Wednesday, 30 May 2007

A Mention

I feel privileged today.

My favourite blogger (the fantastic Diamond Geezer) has published a link to my blog.

OK, so it's only one among 200 links, but maybe I'll get some new visitors. I've just checked my referrals and so far, just 2 hours after Geezer's post, no-one's visited from his site. Current number of visitors is 6,899.

I'll check again at regular intervals and we'll see what happens...

Edit: If you DO arrive here from Diamond Geezer and you live in south-east England, I would encourage you to visit my other blog (click it, go on, then come back here) and then buy tickets to see Whose Life Is It Anyway? at the Rhoda McGaw Theatre, Woking, next week. The guys and girls in the show are fantastic, they've been working incredibly hard and they really, REALLY deserve an audience.

Edit2: 6.30pm. That's about 9 hours later. 17 visitors since I last checked. And 4 of them appear to have arrived from DG. And one even left a comment! Thanks Jon.

Monday, 21 May 2007

Soaked

Well - I did it. Again. The London Bridges Bike Ride, that is.

Sorry that it's taken me a week to write about it, but (as usual) it's been hectic here!

So, we (me, David, Sally and Becks, Sally's daughter) set off from City Hall at around 10am. Four hours later (though only 3hrs 20mins of cycling time) we arrived at Hurst Park. There's a map of the route at my Sanoodi page.

Despite the lack of training, we finished somewhat faster than last year. Probably because instead of being sunny and warm, it was very rainy and cold, so we weren't inclined to sit still for too long.

Despite the foul weather, this was, again, a most enjoyable ride. I sensibly remembered to wear contact lenses, rather than my usual glasses, so the rain didn't prevent me from seeing where I was going. This, I now realise, is the main reason why I hate wet weather so much. I should wear my contacts more often!

There are some incredibly flattering pictures over at David's website here.

And if you still want to sponsor us, you can click the link at the top of this entry, or the pretty graph over on the right.

There's a 55-mile ride around Hampshire in September in aid of "Make-A-Wish". When the memory of the aches has disappeared, I'm sure we'll be applying for it - and this time we'd better train!

Thursday, 17 May 2007

Argh!

Blimey. How much do I rely on my PC at home? Quite a lot, it turns out.

It started behaving abnormally and crashing the other day. Looked like a problem with either Windows XP or with the disk. So I tried repairing XP, which failed because the disk was having problems, leaving my installation ever so slightly knackered.

So, I had to try re-installing XP from scratch. Luckily I managed to keep it up long enough (stop it!) to back it up, but the re-install failed as the system disk was unable to format. Kaput!

Righty-ho. Off to PC world today to buy a new disk. Mission accomplished! And I found a 400Gb external USB2.0 hard drive for £85. Now that's a bargain.

So now I'm looking forward to endless hours re-installing Windows (again) and all the network (and IDE and AGP and CPU and video) drivers, and downloading all the service packs and patches and re-installing all my software and then restoring all my (our!) data.

God, I hope that backup worked...

Wednesday, 16 May 2007

Hubba

Now look at this story:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/6662213.stm

This is disturbing on many levels: that an infant can be granted a gun license, even though "Illinois gun laws are said to be among the strictest in the US", is just the tip of the iceberg.

In fact, kudos to the kid's father for following the legal niceties and ensuring that the kid won't actaully get to play with his weapon until he's 14 [snigger!].

No. The really disturbing, nay, horrifying, fact in this story is this:

The kid is called "Bubba".

I had always assumed that "Bubba" was a nickname, endemic to a certain strata of American society, and granted only to those men who have demonstrated that they deserve the moniker.

In my mind, this is how the "Bubba test" works:

First, you have to be born in the South somewhere. My knowledge of US geography is poor, but I do know that Illinois is not famous for mint juleps, crinolene dresses and lynchings.

Next, I reckon you need to have spent at least half your childhood bunking-off school to drive around in a battered blue pickup truck, knocking over mailboxes with your baseball bat. Unless you're the driver; in which case you get to drive along with a beer in your hand, another between your legs and a third in your hat. The hat, of course, has a curly transparent straw which allows you to drink the beer like a caged hamster.

Finally, after a night spent cow-tipping you fail your high-school exams and end up as a janitor in a pool hall.

Only then have you earned the right to call yourself "Bubba".

Of course, I could be wrong about all this. Perhaps it's a name with a long and distinguished history:

Abraham "Bubba" Lincoln.
Benjamin "Bubba" Franklin.
Martin Luther "Bubba" King Jr.

The truth is out there...

Thursday, 10 May 2007

On Me Bike

I just realised that I promised regular updates about my training schedule for the London Bridges Bike Ride.

Hmmm... Well. "Training" would be the wrong word for it.

More like "irregular jaunts around the Hampshire/Surrey borders" would be more accurate.

On the negative side, I haven't done anywhere near enough miles to be able to complete my ride comfortably. I therefore expect to be very sore on Monday morning!

On the positive side, I've discovered some lovely countryside on my doorstep, which has encouraged me to get out on my bike more throughout the summer.

On the double-positive side, I've done more training than Cyclopathic Dave. Now he's really going to be sore!