezing, both outside and inside, which for the past few days have been connected to each other by an open window which I am reluctant to close as it would then give me nothing to complain about.

I've waved by to my parents, and they disappear round the corner in a taxi never to be seen again. This month.
Yep, after a year of preparation, threats, arguments on the subject of and general hanging-over-the-headedness, the holiday to Italy has now commenced, and the parents, being the happy couple that they are (15 years happily married - the first 15) are now off to what I have no doubt will be a slightly warmer slightly more humid autumn climate than over here.

Which leaves me alone to shiver in the cold (my own fault), eat what I fancy (but not too much as in true parent manner they reason that 2 weeks of food is twice the amount they'd buy for one week, which is actually about three day's food).

Soooo, what to do, what to do. I don't particularly want to annoy the neighbours as they haven't done anything to deserve it. So while Howards Jones might be a very good singer, I've decided not to broadcast him throughout the building for the time being.

Soooo, well.
It's been 8 minutes and now I'm bored.
I said I'll keep the place tidy, look after the property, water the plants etc etc, as long as I do that, I don't see why I can't have a little company every now and again.
Hmm something to consider - and no, I'm not talking about having the next pishup at our house.

Well, I'm off to er, have a shower probably. And then to shove my clothes in the wash, where they will remain until I wash them. Ooh, scary thought, that.

I'm sure I'll cope with the administration, if not the lack of company.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Unemployment, Punks, Alcohol and Car Crashes!

DISCLAIMER: Requests for further detail about the events detailed in this blog will not be entertained. No one was injured during the events depicted, and therefore I consider the matter closed.

Chapter One - The Boring Bit (possibly)

Soo, where to begin. Well there are the usual apologies - I've not posted for a while, I can't remember what I've covered and I'm too lazy to read back. I think the last one I posted was the cooling towers one.

For a few weeks at work, there've been rumours of doom and gloom, clients pulling out of the business, major contracts being cancelled, and hundreds of people being laid off. One of the more interesting rumours is that the department I worked on was in breach of contract and therefore that contract was likely to be cancelled as well.

See what I said there? I "worked" there?
I went to work on saturday morning, unhappily employed, got on with my shift, when a certain meeting took place. For the sake of discretion, I'm not going to go into detail, because, well, it's my business really, and there's only a certain amount that I'm gonna share on here.

The general outcome of the meeting was that more would be revealed to us the following tuesday. The manager of the department would have a short meeting with us to explain further.
Well on tuesday, the manager was nowhere to be seen, so his immediate junior, due to lose her own job a couple of weeks later, explained to all present that we had the option of leaving the job now or [not much] later.
So on friday, I was unhappily employed, and as of tuesday morning, I am happily unemployed. We were given the impression that those of us who left were not the first and wouldn't be the last. Seems even since tuesday that others have left. So wahey, go them.

Sooo, what did I do? Well I said bye to the people that were remaining, and eventually sodded off, before hanging around for a while to wait for my mate
[funny, as I'm explaining about being unhappily employed, Ross Noble is on TV heckling one of the audience "I work in an office, I couldn't decide whether to come an' see the show or to commit suicide". My job wasn't THAT bad, not quite anyway, but I can kinda identify with it. A final chat, a walk to the bus stop and a farewell later, and I rode away on the bus, casting a last look at the building that I'd worked in for three years.

So I went down to the jobcenter to register as unemployed, and there was actually a vacancy for a photographer's job. Only problem is that not having a full car driving licence, I wasn't eligible to apply, not having one.
But I met a mate at the pub afterwards and sat for an hour or two just chatting and chilling out, when along came Si.
Picture yer typical punk lad, blue hair, black hoodie, combat trousers, Same age as me, quite a good mate [insofar as it's possible to be quite a good mate with someone after not having seen them for 6 years - well my reasoning was that we were good mates at school so we'd be good mates now - I was right as it turned out later].
So chilling out, sitting about and generally chatting round, I took the bike home and arranged to meet them a couple of hours later.

Chapter Two - The Not-Boring bit. Possibly.

So, a couple of hours later, I meet one of my mates at the pub as arranged - Si is nowhere to be seen. I went into the pub, mildly dismayed - we had 6 years of catching up to do - and bought a pint, struggling to keep a straight face when the person behind the bar demanded £2.90 for a pint (just over half a litre) - you can buy 4 litres from the off licence for £6.30.
Moaning inwardly about this, I wandered outside and spent half an hour just chatting about this and that.
Then, wandering along as if he'd forgotten he was supposed to be here, Si came round the corner. He had a pint, we had a chat and decided to move on. So off the the offlicence, where we got 24 cans for £11.00 and wandered up to our mate's house.

So we're there, chatting about everything, anything, typical drunken chat, sat on the balcony, having a good time, watching the world go by and building a steadily increasing pile of beer cans.
About 2 hours in, there's a lull in the conversation, while we get fresh beer or something.
Out of the night, somwehere between our housing estate and the one across the river, there's a huge bang, the sound of metal twisting, and the screech of a tyre. Nothing drawn out, one second it was silent, one second later it was silent. In between was this crashing noise.

Of course, alcohol makes one ask stupid questions. "Did you hear that?" "What was that then?" darted across the table at each other, after a short discussion whether through curiosity, altruism or plain nosiness, we ended up wandering down. Not far from where we were, its hazards on, was a car, the occupants already sat on the pavement halfway through arguing. No one else was there, no bystanders, even the people who's front wall the car had come within inches of demolishing were evidently asleep or something.

The car was a mess, huge scars down the front and side of the car, one wheel was completely smashed, crushed under the car at a 90 degree angle, the car wasn't going anywhere.
Brake fluid dripped down from under the car into the kerb, where it ran down towards a nearby drain.

The conversation was as expected "f'ckin hell, what happened, what a mess etc". Some builders had put a skip in the road, evidently local kids or something had stolen the warning lights put there to prevent this sort of thing, and these people were teararsing along, had swerved to avoid it and ended up hitting the kerb with a hell of a bang.

The lighting on the road was poor, the car was not well lit, and the rear of the car was sticking out into the road blocking half the lane it was in. So the owners arranged to get the car recovered, and, since we didn't witness the accident, and everyone concerned was okay, we returned back up to our little party.

"Yikes what a mess" etc etc. So we carried on for anouther couple of hours, getting steadily more pissed, sat lazily rocking back on the chairs, feet on the table having indepth conversations about everything and anything.

But, our mate was tired, so me and Si disappeared off taking the last of the beer. I ended up wandering along and found myself in Si's house. No, sorry, this is not the start of a raunchy gay sex novel or anything - that sort of stuff doesn't really appeal to either of us. So after chilling and chatting for another hour, drinking yet more alcohol, listening to music etc, Si went to bed and I sodded off home.

Epilogue: The boring bit at the end.

So how are things at home? They're ok. The family took my unemployment rather less badly than they took my 6am return home, but hey that's all sorted now. And me? I'm happier than I've been for a long time. No more AHT, ACW, 121, Crappy three letter acronyms, stupid management speak, little management fads and stupid pointless memos, meetings and bureaucracy. Thank feck for that.

I'm gonna look for a job obviously, because I have committments of my own.
But I think I deserve a week off, and so I'm going to have one. I'm going to another party with Si etc, and I've got to go and watch the towers come down. So, let's see how the next week or so goes.
Oh, and my camera lens, that finally arrived. 12 days after I bought it, paying £5 for next-day. But I was so elated at actually receiving the damn thing that I neglected to send an abusive message.

So that's cool :).


Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The sky is falling...

Okay, so maybe not for us lot, but for the frogs, fish, snakes etc etc that make their home under the Tinsley Viaduct, between Junctions 33 and 34 of the M1 Motorway, the sky will be falling. Yep, after seventy years of, if not piercing the sky, then at least making it distinctly difficult for it to lay down nice and flat so it meets the ground properly, the iconic cooling towers at Tinsley are finally definitely actually going to be demolished, in the early hours, of August 24th. After years of campaigns, offers to purchase the towers, petitions and studies, they are definitely coming down.

Why do we care? Because as trite as it sounds, the cooling towers are part of Sheffield's heritage.
We've always been an industrial city, famous for our steelworks which used to cover the landscape, even today, Sheffield steel is sold all over the world, and "Made in Sheffield" is still a hallmark of quality on various steel goods, from small knives and surgical instruments, right through to massive machine parts and girders, for all manner of industrial and construction applications.

And Sheffield has been an industrial city for over 200 years. In WW2, Sheffield was vigorously bombed to try and prevent the mass production of tanks, and armaments for the British war effort, we were the only ones who had the skill and the machinery to produce parts without which aircraft like the Spitfire and the Lancaster would never have flown.

After the war, Sheffield continued to be a major manufacturer of steel, manufacturing and exporting steel goods made all over the world. Heavy industry flourished and tens of thousands of workers were able to put food on the table thanks to the steel industry.

And ever since before the war, and for about thirty years afterwards, Blackburn Meadows power station, (on the site of which stood a total of seven cooling towers of which five have been demolished) provided electricity for the mills, the foundries and the factories.

The power station was closed in the mid 70's, and five of the towers were demolished. However, these two were too close to the new Tinsley Viaduct, part of the M1 Motorway, being only 17 metres from the bridge, to be safely brought down.

So for thirty years after the demolition of the power station, the towers, now affectionately - usually - known as The Tinsley Towers, have become a real living symbol of Sheffield's history. A real life surviving part of heritage. Sheffield has moved on now, steel is now only a small part of the city's economy, having been replaced by education and sport. But still the towers stand to remind us of what the city used to be like and what it used to represent.
For many years they have been controversial. Many people wanted them demolished as eyesores, and just as many vigorously opposed such an act, claiming just as I claim, that they are part of our heritage and history.
Whichever viewpoint any resident Sheffielder subscribed to, the fact remained that when the Tinsley Towers appeared over the horizon, coming across on the M1 from London, Dover, Calais, Trier, or wherever in the world you'd been, you knew that you were home. Standing on the horizon or looming above you as you pass them, they're still as familiar as the shapes of words or the wallpaper in your home, they were/are part of every Sheffielder's life, whether Sheffield born (like me) or not. I remember staring wide eyed at their size and presence every time we passed them when I was a kid, whether going on holiday or just going out somewhere.

So various groups have been putting in proposals to save the towers. Some wanted them turned into leisure resorts, music arenas, skating rinks, while others wanted them turned into giant works of art - Sheffield's own Angel Of The North. Some people tried to get them Listed Building status, while others criticised these plans and continued to call for their demolition.
The new owners of the towers, E.ON UK always said that the towers would have to come down if they were to build on the site, an announcement which brought relief and satisfaction to some, and anger and sadness to others.

In the end though, it seems that the decision has been made without the involvement of anyone concerned, including E.ON. The official line is that after many years of debating what to do with the towers, the towers themselves have made it clear that they're not going to stick around.
Apparently, the towers are becoming unsafe, and left standing, would shortly become structurally unstable, as the concrete falls victim to 70 years of erosion, no doubt helped by being surrounded by heavy industry and later having a major motorway sited next to them, the fact is, according to the study by a bunch of people whos names I don't remember, if the towers don't collapse safely - I.e. in a controlled demolition, they may well collapse unsafely; That is, onto the twin deck four lane motorway next to them.
Obviously the fact that the motorway bridge has spent the last few years under refurbishment and strengthening in a program that cost fourteen times as much as it cost to build the thing is quite foremost in the minds of its owners, and so, for this reason it seems, that the kindest thing to do, to use an animal simile, is to end the lives of the towers humanely, rather than let them suffer and die.

That's the official line anyway, and I have to admit, I'm going to buy it, whether it's true or not. Why? Because if the towers are going to collapse, then nothing is to be gained by fighting their demolition, whereas if they are capable of standing another hundred years, then what E.ON are proposing is a damn crime and this choice shouldn't have been allowed to have been made.
I like the towers. They're part of Sheffield, as much a part as Meadowhall, or the Cathedral, or even the City Hall, and I'm going to be sorry to see them go. I guess believing that they'll go one way or the other is easier for me than believing someone I've never met is negatively influencing my life and I can't do anything about it. So sue me, I'm only human.

So what am I going to do about it?
Is this the part where I tell you that I'm going to become a warrior who fights on the side of light against the evil forces of E.ON?
Er, no. Sorry.
What I am going to do though, is give the towers a good sendoff. I did briefly (very very briefly - see why below) consider smashing a cheap bottle of champagne against the towers prior to their demolition. I decided against this for several reasons:

1. It is a waste of Alcohol.
2. You smash bottles of champagne on things to commission them, not decommission them.
3. I can't throw a 1 kilo bottle of champagne from Kimberworth to Tinsley, even if it is only a mile or so.
4. They won't let me on site to do this, and even if they did I wouldn't know how to get there.
5. It's just being silly.

So instead, I'm going along to watch them come down, come rain or shine, whether it's at 2am or 3am. The place is going to be lit up like a christmas tree, and I'm going to get some great photos. And some great video.
And then, I'm going to have a wake (In local modern usage at least, Wake is a term for a for a party after the funeral during which the memories of the departed are drunk to and the lives of the departed are celebrated with copious amounts of alcohol - it's not quite the same thing as a "real" religious wake) for them. I'm not going to set anything on fire, but I am going to buy a cheap bottle of champagne, drink the champagne, and then probably for the sake of completeness, fall over and smash it against our concrete driveway. I am going to listen to cool tunes, drink cool tasting cocktails with alcohol in, I may even invite two or three friends over. Responsible friends obviously - this isn't technically MY house.
We'll have a "goodbye tinsley towers, we'll miss you" farewell party, and have a laugh and chill out and try not to get too sad, which may be easy or may not be. At least I have the fact that I get paid 2 days after the towers come down, to cheer me up.

It's not all doom and gloom though, really, despite the sadness and - by my standards at least - solemnity of this particular blog entry, because E.ON, who plenty of people would deem, as my dad says, "big bad bastards" have promised that where the two towers stood, they will build something to remember them by, or to commemorate them, (I'm trying to avoid thinking of where I've heard this before) something that the city can be proud of. The company has set aside £2 million for an art sculpture to be built, and its theme is "energy". Well something like the suggestion on the left seems ideal, the same size and shape, made out of nice latticed steel. I'm sure there are other suggestions out there, but this is the only one I've seen a picture of, and therefore in my tired state of mind, the best choice. It'll look nice on a winter's morning with the sun behind it, which as the motorway adjacent to the sculptures runs north, would be directly behind the new towers. Which I suppose would be good photography. When it comes to sunset.

So it isn't all sadness and sombre depressing funereal wallowing in despair or whatever, the towers have been part of Sheffield for a long time, longer than either of my parents, or this house, or even this road. It's only fair that they get some rest I suppose, and they're definitely going out with a bang.

Now I just need to figure out how to get two tripods, a samsung digicam, a nikon D200 and a couple of lenses to Kimberworth - the best vantage spot to watch the towers come down.
Hmm, I wonder if my brother is going along to watch them. It's on a sunday morning and he's lived in Sheffield all his life too - i'd be surprised if he doesn't go. Maybe that's an idea...

That's all :).

E.ON UK Press release detailing the planned destruction of the towers.
They wanted to turn the towers into art pieces.
The Sheffield Star: "Tinsley Towers demolition date revealed"
Some photos of the towers from the urban explorer forums
Artists disappointed at refusal to renovate the towers

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Watching and waiting...

21:02 - σ minus 38 minutes

I press the refresh button for the hundredth time, and relax as the updated number of bids stays at 1. But it's quiet, as they say. Too quiet.
Crappy and trite cliches aside, every now and again, ebay throws me a bone and gives me something I really want for much much less than it's worth. This happens only very rarely, admittedly, so it's pretty special when it does occur. And today, we have a Sigma 55-200mm AF Lens up for grabs. Current price is, let me see...
...99p.

Market value is between £80 and £125 depending on where you go.

Something is very wrong. Either I've missed the "this isn't really a lens" small print or no one actually wants this lens. With 39 minutes to go, this £125 lens is going for 99p, and despite the fact that all I can do if someone bids on it is to bid higher still, I'm watching it like a hawk, if only to convincce myself that I'm doing all I can to make it mine.

Interestingly enough, I'm not now going to "watch and wait" and edit this blog later, updating it every few hours like I did with some of my others, no. I'm going to keep this on my screen nice and secure, unpublished, until the auction is finished. Why? Because it would be a terrible cruel irony if someone read this and thought "hey a cheap lens on ebay!" and outbid me.

Not that that'd happen, but terrible irony is something life does well to me, so I'm keeping this here anyway :).

21:38 - σ minus 2 minutes

A last minute bidding frenzy has brought the price up to £10.51, a bit of a shock after 99p, but still ridiculously cheap for a lens...

21:43 - σ plus 3 minutes

Seems someone had the same idea as me. The price shot up from £10.51 to £26.00 before I won the lens. The bidding service that I have just been introduced to, EZsniper, performed admirably, winning both my test purchase (a 55mm circular polariser filter) and the lens without any intervention from me after the parameters had been set.
The software works pretty well. Put in the maximum amount of money you're willing to pay for an auction item, and the item number, and that's it.
Seriously (or "srsly" as the cats say).
Rather than putting down an early bid on an item and announcing to the world in a slurred idiotic voice "iiiiii waaaannnt thiiiiis iiiteeem tooooo" and therefore giving them the opportunity to totally blow your bids out of the water by outbidding you, forcing the item cost through the roof in the process, EZsniper witholds your bid until the very last minute, waiting quietly before springing into action at the very last second, placing your maximum bid seconds before the auction is due to close. If you've bid the highest, you've won the item. If you haven't, you don't have time to revise it or place a higher one. But, the beauty of bidding in the last few seconds, is that if you do place the highest bid, no other user has time to revise their bid either.
EZsniper isn't a free service, but it could be argued that it's worth it for the money it saves you, by removing the need to have to slog through hours of incremental bid, bidding, bidding higher, bidding higher still...

So what else have I been up to? Well, quite a lot really. Work has totally shot to hell to the point where it's become intolerable. But hey, rumour has it that the business is going down the tube soon anyway, so it seems that this situation will take care of itself.

Family has been a lot better. We decided to get together for a Barbecue, which was kinda cool :).
I woke up in mid afternoon on the day of the barbecue and looked outside - glorious sunshine, but no car outside. I walked through the house - no nephew, and no one else in. Bugger, they'd gone without me!!
I got my leathers on and got the bike fired up, had a nice ride over to my sister's house. Hmm, no missing parent's car there either.
Still, I managed to get parked up and say hi to my sis who was in fact in, and it seems that the family had left to do some shopping - without telling anyone.
Eventually though, my brother and his fiancee turn up, followed later by my parents and nephew, and we had a good old time.

We had the usual barbecue food - very clever temperature sensitive "readiburgers". Yes, apparently they're designed to shrink in size so that when they reach half their original diameter, you know they're thoroughly cooked. That must be it right? This has to be some clever marketing invention and not part of the folly of cooking frozen burgers?? Just imagine if you put a 12 inch pizza in the oven and 20 minutes later took out a 6 inch pizza. It's daft!

But we did have copious quantities of soft drinks, which served to keep us cool, and served to make my nephew a hyper loony, but a good day was had by all :).

I got a new phone as well - I was going to get an iphone but it seemed that my sister wanted it, and since my sister and I haven't argued for maybe 8 years, I didn't think it was worth falling out over a cellphone, no matter how sparkly the iphone was.

So I've got myself one of those LG chocolate thingies. One friend complaint it is a little effeminate for a mobile phone, but hey, it's a cellphone not a knuckle duster. It does the job nicely enough, it was pretty damn inexpensive, and it's got enough novelty value to keep me interested. It will even let me read my emails on the move, or it would if I could configure the damn thing properly.
But, it's not the only thing I've bought recently, no. Some new camera gear arrived. a Light tent and a cool remote control shutter thing. My room is swiftly turning into an aladdins cave for any photographer.
The light tent in particular is a clever piece of kit. Basically, it's a metal framed nylon cube. Put object inside, photograph object, and straight away you get rid of dodgy reflections .
Not that I wander around in the nip with my camera swinging from my... ...neck.


But hey, everything has its downside, and the problem with the light tent, photo tent, light cube, whatever the hell people call it, is that it comes in a bag about the size of a dinner plate (12 inches) across. Now obviously <---- that isn't dinner plate sized, no. You have to fold it into shape, which is NOT AN EASY THING to do until you get the hang of it, which I haven't done. You have to arse about, sprain your wrists, send nearby glass objects hurtling to oblivion and dent any nearby walls, trying to collapse the thing - which doesn't disassemble - small enough to fit back in the bag. But hey, it brings a grin to my easily amused mug when I manage it first time. Which is primarily why I don't smile a lot. In other news, I decided to clean my rather battered and dinted (yes, I replaced the case and yes it has since become battered and dinted so I need to do it again) , and I decided it needed some serious attention, so out came the autosol.

Don't use autosol to clean anything shiny folks, not unless you want a brushed metal finish on your ipods, cellphones, whatever. Fortunately I had some purpose made "ipod scratch repair" fluid (which I suspect is actually repackaged silver/brass polish at three times the price) left over, and I managed to use a tiny little bit of the now scratch repair paste to polish the pod back up :).

It's also been a fairly busy month where photography's concerned. Nick and I went to manchester again to do a day's shooting, and we had a generally good day. Admittedly the weather couldn't make up its mind and my D200 got soaked. Before I could wipe the water off the camera though, the sun came out and it evaporated. Yes, the weather was that fickle.

(Image reduced to one-third size for upload - how's THAT for high resolution! God I love my camera!) This's the sort of weather we had while we were there. It subdued the colours, right enough, but it made for quite a lot of atmosphere, which really made up for it. It changed frequently so the camera settings were all over the place, but hey, it's fun being out there and getting behind the camera. I even shot a few genuine 35mm negatives while I was there, will be interesting to see how those come out.

So hey, I'm gonna chill out, tidy my room, drink coke, and watch a few Zero Punctuation and Ranting Monkey reviews before having an early night, and daydreaming about the sparklyness of my new lens :).

Night :).

Oh, and if any of you wondered what "σ" is, it's just a letter of the greek alphabet :). "What letter?" you ask. that's easy. It's the letter Sigma. ;)

Night.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Down the sink...

I have committed a grave, grave sin...

Picture a pint of beer, cooling in a glass. Condensation forms on the outside as the bubbles fly gently towards the surface...
The working man's refuge, the epitome of relaxation, a nice cold pint of beer.

I poured it down the sink.
The whole thing.

The golden colour dilutes with the running water while the bubbles disappear down the hole.

Why? How could I do such a cruel and callous thing?
Why, when I'm already regretting such a thoughtless act, did I do it? What could possess me to commit such a crime?

Well, I went outside to look er at the sky, at 5:10am. The birds are singing, the sky is clearing and the weather is getting warmer already. And yet, I'm not in a position to enjoy it. Why? Becuase I used to equate "quality time off" with beer, oblivious to the fact that too much beer (seven cans in this case) doesn't make a night, it spoils it. Little point listening to the dawn chorus when it's an effort not to headbutt the wall on my way inside.

Perhaps in a few weeks I will look back on this in horror and think "how the hell did i dare to pour good beer away?". I'd rather thing that I'll look back and think "fair enough".

Fun is only fun until you stop enjoying it, and when the world starts spinning, that is when the beer has outstayed its welcome, and so, it is time for us to part company, the beer going one way, my mind going the other.

I suppose I'll go and get something to eat, a rustlers burger seems a good choice.
I spose I'll drink a load of water too..
Beer isn't all it's cracked up to be, and hopefully I'll remember this :).

Well, I'm off to grab some food, merrily singing "Still alive, backwards (yah, ya likes) as I get ready for bed :)

New camera gear coming soon, and hopefully a sparkly new iPhone too :D.

Night, and for all those straight edge people - stay straight edge :).

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Incredibly Tired...

...is how I'm feeling at the moment. My shins, knees, heels, elbows, shoulders and even my head - anything that normally takes a knocking - have all taken a knocking. I'm sore all over, I don't want to move, I'm ready for bed (at 21:38, abnormal for me!) and I get the feeling I'll be aching and sore tomorrow too.

I got woken up at 9am this morning having slept most of last night. My sister and my nephew had come to collect me for a day out with them, which was nice. We borrowed the sat nav, made our final preperations and off we went. Our destination? Twin Lakes adventure park in Leicestershire.
The journey was pretty uneventful, apart from when the sat nav dumped us in Melton Mowbray town center (a bloody jumbled mess of traffic lights and aggressive driving), proudly announcing as we sat at some traffic lights behind a potato transporter, that we had reached our destination.

A quick call home for a different postcode, and a little reprogramming later, and we were redirected out of the town through the countryside to where we were supposed to be.

So we got in, had a wander round, and generally got our bearings. There were a couple of small rollercoasters outside, which I steadfastly refused to go on (I don't like heights, and I don't like not-being in control of what happens to me). So my sis and nephew went on each of the coasters and then we set off up to the first building - a huge warehouse type building. We got in and had a look around, and what we saw was fantastic.

Picture a kid's indoor playcentre thing, you know, rope swings, ball pools, slides, rope bridges etc etc, you know the type.

Now make it ten times bigger, so it has four levels, one above the other. Give it five slides, the largest of which dominates the center of the thing. Above these slides, suspend five or six rope bridges at varying heights above the floor, give it everything - four or five ball pools, spinning panels in the floor, bungee rope traps (we'll return to these later), obstacles like narrow gaps to crawl through, or spinning rollers to force your way through, turn it, in short, into any playful kid's idea of heaven.

We spent two hours, crawling, climbing, sliding, dropping, vaulting, shouldering, rolling, running and hiding'n'seeking through that thing. We ran through it, around it, in it, outside it, dropping down huge slides, climbing the bridges etc etc, it was fantastic.

And the beauty of it is, that because kids have to be supervised while they're on it, it was open to all ages - a kid of seven or eight would plunge down a slide into a ball pool with a big grin and a yell, to be followed shortly by his dad in his thirties or forties, who has a big grin and a yell of his own. There were people from about 4 years to at a guess, 50 years on this thing, and every one of them was grinning like a cheshire cat, running round, having what amounted to a couple of hours of a second childhood! No sooner had we first encountered the "bungee rope trap" than a couple of lads, 17/18 maybe, fell foul of it, falling right through it and ending up suspended in varying orientations above the ground, held according to one of the pair, by some very uncomfortable parts. Further information (on the trap, not his parts) here:

The Bungee Rope Trap

The various levels of the "center" are connected by several features, be they rope bridges, slides, cargo nets or simple stairs. One such feature is what has been dubbed "The Bungee Rope Trap".

With the distance from the floor matting of one floor to that of the floor above it being approx 8 or 9 feet (close to 3 metres) and parts of each floor being approx the same span in width, a cube is defined in which there is a gap in the ceiling above the second floor, with the floor matting of the second floor being the base of the cube and the [gap in the] floor of the fourth floor being its top.

This gap is not completely empty however, at two foot intervals are strung a net of bungee ropes
, crossing horizontally from one side of the cube to the other, parallell to the floor. There are four such "nets", one above the other. These nets are strong enough to arrest any fall through them, and strong enough to entangle the falling individual. They are however, too elastic to be used as climbing aids or to bear any weight individually. As such, once an individual falls through the "trap" from top to bottom, they will usually become entangled, partially falling through some of the nets before being stopped by those below them. The individual will usually find themselves upside down, the body being heavier than the legs, tangled by the legs, ankles etc, and will usually find that as they cannot use the ropes to pull themselves upright again, escape is difficult.

Climbers will also attempt to climb from the base of the cube to its top - This is extremely difficult to the point that almost everyone who attempts it ends up in the situation described above, or gives up the attempt.

I fell foul of it, ending up dangling by my ankle, held above the ground, and only with some help was I able to get myself out of the situation. I couldn't untangle my ankle as my head and arms were seperated from it by one of the nets.
Still, at least I didn't get a quantity of bungee cord holding me off the floor by my nuts, though I did get giggled at by a couple of people on the third floor, directly in front of whom i was helplessly suspended upside down.

We ran ourselves ragged, I sweated buckets, you could literally feel the heat emnating from me, and my t-shirt was soaked, if only because I'd kept wiping my face with it.

So we went outside for a bit to chill out, and wound up looking through the little animal section. Friendly goats came up to demand food, a turkey wandered up to us, made a few strange noises, and wandered off again. A peacock preened itself in the rafters of one of the buildings and a donkey wandered up to the front of its enclosure for some attention.

The mice regarded us with goggly eyes and twitchy whiskers, the llamas stared at us in that stately disinterested but judgemental way that llamas seem to, and the chicks ran about hectically. It was great to see so many different types of animals.

Still, my sister and nephew managed to talk me into going on the coasters. One of them I ended up going on twice, which was cool. We also had a wander round and spent a little time on a nice outdoor thing with a few slides and suchlike.

We went to one of the other "areas" in a seperate building - this one was on three levels, and was like a compressed air version of laserquest. Tennis ball sized foam balls were the ammo, and on every level were banks of compressed air guns that fired these balls a reasonable distance. To keep the ammo on each level topped up, people on the ground floor would load a huge mortar with loads of balls and fire them into all the floors at once. A fountain type thing on the other side of the ground level did a similar thing, throwing out waves of balls to all the "players". Course my nephew didn't like the noise of the compressed air and left earlier, with me in tow. But not before I used "my" gun to bounce a ball off the head of a woman at the mortar, two floors below! Haha!

We had some food before going to the next attraction, a nice pirate themed boat ride thing. You sit down a few people to a raft and get propelled around a little circuit by the water current. On your way you see all sorts of things like a guy walking the plank, lots of treasure, a smuggler's cave, and two other creatures that I swear looked like (fake) dead cats. Bizarre, but nice.

We then went on a pedalo for a while, with me ending up going the wrong way round the course (no one was bothered), bringing along my sister and nephew in the back of the boat, for the ride. It was a nice relaxing (for them - it was exhausting for me!) ride though.

Back on dry land, after some time playing on the zip lines there, we went back to the adventure complex centre thingie, and spent another two hours climbing and sliding etc. We left thoroughly exhausted, and completely satisfied. A fantastic day out really, and at only £10 for admission (all rides and events are free), I'd recommend it to anyone who wants to be a kid again for a day.

Well, I know it kinda petered out towards the end, but I want to concentrate on being tired so, there you go. Have fun - you will if you go :).


Saturday, July 12, 2008

Yes, this one

I get home, I strip out of the stuffy formal shirt, tie and suit that I have on and change into my familiar t-shirt and trackies. Ahh, that's better.
Where have I been? I've just got back from the best photo session I've had so far.

My work have this do once a year, a summer ball as they prefer to call it. All the gents and ladies turn up at this posh place dressed in their best formal wear. The girls wear dresses and ball gowns, the guys wear suits, shirts and ties.

I kinda got hoodwinked into the whole idea. I had no intention of attending before tuesday, when my mate said "I've been talking to Andy, he'll do the photography for you". Of course, he hadn't, and it was the first I heard.
I'd steered clear of the whole social formal function. Ties, jackets, champagne? I do most of my drinking on public property for feck's sake, and all of a sudden I need to wear a suit and drink champagne?

Still as the days went past, it got better. I wouldn't be charged (£30 plus drinks) for my ticket or meal, I'd get in free as long as I did the photography.

So I got my stuff ready, got my shoes polished etc etc.

Today I got home, got my camera gear prepped, got my smart clothes on, and got out there.
We got there and after a boring time of waiting, I finally got set up in the right place. I started taking casuals, we started from there

And the night went on.
(this is ridiculous. I'm sat here surrounded by camera equipment in my casual t shirt, boxers, and my formal cotton socks or whatever they are looking like a damn fking idiot. I'll be back when I'm done listening to this tune. *big girls you are beautiful*....)

So.
I had a really cool time taking photos, you know, the official photographer for the entire event out of over 200 people. I strutted around like a red breasted f'king cockerel or whatever the term is, you know, a guy who isn't a showoff but who doesn't need to show off to be damn good :D.

I took over 160 photos this night, the official photographer for an event that included an award ceremony, a formal meal, a disco and a champagne reception. Did I drink champagne? yes I did. Is it good? No. It's like fizzy dry wine. It's only good trait is that it gets you drunk. Which was a bad trait seeing as how I needed to take lots of hi quality photos.

I had minestrone soup which was cool. It was followed by chicken in some kinda mushroom sauce. I grabbed a forkful of what I figured was spaghetti and shoved it into my mouth, where they turned out to be shittake mushrooms, which was cool. Chewy and vaguely unpleasant, but cool.
Obviously then I took the strawberries with the single mint leaf, the icing sugar, the cream and the raspberry coulis.
Well, I did when I wasn't busy taking photos.

Seriously though, I'm pleased with tonight. At work I'd always been a kinda grey face. I get on with it, get lost in the crowd etc etc. Here, and a fair few people will back me up on this. I came into my own. As Terry Pratchett said, being behind a camera gives you the moral authority to order any bunch of idiots about "you want to look good in this photo don't you?" - it's for their own good, right?

Tonight has been a resounding success. I made a few friends, impressed a lot of people including my boss's boss's boss, who took time out in the award ceremony to thank me for being there, to credit me for giving up my time, to the applause of 200 people. A good feeling. I think I managed to appear modest.

I'm really pleased with tonight. Admittedly I drank more than I should have, but not enough to cause me problems. I impressed a lot of people, and, AND, I did some of my best work.
Yes. Senior employee X and senior employee Y are now officially engaged, and I was able to take a photo of them. Yeah whatever.

Picture it though. An old historical building, light streaming through the windows illuminates the bubbles in their champagne glasses, their arms around each other, beaming smiles on their face.

Doesn't sound like a lot, I spose you had to be there. But it is some of my best work.

So yeah, now I'm off to clear my room, to clear my head, and to try and get myself ready for tomorrow's work shift.
As for the photo of the happy couple, well that's gonna be a wedding present. I think it will be nice.

But yeah, a damn good night.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

MOT Trouble

Well, I'm stood on our drive, the clouds, once scattered and few have got together for a party and seem to be filling the sky, and I think I know why: Because today is my MOT (annual vehicle safety/roadworthiness inspection) day.

Yep, after some work on the bike, I've sorted out a couple of problems, and I'm on my way to fix a couple more. Even as I speak, parrafin is dripping off my drive chain, taking with it that nasty muck and crap that seems to get all over the thing every time I take it out. I've already fixed the squeaking brakes, the dodgy idle, and one of the bar ends, but I can't help but feel that he's gonna come up with something to fail me on.

Still, it'll be nice to ride the bike either way, so there's that to look forward to, let's just hope that I can continue riding it once I've taken it there. Well, I'm off for a cup of coffee etc, will keep you updated.

14:02: Well, that was bizarre. I popped in to get a tool a while ago, with the clouds hanging ominously in the sky. I was inside for about 2 minutes, and when I came out, I swear there was almost not a cloud to be seen -the sun was absolutely beaming down.

The clouds are back with a vengeance now though, but I'm nearly ready to go. I'm due up the MOT station in about 55 minutes, and I have to admit, not only have I not been on the bike for a while, but I haven't had an mot for 12 months either. I've not been this nervous since tuesday when I went into hospital.

Still, let's see how we go, eh? :).

14:10: And the rain has started - only light at the mo but those clouds are very dark grey :(.

14:15 - that didn't take long, the light spotting has turned into a downpour, complete with the first thunder of the year!! I swear the world revolves around me, as soon as I plan to go out, the heavens themselves move in response! :(.

Still, I've ridden through worse, but I haven't ridden for a long time!

14:39 - Well the thunder and rain have gone and the roads are drying out - it's time for me to go now, and I admit, I'm incredibly nervous. My leathers, designed to protect me and keep me safe, feel more like they're crushing me, keeping me from being able to escape - tis a weird feeling. Still best get going!

22:03 - Okay. So. The thunder carried on a while after it stopped raining, but before long the sun was out again and the roads had already begun to dry. By the time I was out on the road, the roads were damp, but patches of dry tarmac were appearing and growing as the sun returned.

Strictly speaking, I had an uneventful ride to the test center, though from my point of view it was like being a kid again, on some great adventure. The bike sounds better and feels more powerful than it used to, the roar from the airbox is awesome and makes the bike sound much meatier, with the screaming from the exhausts and the really seductive growl from under the tank, it was hard to resist breaking into a huge grin on the way there. Or it would have been hard to resist if I had tried.

While waiting for the bike to be tested, I went to the local store to grab a can of coke - getting distracted by the post office onsite, i went over to learn that I can't tax my bike there, but I can do it at the one down the road. Thanking them, I walked out of the shop to realise that one of my hands still had the can of coke in it! Red-faced, I scurried back in to pay for it and tried not to look to see if anyone had noticed my accidental shoplifting.

Finally time came for my bike to get MOT'd. It was pretty uneventful as he took it through the checks. The front brake came out okay on the rolling road, more powerful than ever since I swapped out the master cylinder with one from a Mille. The Mille's a much more powerful heavier bike, so the cylinder is designed to have greater stopping power than the little one I used to have (which some muppet previous owner swapped over from an RS125, something that weighed less and made less power!!!).
He rolled the rear wheel onto the rolling-road-brake-tester-thingy and as he applies the brake, the "brake power o-meter" or whatever it's called reads the power from the back brake.

All of a sudden, there's a metallic crack-ping, as something on my bike shatters, sending pieces of metal across the workshop floor. Behind the mechanic's foot (still on the now-very-depressed rear brake pedal), a severed brake line drips brake fluid onto my still-spinning rear wheel.

He gets off the bike and we have a closer look - the fixing that holds the steel brake line to the brake caliper, has shattered. The line has become completely detached from the caliper and it's dripping the last little bit of brake fluid onto the floor. In short, my rear brake fixing literally exploded under the pressure.
The problem was that the fixings on the line were not steel, they were aluminium. Aluminium corrodes in exactly the same way that steel does not, and when it corrodes apparently the fixings split. This one had evidently split with enough force to send bits of it everywhere.

Still, he made me up a new line, with steel fixings this time, and testing it again, my bike scored a successful pass. As opposed to a successful fail, or a non-successful pass. Whatever.

I ended up taxing my bike at the post office about 5 minutes before they were due to close, then went on a little zoom round town in the now bright and sunny weather.
All in all, a good day :).
Thanks for reading, see you soon.