From the monthly archives: August 2008

London 2012 – The Comedy Games

On August 27 2008 · 5 Comments · In Diary

I find myself torn between patriotic pride at the crapness of the London 2012 performance at the Beijing Olympics handover ceremony, and shame at the crapness of the English performance at the Beijing Olympics handover ceremony. But I actually feel more pride, and it’s the Chinese I have to thank.

Looking at it, it was [...]

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Bitch bitch bitch ah I’ll be home again then

On August 26 2008 · Leave a Comment · In Diary

[This blog entry deleted. It contained a lot of complaining, not much humour. I read it again and bored myself half to death.]

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Ubuntu desktop with Firefox 3

Weekend project

On August 24 2008 · 2 Comments · In Diary

Old computers can end up becoming little better than oversized paperweights – an old desktop in my room needs to be wiped and then given to a recycling company, and I’m now on my third laptop. I had been waiting for a while to try out Ubuntu, a Linux-based operating system which provides [...]

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Speaking Freely

On August 18 2008 · 4 Comments · In Diary

“I’ve been trying out this new service called SpinVox and it’s something that Steven Frye just blogged(?) about on his blog. It’s quite incredible. You basically speak into the phone and some sort of voice recognition software works out the saying and turns it into text. It’s really quite impressive. So I blame another reason [...]

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Put away those questions and sniff my butt

On August 16 2008 · Leave a Comment · In Diary

Job hunting is an imperfect process to say the least. An hour, maybe two, one interview, maybe two, and the panel is supposed to have worked out if you’re suitable for the job, qualified, and not a nutter who will turn up to work wearing only a duvet, throw staplers at people and swig bottles of vodka [...]

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Shopkeepers of the world unite

On August 15 2008 · 1 Comment · In Cambodia, Diary

I drove mum to Weeley today to do a funeral. Weeley is a village in Essex. There’s a crematorium, and a pub, and nothing else but houses. Well, there was an old guy wandering around wearing only shorts. In that respect, it was like Cambodia, but only in the old-guy-wearing-only-shorts respect, because I came to the [...]

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