One Man's Notes

4pm lunch

Keep orf

Tent shoe

Shoreham-by-sea Farmers Market

The conference attendee’s friend

To the beach!

Smurfy!

Swung by the anti-cuts demo happening in London earlier, to do a post for OM&HB. What really struck me on the way back to the office was how much stuff was just being discarded into the street as the protest went by. It reminded me a little of the way that avalanches shed rocks and other debris…

Slightly ironically, given the nature of the protests, there were a bunch of public sector workers right behind the demo, doing their best to clear it up as they went:

That said, some signs of the protest’s passing will take a little bit more effort to remove:

Surprisingly good…

Hello Hippo

via www.youtube.com

I'm a sucker for anything Pixar do.

I love Scotland (having grown up there).

Red heads rock (see: my wife and Amy Pond, amongst others)

Thus, this film will probably win my approval. :)

Had a rough weekend for reasons I'll blog about when I can bring myself to do so. In the meantime, here's some backlog blogging from my trip to Germany a few weeks ago.

Spotted this in a German bookshop in Kassel. It was the special British section of the bookshop: tea, shortcakes and the royals. Really? That's how they see us? Gosh. That would be like us stereotyping them with beer, suasages and lederhosen. And that never happens, right?

Spotted outside a mobile phone ("handy" to the Germans - a word they think comes from us) shop. Classy stuff, huh? :-)

Oh, and I was rather jealous of these little screens they have on their trains (which really do run on time).  They were a significantly more pleasurable experience to travel on than their British counterparts - possibly because virtually no-one seems to use them…

Doctorin' the desk

Hey, Dad. 

It's been 10 years now since you and I celebrated a father's day together. I wish you were here to celebrate this one. It would be great. You'd be a grandad, doing your level best to spoil my nephew rotten. We'd have lunch, laugh, potter on the beach, and you'd fall asleep on the sofa, as you so often did.

But no, you're not here for that. Cancer took you from us 10 years ago, nearly. 

I still miss you, you know. I still want to pick up the phone to tell you my news, or ask for advice. I still want to show you Shoreham and the beach, and talk to you about holidays and work and other things.

You know, if I make it to the age you were when you died, I'll have lived over half my life without you. I've already been without you for a quarter of my life. But for all your grumpiness and short-temper, for all the things you never did and now never will understand about me, for all the arguments we had through my teenage years, I miss you. You helped define me, define my life and define the man I am.

And for that, I will ever be gratefull.

Happy Father's Day, pops.

Dr T’s winnings…

We know how to party on Saturday night…

Walnuts (Pickled)

Fruit harvest

via www.postmodernbarney.com

Never have a couple of characters from Doctor Who deserved a spin off series more than these two.

The reputable journalist Lizo Mzimba has reported the following:

There will not be a full series of Dr Who in 2012! BBC confirms that BBC One Controller said this earlier today.

via www.combom.co.uk

Commence panic and fez-wearing now.

It grows…

Entertainment on a rainy Sunday

via Project Rooftop

One for the comics fans. Lovely set of New Mutants redesigns. I like that the female designs are sexy without being too revealing or impractical (by superhero standards, anyway) and that it's a bloke in the most revealing costume…