Dumbed down

Out of interest, in gymnastics when did the asymmetric bars become called the “uneven bars” ? (After all, technically they’re very even – there aren’t any lateral flaws in either bar, are there?)

Was it decided that too many people wouldn’t know what asymmetric meant?

And if that’s the case, why aren’t the parallel bars now known as the “even bars” ?


The man is a god

Charlie Brooker spouts forth about the London Olympics in comparison to the Beijing Olympics.

Yet even as my eyes took delight in the colour and magic, my spirits sank. I’m no patriot, but I feared for our national pride come the 2012 London Olympics. How the hell are we going to top a display like that?

Our plans currently consist of six roman candles, Bernie Clifton riding his ostrich, and some Britain’s Got Talent prick-a-ma-boob beatboxing on a trampoline. It would be less shameful if we all marched into the arena one by one, dropped our trousers, yanked our bumcheeks apart and let the entire globe gaze right up our apertures for an hour, while the Kaiser Chiefs perform their latest single in the background.

If nothing else, it would give the rest of the planet something to think about.They’d never mess with us again, that’s for damn sure.

© Charlie Brooker/Guardian Newspapers 2008

I’ll be back in a bit – I just have to get Sprite out of my sinuses.


Spam Stocks

Over the last few week or so, I’ve been getting a load of spam mail about some dodgy oil stock or other. Of course, that’s about as much attention as I ever pay to them, but still, it makes me wonder sometimes.

Now I know that the entire idea of spam is that the actual cost of the advertising is pretty negligible, so the spammer can send out millions of emails for mere pence/cents, and so really it only takes one person to respond and buy in order for the spammer to make a profit. But really, how many people are still stupid enough to think “Oh, I’ve been recommended this stock by a spam email, so yes, I’m going to go out and buy as many shares in it as possible“?

I can’t imagine it happening. After all, spam’s been around for so long, you’d think that there couldn’t be anyone still around who was prepared to go for anything offered by spam methods. Then again, you still see people getting stung by the entire “$50m in a Nigerian bank” scams too, so I guess it must be true, that there really is one born every minute…


Delayed [Update]

Following on from yesterday’s post and my further comments about it in the same post, I had a look at the distances involved etc. today.

[Mr X] drove for no less than five and a half miles on the wrong side of the A14. At 6am. Now that takes some dedication – or at least dedicated stupidity.

In my opinion, it’s actually pretty hard (and particularly on the section of road in question) to get on to the wrong side of the dual carriageway. Even the roundabout turnoff to get on the off sliproad (in order to get on to the wrong carriageway) would involve an extremely sharp angle off the roundabout – unless you go down the proper ‘on ramp’ sliproad, then decide to do a bloody great U-turn to get on and go the wrong way. Either way, it’s (again) a pretty dedicated manoeuvre.

Looking at the site of the accident this morning, it’s also interesting (in an academic way) to see that there was only one set of skid-marks on the road – and that they were leading up to the crash site by the truck that was going the correct way up the road.

I’m no expert on these things – and make no claim to be – but all the same, the entire incident smacks to me of some pretty major dedication to the cause of driving on the wrong side of the road.

Mind you,in mitigation there’s also this twunt from yesterday’s news who did the same kind of thing having decided he wasn’t going to pay a toll at the Severn Road Bridge. At that point, words fail me.


Slashdot and Backups

Sometimes Slashdot makes me laugh. More to the point, the commenters make me laugh.

In this case, the discussion about security of online data (and what happens when a company that has all your data only accessible online – think Google Docs, for instance) started off talking about backups, and rapidly went this way…

  • Redundancy, redundancy, redundancy
    • Redundancy, redundancy, off-site redundancy
      There, fixed that for you. Backups aren’t worth a damn if the building is blown up.
      • Redundancy, redundancy, off-planet redundancy
        There, fixed that for you. Backups aren’t worth a damn if the planet gets blown up by space aliens.

Intelligent post, more intelligent/relevant post, silly post.

Love it.


Bah Humbug

Bah, fucking humbugAlready, it’s apparently time for the first sign of the oncoming Festering Season™. Oh goody, I hear you cry.

The new season of ITV’s X-Factor starts on Saturday – and the hype is already starting.

And why is it a sign of the Festering Season? Because it normally ends roughly 7-10 days before December 25th, thus ensuring the Christmas Single is (yet again) going to be by some eminently forgettable twat. Or – for a change – it might be some longer-running eminently forgettable twat. You never know.


Basic Rules

This morning, Motley Fool emailed me about a new story on their site, “How to stop falling into arrears [on your mortgage]”.

It’s not a bad article, but to me point one on anything about “How to not fall behind on your mortgage payments” should be just

1. Make your mortgage payment on time. Pretty much all the others can wait a bit, or a payment plan can be organised if you’re in schtuck. But for Christ’s sake, keep the roof over your head.
(Note : Rule 1a would be just “Make sure you pay everyone on time”)

In business, the rule should be

1. Always, always, always make sure you pay HMCE (both tax and VAT now come under this title). Everyone else comes second to HMCE.

To me, if you keep those rules in place then the rest is (in comparison) easy going.


Beijing

Beijing Olympics logoAs you may have noticed, today is the start of the Beijing Olympics.

Do I care? No, not a bit of it.
Will I be watching it? No, most likely not. I might catch a couple of bits if they’re on, but the odds are, no.

And as for the opening ceremony, I can’t think of anything on TV (yes, even East-bloody-Enders) where I would rather watch the ceremony. Nothing at all.

Still, seventeen days and it’ll all be over – fine with me.


How not to promote your company

Sales email received this morning:

To celibrate 5 years of being on the internet we have decided to offer every regisered customer 10% discount off there next order!

Impressive, three spelling errors in 23 words. That’s a 9% error rate!


Smothered

There’s a single out at the moment by (I think) Jordan Sparks. It starts off with the lyrics

If I die before I wake,
It’s ’cause you took my breath away

Now surely that’s actually murder? If she’s sleeping, and someone’s taken her breath away?

Or am I missing something?


Changing Broadband – Part Two

According to an email I’ve just received, the broadband at home is now running on Tiscali rather than BT.

Of course, I’m working in Essex today, so won’t know if it’s actually worked until I get home tonight and get it all set up. All the same, fingers crossed that it’s all worked smoothly, so I don’t have to spend time tonight swearing at connections etc.

I’m vaguely optimistic – but at the same time, I’m fully expecting to get home and have no broadband at all. I’m cynical like that.

So we’ll just have to see what works, and whether everything’s set up or not. You may (or, of course, may not) hear more about this tonight, depending on ye olde connectivity.


Stopping Cycles

What’s wrong with this picture?

Whats wrong with this picture?

Yep, a barrier to stop people cycling – right next to a wide-open space, with nothing to stop people just cycling onto that instead.

Genius.


Now that’s what I call old

Ways to make me feel old:

I’ve just seen an advert for Now That’s What I Call Music 70. Yes, fucking seventy.
I actually had NTWICM 1 and 2. So seeing it come to #70, yeah, that’s pretty certain to make me feel old.


Delayed Construction

Today, the BBC is making some kind of big story out of the fact that the new visitor centre at the top of Mount Snowdon is going to be delayed until next year. The reason? There’s been a lot of bad weather while they’re building the thing.

The authority said progress on the scheme had been “remarkable” considering the conditions, including snow, heavy rain and winds regularly gusting over 80 mph.

Now my problem with this is simple – surely all the bad weather detailed above is exactly what you’d expect when you’re on the top of a mountain that’s some 3,560ft (nearly 1,100m) above sea level. What the fuck did they expect on a mountain top in Wales? Perfect sunny weather for two years?

So I just don’t see why it’s such a big thing – it would be far more newsworthy if the thing had been opened on time. In fact, it would be far more newsworthy if Carillion, the contractors, had actually planned the project and timescales correctly in the first place. Common sense, competence and professionalism breaks out? That’s a story that would be front page news at the moment.


National vs. Local

Way back in May, Gert left a comment on a post I’d written about local elections.

And why on earth should national and international factors matter in local elections? Or are you saying people are too thick to understand democracy…which is a rather patronising view?

Now, at the time I wasn’t saying that at all. But when I look at certain politics stories, it’s certainly true that both the media and the various political parties do connect national and local politics in local elections.

You only have to look at yesterday’s stories about Gordon Brown postponing the 2p fuel duty rise – “The planned 2p fuel duty rise is postponed – but Gordon Brown denies the move is linked to next week’s by-election.” (the BBC’s summary paragraph)

And in last week’s by-election win by David Davis, the story carried a quote of “Mr Davis said: ‘We have fired a shot across the bows of Gordon Brown’s arrogant, arbitrary and authoritarian government.’”

So yes, it certainly seems like there’s plenty of people who do connect up national and local elections and politics.


Knock-Off Nigel

Out of interest, how is this supposed to make anyone decide to not download films?

The logic behind some adverts just leaves me utterly bemused…


Non-suspicious?

There’s something about this story that’s just bizarre.

A man – the last resident of a block destined for redevelopment – is found in his house beheaded by a chainsaw. And the police say it’s “non-suspicious”.

Now it’s obvious that I read far too many crime/thriller type novels, but the entire thing just sounds dodgy as shit to me. If nothing else, it’s an impressive way to kill yourself – using a chainsaw to behead yourself.

Still, as I’ve said before, I’ve just got a cynical mind.


Independence Day

It’s July 4th, Independence Day for the US.

And in light of that, I bring to your attention the following document, which I just love…

Subject: NOTICE OF REVOCATION OF INDEPENDENCE
To the citizens of the United States of America,
In the light of your failure to distinguish between the scientific method and imaginary invisible friends in the sky, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today.

Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories. Except Utah, which she does not fancy. Your new prime minister (The rt. hon. Gordon Brown, MP for the 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world outside your borders) will appoint a minister for America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.

To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

  1. You should look up “revocation” in the Oxford English Dictionary. Then look up “aluminium”. Check the pronunciation guide. You will be amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.
    Generally, you should raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. Look up “vocabulary”. Using the same twenty seven words interspersed with filler noises such as “like” and “you know” is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. Look up “interspersed”.
  2. There is no such thing as “US English”. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf.
  3. You should learn to distinguish the English and Australian accents. It really isn’t that hard.
  4. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as the good guys.
  5. You should relearn your original national anthem, “God Save The Queen”, but only after fully carrying out task 1. We would not want you to get confused and give up half way through.
  6. You should stop playing American “football”. There is only one kind of football. What you refer to as American “football” is not a very good game. The 2.15% of you who are aware that there is a world outside your borders may have noticed that no one else plays “American” football. You will no longer be allowed to play it, and should instead play proper football.
    Initially, it would be best if you played with the girls. It is a difficult game. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which is similar to American “football”, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like nancies). We are hoping to get together at least a US rugby sevens side by 2011.
  7. You should declare war on Quebec and France, using nuclear weapons if they give you any merde. The 98.85% of you who were not aware that there is a world outside your borders should count yourselves lucky. The Russians have never been the bad guys. “Merde” is French for “shit”.
  8. July 4th is no longer a public holiday. December 1st will be a new national holiday, but only in England. It will be called “Indecisive Day”.
  9. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and it is for your own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean.
  10. Please tell us who killed JFK. It’s been driving us crazy.

Thank you for your cooperation.

The government of the United Kingdom.

I can’t claim responsibility for this – someone else wrote it (no idea who, either) and it made me laugh. And it just seemed apt to bring it here today. Enjoy.


Extreme Kayaking

Taking a kayak down a 120ft waterfall?

I’ll pass, thanks.


Neat(ish) New Spam

Now that my email server is back in the land of the living, I’ve received a bundle of delayed emails, which included two copies of a neat new “phishing” spam email. Not a banking one for once, but instead they’re doing some social engineering stuff, and it looks like this…

Tax Refund: You are eligible to receive a tax refund of Ј252.80
After the last annual calculations of your fiscal activity we have determined that you are eligible to receive a tax refund of Ј252.80.
Please submit the tax refund request and allow us 15-30 days in order to process it.

ATENTION: Insufficient or incorrect information may lenghten the whole process. Usually does not take more than one week from the date you have provided us with your details. In some cases (especially submitted by those without permanent National Insurance Number) this may take considerably longer.

You have 48 hours to complete your tax refund claim. To access the secure form for your tax refund, please click here [link deleted, for obvious reasons]

The link address is to some ropy domain callled mail.betreuungsverein-aachen.de which kind of gives the game away (if the J instead of a £ character, and mis-spelling of ‘ATTENTION’ hadn’t flagged it up already) but I can imagine that a fair number of idiots will click on the link for the prize of £250ish. Idiot Tax ahoy!


BT’s Wonderful Anti-Spam Measures

I got an email from BT this morning…

Urgent- BT is making some changes to its email service. Emails you send from alternate BT Yahoo! Mail addresses may be blocked. (Additional comment from me: It’s not just from alternate Yahoo! Mail addresses – it’s anything except your default BT Yahoo email name)

Dear Customer,
We’re upgrading the security of your BT Yahoo! Mail account to help prevent identity fraud and spam.
These enhancements will help protect you from ‘spoofing’ – when people use alternate addresses to disguise an email’s real sender, possibly to commit fraud.

Making the improvements work
For the security improvements to work, we need you to take a few minutes now to verify each of the alternate email addresses you use in BT Yahoo! Mail. This will confirm that these email addresses are genuine. If you don’t verify your alternate BT Yahoo! Mail addresses, you may get an Error 553 message and have difficulty sending emails.

Please verify addresses now to avoid blocking of your outgoing emails.

Simply follow the step-by-step instructions at www.btyahoo.com/verify. You won’t be asked for any personal information, but you’ll need to log in to your account to make the changes.

We’re committed to helping you get the most from your award-winning BT Yahoo! Mail. The changes we’ve made will help reduce spam on the network and improve your enjoyment of the service. We hope this doesn’t cause any inconvenience and appreciate your co-operation.

Kind regards,

BT Total Broadband team

Please note that this is an automatically generated email for your information only. Unfortunately we cannot respond to ‘replies’ to this address.

Of course, this would have been much more useful if they’d sent it back in March, when they actually did the work, and fucked up my email so badly I had to set up my own SMTP server instead. As it stands, we’re two-plus months down the line, and all this does is make BT look like the bunch of contemptuous customer-hostile fuckwit bastards they truly are.

Even better, I can’t even reply to that email and tell them what tossers they are.

Customer Service as it should never ever be done…


Your Oil Dollars At Work

So, this is one of the projects that we’ll be paying for by paying for petrol. A skyscraper that rotates, and constantly changes shape.

The plans have been revealed, and it would be situated in Dubai – with the possibility of a similar one in Moscow.

And while I’d have my reservations about living in it, it does look seriously cool…


Joan Rivers in Sweary “Shocker”

Quite why anyone would put Joan Rivers on a live show is beyond me, with her reputation for swearing and so on. But ITV’s “Loose Women” did so – not even a delay in which to put a bleep in – although Rivers thought there was a bleep system in place.

And Lo, she swears, and then gets her section cut short.

All told, though – very funny.


Litrucy

Is it better to be worried, or just depressed, when you get an email from an IT agency with the subject line…

Great Oppertunity!


Laser-driven Topography

There’s an interesting thing on the BBC today about using a laser radar from a plan to map the topography of the United Kingdom. One aspect of this work is to estimate which parts of the country are most liable to flooding.

However, one quote from the piece amused me.

“During our flight, he told me: “The difference between an area flooding and not flooding is 6ins and the data we are gathering here has an accuracy in elevation of about 15cm. That could be the difference between the water flowing over the threshold of somebody’s doorstep and not.”

© BBC 2008

Now I’m pretty sure that 6in is the same as 15cm. The change in measurement is enough to screw things up on occasion (See the Mars Lander with Beagle II on it for a perfect example) but this one is quite funny all the same.


“Scarecrow” by Matthew Reilly

While we were on holiday, I ran out of things to read – quite a shock to the system, it has to be said. Fortunately (and I use the term in its loosest possible sense) the place we were staying had some books as well. Unfortunately, the one I chose to read (as per the title of the post) was Matthew Reilly’s “Scarecrow“.

Oh. My. God.

If I’m being polite, I’d say that it managed to redefine my limits of “Worst book I’ve ever read”. I could even say that it managed the previously unheard-of achievement of making “The Da Vinci Code” look well-written and intelligent.

If I’m going back to being Lyle, I’d just say that it’s easily the biggest piece of shit it’s ever been my misfortune to set eyes on. It’s fucking awful. (And yes, I did finish the bloody thing. I’m really bad at admitting defeat with a book, even if it does suck the balls of dead donkeys)

You can see that Reilly really wants this book to be a film – it’s written in that style, and even adds emphasis and italics (and exclamation marks) to the bits you can tell he thinks would make good action scenes. However, even Michael Bay would decide that it’s fucking awful, and would make a rubbish film – and he’s the one who gave us “The Rock” and “Bad Boys, for fuck’s sake. Scarecrow really is that bad.

I don’t mind the odd thriller cliché – the last minute escape, for example. But Scarecrow managed to have about eight or nine of these last-minute “He just managed to jump out of the speeding truck in time” things – one is OK, two stretches credibility, but eight just makes you think “Oh for christ’s sake, get another idea. PLEASE.”. Or words to that effect.

All told, it was an execrable pile of festering donkey-shit. I hope to never read another book by the same author, even in times of desperation. If I wanted donkey-shit masquerading as fiction, I’d rather read the Daily Mail next time.


Anti-Spam

Over the last couple of weeks, I’d started receiving a significant (well, more than previously) amount of spam through the contact form on one of my sites. (the photography one, not that anyone cares)

As a result, I added in a small dollop of anti-spam input on the form – I’ve done this on several forms over the years, and it’s never caused me any problems. It’s probably now only about ten to twenty minutes work (including testing the entire thing) so it’s no hassle – and every time I wonder why I didn’t just put the damn thing in place when I created the original, rather than slamming it in as an afterthought.

In short, I just never remember. And in some cases that’s fine – some forms just never seem to get hit in the first place, whereas others pop up fairly quickly and get hit by spammers. It’s all very odd.

I know I should just put it in with anti-spam by default. It’s just I never remember.

Then again, on one particular form I did for a client, I added in a whole bundle of anti-spam features including the ability to ‘blacklist’ the IP and poster-name/email automatically by clicking on a link in the forwarded message – and that client never makes use of the features. I know for a fact that they get a whole bundle of spam through it – and I do on occasion run through and block a whole load of the IPs for them myself – but it seems equally bizarre for people to not even make use of the tools they’ve been given.


Taking my Name in Vain

I promise, no matter how much it sounds like me, this piece on ‘The Daily WTF’ is not me.

Honest.

I never did care about team-building, or winning a game of Laser-Tag…


Parking a BMW

[Note: This is one of those posts I’ve kept on meaning to write, and it’s been lagging in my brain for about a month now]

As regular readers (Assuming there are any, still) of D4D™ will know, I’m really not a great fan of BMW users. OK, let’s be honest, I think that the massive majority (roughly 99.5% of ’em) of BMW owners are total dickheads. Those rare few BMW owners who aren’t complete tosswads? Exceptions to the rule, that’s it. You’ll also note that I tend to not refer to them as “drivers”. (“Arseholes” or “Wankers” is a far more probably piece of terminology)

One of the people in my current office is – you’ve guessed it – a BMW user. Every day – every day he rolls up in the carpark, and plonks his (small) BMW slap-bang over the separating line, so his car takes up two spaces, with half a car’s-width of space either side. It’s completely intentional – I don’t know why he does it, but he does it every day.

Thankfully, the car-park isn’t short of spaces, so this cock’s behaviour doesn’t actually inconvenience people for the most part. But it’s just so indicative of BMW owners, like their cars are something special, and should be treated differently from all others.

And in fairness, I do treat it differently to the other cars. Because I really want to key it, to scratch the shit out of this bell-end’s oh-so-previous paintwork. And I never feel like that about cars. Except for this one.


Communications Database

The BBC are today reporting a plan by the government to store every phone call and email in a database. Hell, even communist russia couldn’t manage to record everything – talk about totalitarian crap. But I must admit that the entire database concept both fascinates and annoys me simultaneously.

First, how long will it take to set up something like this? (Bearing in mind we’re working on Government-time, rather than anything sane) Let’s not forget that the NHS ‘national database’ won’t be completed ’til at least 2014, having already been in development for a fair number of years.

Secondly, how will the data be collected? Would I have to register my home-based SMTP server as something that could be indexed by the database? Or is it a case that all email traffic would just be collected by the ISPs? What about spam? Will the database be recording that as well? What about text messages? Will they be stored? If not, why not? And with the incidence of pay as you go mobile phones for calls etc., how would you trace them to the right person. I suspect there’d be a lot of phones registered in the name Michael Mouse, or Donald Duck, for example.

Then there’s the entire issue of data protection – and even of how long the data will be kept. Twelve months? Twenty-four? Sixty? Considering the data-protection screw-ups of the last twelve months, would you expect the data about your emails and phone calls to stay protected any more securely than – for example – the information about your child benefits, driving licence details, credit card details, or anything else that the Government’s lost copies of recently?

Of course, those questions don’t even scratch the surface of the problems. Why the hell should the government be allowed to just keep all records, based on the premise that they might (and let’s be honest, it’s a pretty fucking slim chance. Even 1000 ‘terrorist’ cases – a number I’ve pulled out of the air – would be less than 1% of 1% of the UK’s populace.) be needed in some kind of anti-terrorism case.

Even more importantly, if this system were to be created and used by the government, now that it’s been publicised, you’d have to be a remarkably fucking stupid terrorist to then communicate via email, phone call, or (perhaps) text message. Instead, they could just go back to using the post, or meeting up, or notice-boards.

Communication doesn’t rely on email and mobile phones – no matter how much the Government wishes it would, so that they could record everything.


Bugfood

One of the things I hate about summer is that I turn into a buffet bar for mosquitos. (and other bugs as well, but mainly mosquitos) There’s something about me that obviously tastes good to the little bloodsucking fuckers, and they just dive in for a chomp.

After having a meal outside on Sunday evening, I’ve got no less than five bites on my legs already, three of which have swollen up unpleasantly.

We’ve got a mosquito-repellent in the bedroom which seems to work OK, and we’ve got a UV anti-bug lamp, although I really need to sort that out and put it somewhere so it’ll actually do something to the little vampiric bastards. However, the UV thing can’t really go outside (not long-term, anyway) so I’m also considering an outdoor version like this one which might help zap the buzzing little tossers.

Ah, the joys of summer.


Summer Of ‘Fun’

Oh dear god, it’s one of those years (also known as “Leap Years”) again this summer.

All through the summer, the TV is going to be filled with Euro 2008 football, (despite there not being any part of the United Kingdom that’s got through to the final competition, it’s still going to dominate both BBC and ITV while it’s on) then the 2008 Beijing Olympics, and at the same time the eighth ninth series of Big Brother on Channel 4. Whoopee-doo.

I guess I’m going to be either doing a lot of writing, and/or watching DVDs instead…

[Edited : Bloody BBC story about Big Brother got it wrong, and claimed the ’07 series was the seventh, when in fact it was the eighth. They’ve changed it now, but all the same, oops.


Memory Loss

Yesterday evening, I was working on fixing a problem by using a small bit of javascript, and I couldn’t get it to work. Annoying, but them’s the breaks.

Finally, I realised why I couldn’t get the thing to work on a browser, when I was sure I’d written it correctly – and double checked it when it didn’t work first time.

I’d turned javascript off in the browser to do something else, and hadn’t reactivated it yet.

[Edit : I forgot to add the thought in the next par when writing the post initially]
It’s the only time I’ve found so far where tabbed browsing is inferior to separate browser windows – if you turn it off in one place, you turn it off in all of them, which doesn’t happen (as easily) with multiple windows.

Grrr, twenty minutes of debugging and re-reading code – and all because sometimes I’ve got the memory span of a goldfish.


XKCD

I’m just loving today’s XKCD comic.

Sometimes they’re a bit hit-and-miss, but this one’s worth the effort.


Mains Restored?

It’s possible that today we will be finally re-allowed to use mains water for drinking and cooking. It’s not certain yet, because they’re doing ‘final’ tests today to decide. (Of course, if we still can’t, it won’t be final tests, but there we go)

We’ve been on bottled water since 17th April.

In that time, we’ve had a dropped off leaflet about why we couldn’t drink the water, and one letter – addressed to the previous occupants, who moved out at least eighteen months ago. And that’s it. It really hasn’t been Anglian Water‘s finest hour (three-and-a-half weeks. Whatever) in terms of customer service.

Any information that’s been acquired has been gained by us calling them. In fact, we wouldn’t know about today’s tests if I hadn’t spoken to Anglian Water‘s customer services people on Friday. And because they couldn’t be bothered to tell us, it would’ve meant that all the access to the back of the house (where there’s an outside tap they could use to test the water) would have been locked, so they couldn’t test our place.

We also took the opportunity to get them to deliver more bottled water to everyone on the road, as on Friday there were two six-packs of bottled water left on the pallet dumped on the roadside a couple of weeks ago. For a bank holiday weekend. As it is, I’ve been dropping off some of those six-packs of water to the older people on the road (and bear in mind that a good 50% of the people on our road are at least sixty) rather than them having to try lugging bloody heavy loads of water back to the house.

All told, it’s been a total farce from start to finish. And once we’re actually back on the mains service I’m going to be having a serious conversation with Anglian Water about why the hell it’s been such a fuckup. That’ll be a fun conversation, for sure.


Election Losses

“Gordon Brown says it has been a “bad and disappointing” election for Labour“

In light of the recent governmentary cockups – 10% tax rate, house prices going down, oil (and just about every other) price going up, fuel price exploding, multiple strikes etc. – is it really any surprise to see that people are finally getting sick of Labour?

And when we then get told that £50bn of our money is going to help out the banks (and is thus at risk of being lost, if those banks collapse in the credit crunch) while the 10% tax rate is abolished (as Ian Hislop put it on Have I Got News For You, “the government has taken from the poor and given to the rich”) it’s just another nail in the coffin of Labour.

A “bad and disappointing” election? Only to the people in Labour. Most of the people with any common sense see it as the beginning of a very well deserved end…


Parasol and P60s

Regular readers may remember that last year I had issues with my P60 disappearing when it was sent out by the incomparable twunts at Parasol, the umbrella company I’ve been using. (And thank God that period is coming to a close)

It’s P60 time again, and at least this year I’ve received it. Which is more miraculous than one would suppose, considering it was posted to:

Lyle
[My House_Name]
[The Street_Name]
[Postcode]

(Obviously I’m not going to give out the address details on here, but you get the idea)

Yep, no town, no county, nothing. Just house name, street name, and postcode. Luckily, that’s all the address data that is really needed – but it’s hardly the best way of getting essential (and non-repeatable) documents to a person, is it? And particularly when I’d gone through all the hoops for making sure my address data was accurate on Parasol’s records. As insisted upon by bloody Parasol!

I called them up to find out why.

“Oh, well, we’ve found out that actually payroll use a different system for the addresses to what’s on our own records, so there have been some problems with people who’ve changed their details. The IT department are looking into it.”
But I reported this problem last year, when Parasol screwed up sending out my P60.
“Well it’s been reported by a lot of people this year now, so we’re looking into it.”

The day I leave them just can’t come soon enough. (9th May, I’m looking at you here)


Spell Cheque

I’ve just had an email from an agency (that will remain nameless) describing…

This highly sort-after role

Of course, you know what they mean is sought-after , but that’s the joy of spell-checkers.

Maybe when someone writes a spell-checker that can work semantically from the words around it, and understands phonemes and the like, we might get somewhere closer. Thing is, that’d involve lots of AI, fuzzy logic, and nightmarish rule structures.

Or just, you know, education.


Taste vs. Sense

In the morning, I usually have a glass of orange juice. (Exciting, huh?) It’s just one of the things The other day, while shopping, I saw a ‘new’ fruit juice variety. Orange and Banana.

Now, my brain went “Oh god, that sounds revolting” and my taste buds responded “Yeah, probably. But I still want to try it. It sounds foul, but they wouldn’t be selling it if it were that bad, so maybe it works”. And so I bought it.

And Oh My God, it really is fucking revolting. I’m all for new experiences and new tastes, but this one is just utterly abysmal. It takes the sharpness of the oranges and that cloying overarching taste of banana. And even worse is the texture – it’s like a smoothie drink, almost velvety in texture, like drinking crushed velvet.

Never, ever again will I buy this muck. But at least I now know for sure that it’s fucking disgusting, rather than just expecting it to be.


Offensive

The BBC has a piece today about 2007’s most offensive adverts (in this case ‘most offensive’ equals ‘most complaints to the Advertising Standards Authority’).

What I find interesting is that out of the ten cases, in only three and a half (one ad had ‘some complaints upheld’) cases did the complaints actually come to anything. Which is only something like a 37.5% of complaints are upheld.

Mind you, I didn’t think most of the adverts were offensive, so I can understand that, too.

Ah well.


On Off On Off

Out of interest, has there been a law change that I’m unaware of? Is it now illegal to use indicators while driving?

I only ask because today in my forty mile drive to work (at least 75% of which is on dual carriageways) not one driver indicated before:

  1. Pulling out in front of me
  2. Pulling back in to the inside lane
  3. Leaving the dual carriageway
  4. Getting on to the dual carriageway
    or
  5. Going round a roundabout

So it’s become illegal, right?


147

I managed to see Ronnie O’Sullivan’s latest 147 break (on TV, obviously, rather than ‘live’) last night, and I do think it’s a joy to watch when someone is that on form. The entire frame was just about perfect.

But it also annoys me – because O’Sullivan really is a stunning player when he’s on form, but when he’s not on form he’s a spoilt brat who storms off in temper tantrums, ‘retires’ on a regular basis, and really is just a pain in the arse.

I know there’s all the clichés about ‘fine line between genius and madness’ and so on, but still, I just wish he’d be more stable when he’s on a bad streak, and use that amazing talent to come back from bad streaks rather than succumbing to them.

Still, it was a fantastic frame, and a pretty stunning way to end a match, too. (I would think that the £157,000 prize for a 147 break came through as a pretty good motivator as well, of course.) I think O’Sullivan’s a fantastic player – I’d just prefer it if he also wasn’t quite such a complete cock.


Slow Mover

Ok, if you’re in a car on a dual-carriageway or motorway, and you keep on being overtaken by trucks and coaches, wouldn’t you think that just maybe it’s time to speed up a bit?


Water Shortage

Since last Thursday, we’ve been unable to use our mains water.

About a year ago (apparently) one of the people on our road had an oil delivery, and some amount of oil spilled/leaked into the ground. Since then, Anglian Water have occasionally been testing the water supply there, and the diesel has now leaked into the pipes. (Apparently, in a fit of genius, the blue plastic pipes used for the supply of clean mains water are permeable to diesel oil. Which fucking Mensa member came up with that one, particularly for an area where every house has oil central heating?) Therefore, it’s now contaminated for everyone on our road – which admittedly only runs to about eight houses. We can use it for washing and so on, but we can’t use it for drinking, cooking, giving to animals, etc. etc. In short, it’s unfit for consumption.

So since Thursday, Anglian Water have been keeping on checking the contamination levels, and supplying all the houses on our road with bottled water.

Yesterday (Monday) they confirmed that the entire of the water main for our road is going to need to be replaced, which might happen next week. And even then we can’t go back to using the mains water until it’s been repeatedly tested. And I bet they replace the pipe with another blue-plastic one that the diesel oil will eventually seep into as well.

So with luck, we’ll be back on mains water in a couple of weeks time. And until then, Anglian Water will keep on supplying us with bottled water.

Surely it would’ve made far more sense (financially, practically, and from the perspective of customer services) to replace the pipe with a non-permeable version a year ago when the leak/spillage originally occurred, spend a day or two doing it, and have no further issues, rather than the farce of sending someone out to check it every so often for a year, then have to supply eight houses with bottled water for a fortnight while they finally get round to repairing/replacing it?


Rebrand

Ah, those fond memories of Oldham.

And now I see that they’ve also rebranded, and redone the logo. Amazing what £100,000 will get you, isn’t it?


Mute

Isn’t it amazing that you can still confuse some people by just turning their phones to silent when they’re out of the office, and the bloody thing keeps ringing?

Even after [cough] years with mobiles, some people just still don’t know how to silence them. Thankfully, some of us do know how to do so…


Doing the Maths

I’m quite amazed by the scale of the scam in this story, about a couple who claimed benefits for no less than sixteen children – all while living in what’s described as a “one-room property”. I don’t know if that means ‘one bedroom’ or was just a unit in a hostel, or somesuch, but either way it’s awesome to be claiming to have eighteen people living in that property.

After all, I assume that they were also claiming some kind of housing benefit for living in that property – so any decent piece of joined-up work would enable the Tax Credits people, or the Benefits Agency (or whatever the hell it’s called this week) to possibly think that the claim might be just a weeny bit fraudulent.

How were they able to claim for so many children? Because the Tax Credits Agency doesn’t (or, one hopes, didn’t) require parents to provide a birth certificate as proof that the children existed.

It’s the final paragraph of the story that drives me crackers, though.

After the case Sarah Bamford, of HM Revenue and Customs, said: “This case is the result of many months of intense and thorough work by a dedicated team of tax credit investigation officers, determined to see that these fraudsters were brought to justice.”

© BBC News website 2008

If the system had been in place initially, there’d have been no sodding need for the investigation, because they wouldn’t have been able to make such a massive fraudulent claim at all. Fucking jobsworth self-serving HMRC doublespeak dickwads.


Parasolisms

Yet again, my impression of Parasol has taken a downturn. Which in itself is pretty impressive, because my impression of them wasn’t all that good to start with.

First of all (and this is going back a bit) I’ve always felt that I was getting over-charged, and not coming out each month with as much money as I should’ve been. Parasol have always strenuously denied this, telling me I was getting all the benefits of a professional umbrella company. (Stop laughing, you at the back) However, I recently received a notification from HMCE that in the 2006/7 tax year, I’d overpaid £1800 of tax – in other words, Parasol had screwed things up to the tune of £150 per month. I’m about 95% certain that they’ve done the same thing this year, too.

Wednesday, though, topped it off.

At 3.30, I got an email from them.

With effect from Monday 21st April 2008, your Parasol admin deduction will be revised to £87.95 (from £79.95) per month. This small increase has been introduced to allow us to continue to provide our unrivalled and market leading services along with improvements to insurance cover.

At 3.45 I got another email from them.

With effect from Monday 21st April 2008, your Parasol admin deduction will be revised to £95.50 per month. This small increase has been introduced to allow us to continue to provide our unrivalled and market leading services along with improvements to insurance cover.

Not bad – a 20% price increase in less than 30 minutes.

There was another communique at about 5pm effectively saying “Ooops, the first one was the correct price” – but all the same, it’s not exactly the most impressive way of doing things, is it?

Thank Christ I’ll be leaving them in a couple of weeks, once the business bank account is set up. Simply changing to letting the accountant do my payroll instead of Parasol is going to save me something like £50 per month. That’s proper money, that is.


GPS Question

A question for those of you who have a GPS system.

Where do you put it in the car?

By which I mean where on the windscreen, of course.

When I’m using it, the GPS/Satnav goes down on the bottom right-hand corner of the window. There I can see it without having to take my eyes too far off the road, and it doesn’t obstruct my view. To me that makes sense.

However, I notice that a lot of people seem to put the SatNav in the bottom middle of the windscreen, directly above the centre console of the dashboard. To me this just seems like a really awkward place, causing you to move your eyes right away from the road, and also blocking the view of a certain bit of road.

So I’m just wondering what other people who read this do.


Losing Weight in 2008: Update

Well, to be honest so far I’ve done absolutely sod-all when it comes to increasing my levels of exercise or decreasing my weight this year. I know, I’m a slacker.

There’s been a whole bundle of reason, but they all really come down to one thing – I couldn’t be chuffed to do it. Now, with spring and summer coming up, I might just get round to it.

Way back, we did sign up with a leisure card thing for the nearest large(ish) gym in Dereham, but the experience we had there was so crap that neither of us has actually bothered to go back since. Maybe we should do, just to give them a fair crack of the whip. But well, maybe not.

However, I do plan to do a visit to the other big gym in the area (it’s on my way home from the current contract, and also close to the large Sainsbury’s store where we do most of our shopping, so it’s at least vaguely convenient) tonight, and see how that goes too.

Then, of course, I just need to build up the motivation to actually go, and/or do something else as well…


Ferndale Lodge

Just under a month ago, I ordered a couple of things from Ferndale Lodge for Herself’s birthday, which should’ve arrived in plenty of time.

Except, of course, one thing didn’t. One delivery came nice and quickly, all sorted – and on the delivery note it said that the other item had been “despatched seperately”. OK, still two weeks before Herself’s birthday, so it should still get here.

Except, of course, it didn’t. Two weeks passed, and nothing arrived.

I emailed Ferndale Lodge on Friday, expecting some kind of response so I could know what was going on. Nothing.

Having given them a fair crack of the whip at answering, I called them today and (eventually) got through. Turns out they were out of stock of this particular item, and just couldn’t be arsed to tell their customers. Their systems don’t integrate with the website, so if it’s out of stock, you can still order it, and they’ll just send it out when they get more stock.

Now it’s fair enough to put things on back-order, I don’t mind that. But all the same, it would also still be nice if Ferndale Lodge at least considered letting their customers know that, rather than just annoying them by ignoring the problem and hoping it’ll go away.

Supposedly, everything will now be delivered by the weekend.

I’m not going to hold my breath.


Eco-Towns

While I don’t agree with all the new locations for the proposed ‘eco-towns’, I do think that they’re (in general) a good idea. If we are so in need of new housing, I’d far rather that it was housing that was done with some decent thought towards green power, water recycling, insulation and the like.

I wouldn’t necessarily want to live in one of the houses – although that’s mainly because I like being out here in the country, rather than in a giant housing-estate, as well as the fact we’re going to keep on working on our own green lifestyle/credentials. but I do think they’re a good thing, and if I had to live in a modern giant housing estate, I’d rather it was one of the eco-towns.


Still Talking

Driving to work yesterday, I spent half the journey in front of some cock who was talking into his mobile the entire way. I don’t normally want to see the police while I’m driving (not that I have a problem with them, but well – they’re never a happy sight) but damn I wanted to see one during that drive.

It amazes me still that people just think it’s OK to talk and drive. Personally, I aim to never use the phone – in fact I’ve only done so once, when the person called me back four times in a row without leaving a message, and that was when the road was straight, clear, and dual carriageway with no traffic coming the other way. I think the call lasted twenty seconds all told. Even then, it wasn’t OK to do, but was less distracting than the repeated calls.

All the same, fifteen-minute calls are taking the piss.


Flying Penguins

I have to say, of all the April Fool’s stories I’ve noticed today, my absolute favourite is the BBC’s “Flying Penguins” story.

The footage in particular has been fantastically done – footage can be seen here on the BBC’s iPlayer until April 7th (There’s also a Youtube link for the same thing)- and it’s made me chuckle. The first couple of shots, particularly as they take off, is so good you start thinking “Really? Fantastic” and then the cynicism kicks in, particularly when you realise that the news has been released on April 1st.

Love it.

Screenshot from BBCs flying penguins promo

Dental Plans

Once we come back from our week away, there are a couple of things I need to get sorted. Nothing urgent, but still, needs to be done I think.

First among those is a visit to the dentist. It’s been a fair while since I last went (Probably coming up for two years ago now, if not three – UPDATED : Ah, a quick check tells me it was May 2005.) so I know that the odds are I’ll need some work doing again.

Which makes me think that it’s probably worth organising getting some dental insurance first, so I’m not massively out of pocket when it comes to getting the work done. I wonder what the insurers think if you buy the insurance, then a couple of months later get a load of work done…


Crush A Grape…

I’m pleased to see that the accountant who tried sueing M&S for supposedly slipping on a grape in their carpark has lost his case. It was pretty spurious, obviously – with evidence based on the fact that once he’d fallen, the fruit was found on the sole of his shoe.

So I’m not surprised to see that the case has failed – to my mind it would’ve led to even more stupid Health and Safety notices, regulations, and general faffery, and to be honest we’ve got enough of those already.

Mind you, it’s also a surprise that the case was lost, because logic doesn’t seem to apply in these things, and particularly when a case is spurious and stupid, and could cause a whole bundle of new Health and Safety regulations.


BBC Screwup

Now here’s something you don’t see every day…

screenshot of screwed up BBC news front page

Yes, a healthy screwup of the front page for the BBC news. It’s been fixed now, but still, a rarity saved for posterity.


Icarus

So, if you knew of the legend, would you trust a tanning salon called “Icarus” ? (Seen randomly on the street yesterday)

I know I wouldn’t…


Waiting

One of the things most guaranteed to drive me crackers (other than the animals in the house, obviously) is when people say they’ll arrive at a certain time, and then not doing so. Particularly when we’re bloody well paying them to be here.

The current plumber is a case in point.

While the work he does is actually bloody good, saying “I’ll be there by 9am” and still not being here (currently) an hour later really fucking annoys me. And fair enough, he’ll probably stay later than 5pm too, but still – I’ve got stuff that I need to go out and do today, and if I’d know he wasn’t going to be here ’til 10am, I’d have gone and done that before he got here.

I suppose I should know all this by now – it was the same last week as well – but all the same, it’s bloody annoying, to say the least.


Maths

Every so often, I realise just how bad I can be at Maths. Today (and, in fairness, last night) were perfect examples of that.

I’ve been writing the PHP to do a bundle of reports, and one of them involved figuring out the return-on-investment (ROI) for a given contract. It’s a simple percentage, yet could I get it right first time? Could I knickers. OK, some of the problems were with getting the information out of the database in the first place as well, but all the same, it led to me bashing my head into the desk for a good hour just on getting the sums right and then the percentages.

And the real bummer is that I’m still not convinced I’ve got it right…

Updated : Ah, got it sussed now, and all seems to be working fine. Funny how the simple things are always the hardest to fix, isn’t it?


0844

While most people are familiar with the 0845 “local call” numbers, there’s now a new number in the same range, and this one is 0844, which (if you didn’t know already) is charged at 5p per minute .

For me the 0844 number is kind of weird, as it’s also the phone code for the area I grew up in. So at the moment I still think “Oh, they’re close to where I grew up” when I see a company advertising an 0844 number.

And yes, I know, it hasn’t been 0844 for a long time now – but I wonder whether the residents of that area will start complaining when idiots dial 01844 instead of 0844 , and get a number that already exists…


Getting Away With It

I’ve written about a similar subject before, but I have to say that the news yesterday infuriated me. To me, the fact that some utter cockwad can film himself driving at 130+mph using his mobile phone, brag about it by uploading the video to YouTube, get prosecuted and get away with a four-month suspended sentence and an 18 months ban (oh, let’s not forget the 210 hours of community service) is just astonishing. It shouldn’t be, with the knowledge of the guy who drove at 172mph only getting a 10-week jail sentence, but it is.

I don’t understand the mentality of someone who films themselves speeding by taking one hand off the wheel, and filming it with a mobile phone, to me that’s a charge of dangerous driving right there. Doing it at 130+mph, that’s another charge. Posting it up to YouTube? OK, Terminal stupidity isn’t a criminal offence (although sometimes I think it should be) but still, I do think the sentence is still completely out of whack with the offence(s).


Brits

I’m just wondering, how did Mark Ronson get ‘Best British Male’ at the Brits over the other non-entities nominees, Jamie T, Mika, Newton Faulkner, Richard Hawley ?

Now don’t get me wrong, I really like Ronson’s “Version” album for the most part – but he’s still more the producer/creator/rearranger than the performer. All the vocals are done by other singers, rather than by Ronson.

When all’s said and done, Mark Ronson is still “just” a DJ. And because of that, I don’t really understand how he’s “Best British Male”.

But maybe that’s just me.


No Water

Comedy moment of yesterday?

The plumber, having been working in the bathroom all day, chopping out pipes, getting rid of old taps and the like, turns the mains water back on.

Nothing. Not a drop.

Befuddlement and mild panic ensue, along with explanations that this just can’t happen, it can’t be airlocked as it’s the mains water, there’s no reason for it to have happened, so on, so forth.

I wander round to the neighbour’s place, and just check whether he’s got any water. “Nope, it turned off about an hour ago”.

Turns out there’d been a big mains burst in one of the villages a few miles away, which resulted in no water to us. (or the rest of the village, or the next village, or some of Attleborough)


Valentine’s

Another year, another February 14th. Another dollop of crap overpriced cards, flowers, and blah blah.

And another year with the title bar image of Al Capone’s Valentine’s Day Massacre. My kind of Feb 14 celebration.


Stinky

It’s that time of year when farmers start to work at making their fields all lovely and fertile for their crops later in the year. Not being a farmer, how do I know this?

Because around us, every single farmer is out spreading manure, fertiliser, and all manner of other stinky items on their fields. It fuckin’ reeks round here today, I can tell you.

So yes, living out in the bum-end of nowhere does have it’s down-days, despite being generally bloody great. And today is one of the down-days. Hey Ho.


VD

So, Valentine’s Day is next week. Great. As regular readers will know, I couldn’t give a tin dog’s dick about Valentine’s Day, and I turn into a right grumpy old bastard. (Yes, even more of one than usual)

However, it’s good to know that I’m not the only cynic on the block, and as usual Meg has released her fantastic Anti-Valentine’s Cards on the world.

Bollocks to Valentines Day

Fantastic, as ever.


Negative Progress

So, as it turns out the interviews last week weren’t as successful as I’d thought.

The one for the permanent job hasn’t gone any further, as I don’t have a couple of things in my skillset that they deemed essential. Not important enough to put in the job-spec, of course, but still essential to the job itself. Which is a pain in the tits, because it means that I’ve wasted my time (and theirs) by going for something that (because of my not having those essential bits) I had no hope of getting.

The other one is even more irritating, truth be told. If they had stuck to their initial spec/requirements, I’d have got the contract and all would be well. Except the (non-technical) board changed their minds, and decided that actually the necessary work could be done 50% cheaper, and in half the time, so that having been in and interviewed well, all of a sudden I was too expensive, and the contract came down from three months to six weeks.

That’s the second one with that problem in less than a month.

Now I realise that it’s looking like financial times are going to be a bit tough for the next few months for a lot of businesses, but surely it’s a bit late to be thinking about that when you’ve already agreed terms with a recruitment agency, interviewed people, and spent money on it all ?

Ah well, more CVs and the like have been sent out today, and will be through the rest of the week/month, so we’ll just have to see what comes up.


Tax System

When I said a few weeks back that I’d submitted by tax return by post, recorded delivery so that I knew it’d got there, a ouple of people wondered why I didn’t use the online sstem for submitting it.

There’s a number of reasons for it, although this story on the BBC about it having crashed wasn’t in that list ’til today.

Mainly, I like cast-iron proof that it’s been received by HMCE. I’ve been bitten before by “Well, just because you submitted it online doesn’t mean we received it”, and also by “If we send something out to you, we assume you’ve received it – but that doesn’t work the same way when you send something to us”. In my experience, the cunts at HMCE will lose tax returns just for fun. I don’t know what systems they’ve got there, but it’s all too easy for them to lose information. I prefer to make sure they at least have to lose hard-copy, rather than something that can be killed by just the click of a mouse. Yeah, I’m cynical – but then, I’ve been on the receiving end of some seriously shit service at the hands of HMCE, so it’s understandable.

Secondly, I just don’t trust a system that’s a) been written by shyster motherfuckers like Capita and EDS (and that is renowned for being a sack of shit) and b) that’s not secure enough for royalty, MPs or celebrities. Oh, it’s secure enough for Joe Public of course – just not for special people. So no, I don’t trust the system at all.

Hell, the system isn’t even stable enough to handle the load when lots of people submit their forms just in time for the deadline.

So I’ll stick with submitting my forms by post, thanks. I might let the accountant do it online – so lng as I get a full hard-copy of it as well, for my records and verificatiion.


Overtaxed

Having filled in my Tax Return a few weeks back, I got a letter from HMCE this morning. Happily, it’s initial proof that I was right in a couple of assumptions/beliefs.

I bloody knew that Parasol were costing me too much money, and that I wasn’t getting paid the correct amount. I’d asked them about it several times, but they insisted I didn’t know what I was talking about, and that of course they were correct in what they were doing.

The initial letter from the taxman confirms I was right – I’ve overpaid nearly £2,000 in the 2006/7 tax year. I don’t know yet how they’re going to plan on paying it back, but I’m looking forward to the day it happens.

Mind you, I’d rather have received that missing £150 per month, rather than paying it to the fucking Inland Revenue for them to pay it back to me without any interest accruing on it…


Intrigued

Occasionally, one really has to wonder how your name has come up in a search.

This morning I’ve had a call from the HR department of a massive international company – and we’re talking seriously big, I have to say – asking about the work I’d done with the company I worked for in 2006 (the one that moved from Wokingham to London, and was run by AB) as they were launching a team to do a similar type of thing, and wanted to know if I’d be interested in working with them on doing so.

It’s something that would definitely be of interest, I have to say. And when they mentioned the money, I’ve become very interested. Just have to see what they say, now.

But I’d love to know where/who they got my name from…


Luck of the Devil

Today, I’ve had to park on the road outside the office, there being no available parking spaces on their forecourt. Not an uncommon occurrence- but the road is all parking-meter type things, where the maximum duration is two hours. A bit of a pain in the tits, but I just set the alarm on my mobile for five minutes before the ticket is due to expire, go down, renew the ticket, job done.

Only of course today I haven’t got the phone with me.

The parking charges start at 9am (which is another good reason for coming in early – if I get in at 7.30 or so, I get 3½hours parking in the morning for my £1.20, rather than the standard 2 hours for the same amount) so the first reminder is at 11am.

With no reminder, I just looked at the clock on my PC and thought “Oooohh, tits” , as it was 11.35. Yep, I’m so going to have a parking ticket. Bugger. Working two days a week it’s actually more economical to drive in, even including the petrol and parking costs, than getting the train. Except when I get a parking ticket. Then all economy goes out the window.

But I get down to the car and lo, no parking ticket. More than half-an-hour over my limit, and nothing. I really don’t know how I’ve managed that, but I’m not going to complain!

Of course, now I’ll go down at 13.40 (the ticket expiring at 13.35) and I’ll have a ticket…


Cookery Lessons

On first read, the news that cookery lessons are to become part of the compulsory school schedule is great news. I did cookery lessons way back when I was in school, and it was a useful grounding. (Admittedly, I don’t do a great deal of cooking, but at least I can cook, and can do enough to mean I’m OK without needing to go to a takeaway for meals.)

But then you take a look at the fine print. One hour a week, for one term? Not really a comprehensive course then. (Or a grammar one – ha, education joke. I slay me.) If it were one hour a week for the full school year, you’d have pupils with a decent knowledge of cooking, basic recipes, and general nutritional knowledge that might actually go some way towards the end goal.

Once a week for one term? It’s hardly worth the effort. Of course, even a tiny bit of effort is better than none at all, but still, there’s so much more that could be done with this.


Delusional

As I’ve said in previous years, I watch Masterchef when it’s on. (I tend to avoid the ‘Celebrity’ version, but I quite like the normal version)

Now, while I understand that the competitors are non-professional (The Masterchef site says “If you’re over 18, have no formal chef training, and think you’ve got the culinary potential and determination to be the next Gordon Ramsay or Jamie Oliver, then this is the competition for you!“) I do think that a lot of the competitors in the first wave are also truly delusional.

When they do their little interviews at the start, so many of them say “I want to be a chef, I want to feed people” and all that guff, believe they’ve got the potential to win the competition, but they’re still working as merchant bankers, solicitors or whatever. Even more amusing, when you see the ones who bang on about how great they are, and how they’re going to win the entire thing, you can predict that they’re the ones who will sod it up in the first round, and be off before we’re halfway through the heat.

But if they’re so great, and so convinced of their greatness, I don’t understand why they don’t make the effort for themselves, and do some work in a pub or hotel kitchen.

If it were me, and I wanted to aim for being a Masterchef (or even being on it) I would start off by taking on part-time work in a local (or near-local) pub or restaurant, so I could learn about cooking professionally, and know whether I could actually do what I wanted to or not.

But maybe I’m just more realistic and practically-minded, rather than just assuming I’m going to win a competition on TV.


Turkey Out

OK, so it doesn’t have quite the same ring as Chicken Out!, but apparently Bernard Matthews has decided to make more of their turkeys free-range, mainly in light of the public reaction to documentaries (talked about before on here) by Hugh Fearnley-Bellend et al.

Of course, if the birds had been free-range he might not have been hit quite so hard by the bird flu scare at one of the Bernard Matthews farms back in February 2007. But that’d just be me being cynical, of course.


Second Opinions

So, today I’m off to see a second (and hopefully final) accountant. This one’s come with a recommendation, so it’ll be interesting to see what they’re like.

By lunchtime today I should have costs for both of them, and can balance that against the cost of continuing to use Parasol. So far, I have to say, Parasol is a poor second out of two options – and I suspect is going to come in a very poor last in the great scheme of things.

There’s a lot I could say about Parasol , but none of it would be in any way nice – and it’d make for deathly dull reading on here, so I doubt I’ll bother. Maybe one day I will, but for the moment I’m just going to leave it at “Shysters”, and “More hassle than benefits”. I think that’s fair comment.

So yes, I think it’s likely I’ll end up going back to having my own company and using an accountant to manage the bills, payroll, and paperwork. Now I’ve just got to decide which one I’m going to use, and/or whether I need to see another one.


Corrections

When you’re looking at a ‘news’ site for the town you grew up in, how pedantic is it to email the editor and suggest that they use a spell checker?

In the case I’m thinking of, they’d managed to mis-spell “Helicopter”, which is fairly impressive in the first place.

And if, when you’ve sent in that suggestion and they respond saying thanks, but with the first two words being “Quiet right”, would it be really snarky to point that out too?

After all, this is a site that is trying to make out it’s a news site, and the epitome of local journalism for that town, yet they manage to get at least one spelling error per day…

Or should I just leave well alone?


Interview Thoughts

Today, I had an interview with a prospective contract. Yes, it’s Saturday – this had been planned for next week, but the company is apparently in need of someone on short notice, and one other person was being interviewed today, so they asked if I could come today instead.

As it is, it was a two hour drive each way to get to the company, for an interview thing that lasted less than an hour. It could’ve been worse, and distances/times like that is just one of the knock-on things of living in Norfolk (Also known as “The county motorways forgot”) that I’ll have to get used to.

The work itself is certainly doable – it’s nothing long-term, but at least it brings the money in. I can think of better techie things to be doing, but we’ll see what they say.

Still, it’s one hell of a way to kill a Saturday – but hey ho, I’ll find out what the results are on Monday or Tuesday.


Predictions

On a highly cynical note, now that she’s lost custody of her sons as well how long do you reckon it’ll be before Britney Spears

  1. Has a(nother) breakdown?
  2. Attempts suicide?
  3. Announces her ‘retirement’?

Lights

Yeah, another post about driving, and car lights. I’m driving in to work between 6.30 and 7.30 in the morning at the moment, so it’s where I start waking up and thinking about something for D4D™. Them’s the breaks.

Anyway, another thing that surprises me when I’m driving at night (or in darkness, anyway) is just how many people drive with knackered headlights – usually where only one is working. Now, how come people don’t notice this? I haven’t ever had a knackered headlight, but I figure I’d notice if I could only see half the road, for example.

OK, I suppose that these people could all be on the way to the garage to get the headlamp replaced – but somehow I doubt it.


Back to “Normal”

So yes, it’s January 2nd, which means that things are back to normal work-wise – or at least as normal as they get round here, anyway. Which means I’m back to getting up at about half five, leaving the house by half six, and in to the office about an hour later, depending on traffic. And believe me, that’s hard to do after ten-ish days of not having to get up ’til respectable times.

As it is, my current workplace has decided that they only need me for two days per week during January, so most of the month is going to be spent working on my own bits and pieces, but also looking for a new contract as two days per week (while it pays the bills) is a bit of a joke really, so I need to sort out some ‘proper’ work as well as all the bits I do extra.

Other than that, it looks like I’m going to be driving in during January, rather than bothering with the train. The daily price has gone up to £19, (a 5.5% rise, by my dodgy calculations) which adds up to £38 per week, whereas driving for the two days will take less than quarter of a tank, which comes to something like £25 per week. If I’m organised, I’ll get a free parking place at the office on those days, so even that won’t be an issue or any extra cost.

All told, yes, things could be worse – even just the two days per week will pay all the general bills, so anything else is a benefit. (No, not benefits, just a benefit) At the same time I get a lot more freedom to develop my own business and private stuff a lot more, and see how that goes. So it could be worse – I’d just rather be a bit more organised about these things, personally.

Still, new year, new start, and all that guff. See how it works out, but I’m definitely going to be checking out what’s available for other work, believe me.


Tipless

The BBC has a story about bin-men complaining because they’re not getting tips this year, and in some places they’re getting abuse instead.

Now, I don’t actually believe in giving them grief – any policies that are in place about bin collection etc. aren’t really going to be rectified by having a go at the binmen, but instead by complaining (repeatedly) to the local authority – but I can give you one reason they’re not getting tips.

It’s because they do a lot less than they ever used to. Now it’s the householder’s responsibility to take the bins to the front of the house (top of the drive, whatever) in time for the bin-men to come, and then to take it back down the drive to its proper place afterwards. You’ve got to make sure that any extra rubbish is put in the “proper” bags (not that we ever have any extra rubbish, but other people do) or they won’t collect it, and will instead leave it sat by the (now empty) bin.

So all the bin-men actually do is load the wheelie-bins onto the back of the wagon, push a button, and then unload the bins again. And they want a fucking tip for that as well?

Perhaps if the bin-men did something extra – say, even for “just” the pensioners and infirm – to take the bins from their place up to the lorry, and then put them back – like they used to do- then they might get a bit more gratitude and respect. And maybe even some tips.


Another Big Brother

Is it just me, or does this entire concept for Big Brother sound utterly, utterly unappealing?

Not that I watch the “normal” Big Brother stuff on TV either, but still, this one manages to appeal even less than the usual ones. Which is quite an achievement, in fairness.


Foglights

Ah, you knew it wouldn’t be long ’til this one happened (again).

This morning I was driving in to work, and the weather was fairly grungy – lots of freezing fog, and not much fun at all. However, it has to be pointed out that this was at 7am this morning, while it was still completely dark. You can see where this is going, can’t you?

Fog-lights are only supposed to be used in thick fog when visibility is abysmal. They’re not meant as “It’s foggy, use your lights” – there’s supposed to be some application of common sense. In this case, because it’s night, I can see cars half a fucking mile away. There’s no need for foglights if you can see that fucking far, you bollock-minded individuals!

Yes, of course, the foglights came on, and stayed on. Even in the clear bits. Hell, most of the twunts will still have them on this evening when I drive home, I’m sure.

The highway code is a bit wishy-washy on this one – again, I assume, because of the necessity hope of using common sense in these situations – but still it makes it pretty clear that foglights should only be used in poor visibility. Of course, common sense is a commodity in short supply at the moment, so maybe it needs to be re-written in light of that.

Personally, I think that car manufacturers are (slightly) to blame on this one as well – you get a warning light on the dashboard when you put the lights on, but there’s no extra warning/reminder to tell you you’ve put the foglights on. (Well, in Ford cars anyway. I can’t be certain if the same applies to all/most other car manufacturers) But then, if a driver hasn’t got the memory-span to remember they’ve turned the foglights on, should they really be allowed to be driving in the first place?


Google Mini

Ah, a day of fixing problems – first with a localhost IIS setting that’d been screwed up by someone installing a piece of software ‘to connect with their home PC from work’, and secondly with an install of Google Mini.

Joy.

Still, it’s keeping me out of trouble, I suppose.


8 days to go

Bah HumbugIn eight days, the Festering Season will be upon us in all its “glory”. In nine, it’ll be all over.

All around us in the village, people have been decorating their houses with lights, icicles, glowing bloody santas, and all sorts of tat. In fairness, there are a couple of places that actually look pretty good (including one I’ve nicknamed “The gingerbread house” – all the lights seem to be aimed at that kind of theme) but they’re far outweighed by the ones that just look utterly naff and tacky.

At some point this week, I plan to go off on a small tour and get some photos of the abhorrences, just for future delectation. There’s one in particular that just leaves me shaking my head every time I go past – and not in a good or admiring way. Although I suppose it does serve its purpose of making Christmas more religious, because each time I see the place, I find myself saying “Jesus Fucking Christ”. Ahem.

Still, I find myself wondering why people do it, in much the same way I wonder why some people wear the outfits they do. It’s that “Do they really think that looks good/cool/classy?” thought again.

OK, I’m distinctly Scroogian at the best of times, but house decorations leave me completely befuddled – I just don’t understand the motivation for covering one’s house in manky faux-neon flashing tat.

Bah Humbug, indeed.


Environmentally Friendly?

Is it just me that ends up with a certain bemused cynicism to see that the UN Conference on Climate Change which is currently all over the news is in – um – Bali ?

So every attendee is going to have had to fly in to Bali. And OK, I realise that people would have to travel in order to get to the conference wherever it was held – although surely that would be where something virtual like Second Life should be able to come into its own? Or is it just me that thinks it would make more sense to have something like this use an on-line way of doing all this shit, rather than adding umpteen thousands of air/carbon miles for a conference about global warming?


Drink Driving

While I’m not usually a great proponent of the entire “User-generated content” thing, sometimes it can be interesting and useful. One example is this BBC piece about drink-driving, and this year’s advertising campaign to make people think again about drinking and driving. After the piece, there’s a whole set of stories of personal experiences of drink-driving, and being banned, and it makes for interesting reading.

Personally, I don’t drink at all if I’m driving. It doesn’t bother me, and I don’t see the point of the entire “Oh, I’ll be OK if I just have the one” point of view. I could probably get away with one (or even two) because of my size, but to be honest, why risk it?


Night Driving

As the nights have drawn in, I’ve found myself repeatedly thinking about driving standards. In particular, with regard to the way people now use their headlights.

When I was younger, and also when I was taking (lots of) driving lessons, I always thought that before you used full (or even dipped) headlights, you first used sidelights only – kind of a “for being seen, not for seeing by” thing. They got used ’til you needed to turn on the headlights/dipped headlights in order to see.

Now though it seems like the majority of people just switch straight to full headlights, without ever really using the sidelights at all. The Highway Code suggests that it should still be done with the sidelights first, then headlights – but it just doesn’t seem to be the done thing any more.

Now when did that start happening Or is it just something I hadn’t noticed until recently?


Adverts

Bah, HumbugWhy is it that electric razors are only ever advertised in the run up to the Festering Season?

Is it that these men only ever shave in December/January ? It’s all very bizarre.

 

Backlog

There’s always one big problem with taking long weekends away from work – coming back.

Today, having been away for Friday and Monday I’ve come back to a whole bundle of stuff that either no-one else could be chuffed to do (90% of the stuff) or bits that no-one else here can do. (The other 10%)

Now, bearing in mind I’m supposed to be the techie, I have no problem with the stuff that other people can’t do – that’s where my specialism lies. But the other stuff? That narks me, to be honest. Especially when I’m doing a reduced number of days “because I’m not needed to do the run of the mill stuff”.

Ah well, best get on with it.


Winding Up

Many of my regular readers will remember the fun I had in 2005/6 with the company I was working for, particularly Arsehole Boss and the like. One of the main things that was always an issue with the company was that Arsehole Boss ran through the money that had been invested in the company like it was his own personal bank account, and that no-one seemed to care.

All told, that company had (it turns out) $9 milliondollars invested in them. And what’ve they got to show for it? Absolutely fuck all.

How do I know this? Because over the weekend I got an email and letter from the company, because I still own some stock in the bunch of twunts. Not that I ever expected it to be worth anything, but it was part of the job package.

And now they’re not getting any more funding, so they’re holding a fire-sale. They’re asking for offers on the various products and websites etc., basically “no offer not considered”. I’m really tempted to make a complete take the piss offer for one of the sections, just for fun.

As it turns out, looks like I got out of that company at just about the perfect time.


Writing Documentation

Funnily enough, for someone who generally likes writing stuff, (regardless of whether it’s webpage, letter, PHP functions, fiction, blog posts, etc.) I hate doing documentation for things I’ve already created. Going back over these things is (in my opinion) usually a pain in the bum, and it’s all- well- old. Been there, done that.

I know, I shouldn’t feel like that, but I do. I admit it. And of course this week I’ve been writing loads of bits of documentation for all the stuff I’ve been doing over the last year or so. In some ways it’s actually been quite useful because it’s reminded me of some of the groovier functions that I’ve created for the site, and some of the bits of arcane esoteric hackery without which the site wouldn’t even function. This is also useful for when I rewrite the client page on the business site, and also the “what I’ve been doing” bit on my CV.

But it’s still so dull. I can’t even really think of any way to brighten it up or lighten the work a little – it’s just dull. No two ways about it. Useful to people in the future, of course, and it’s all written in a way that should make sense to even the most numpty of newbies (I get to test that on some of my colleagues. Heh.) but still, dull.

Of course, on this occasion I’ve actually also been looking at older stuff and also suddenly clicked with a way to rewrite it that makes life lots easier all round, and removes the elusive point-of-failure that was lurking in there for the unwary. So in that case writing documentation had an added bonus which I wasn’t expecting.

It’s still piggin’ dull though. *sigh*


Well Timed

Oh, well done, One Railways. On the first sub-zero day, with frost all over the place, let’s use a train at 7am where not only is the heating off, but the air-conditioning throughout the train is jammed on.

I swear, it was colder inside the train than it was on the platform at Cambridge.

I’ll write more when my fingers have thawed…


!iPhone

Am I interested in getting the new Apple iPhone now it’s been released over here?

Am I bollocks. In fact, I really don’t want one. If I wanted a new smartphone (and at the moment I really don’t) I’d go for either the new HTC TyTn 2 (itself an upgrade from the K-JAM I used to have) or the Toshiba Portege G900 (which looks very similar to the TyTn)

In general I’m not great at buying into hyper-branded products (Yes, Apple, I’m looking at you) anyway, and while I can see that the iPhone has its uses, they’re not uses that are on my list of requirements for a phone.

So no, I don’t want an iPhone, and I don’t plan to get one. Ever. I can think of much better things to spend the money on, to be honest. Particularly when (as DiamondGeezer points out that cost over the length of the contract works out at £900, (£269 to buy, then £35 for 18 months – on a contract that’s worse than the one I’m already on) yeah, I can think of better things.


White Deer

There are some sick people in the world.

Oddly enough, this hasn’t just been in the Forest of Dean. A couple of weeks ago there was a similar occurrence down in Cornwall.

Personally, I don’t understand it at all – it’s just, well, why? What’s the point? People are weird.


Too much camera

One of my colleagues at work has just bought a Canon EOS40D. I’m not quite sure why – other than as a status symbol, really – because the photos I’ve seen of theirs taken with a Sony Cybershot compact camera are (to be blunt) bloody horrible.

Seeing them buy this Canon camera, while not knowing anything about what the lenses do, or even that this meant that the lenses detached from the camera body, well, it just saddens me really.

Now OK, I’m not a great photographer – I’d like to think I’m fairly good, but I’m in no way great – but I progressed through the various stages of compact camera, bridge camera, then made my way up to the SLR. And I’m pleased with how things have gone, and will keep on learning as I go on.

But to me that’s the way it’s supposed to be – that you learn, and progress. Not just jump in to buying a bloody great SLR with no understanding, and somehow expect it to “make” you take better pictures. Because the fact is, it won’t. I went from taking pretty good photos with the bridge camera to taking some truly bloody awful ones with the SLR. I’m still learning about it now, just over two years down the line, and still make fuck-ups on a regular basis.

So I wonder how long it’ll be before this EOS 40D is consigned to a cupboard somewhere “because it’s a crap camera”. And I think it’s a pity, because it’s a fantastic bit of kit, and I’d love one. Not as much as I’d love a 5D or a 1Ds Mk III, but that’s life. Maybe one day, when I either a) have made a decent level of money from photography, and can rationalise the purchase or b) when I’ve run up to the limitations of the 20D.


Way too organised

Bah, HumbugI’m beginning to worry about myself now. Following on from a couple of conversations with Herself over the weekend about stuff for next year, I’ve just ordered her main pressie for the Festering Season™. This is notable because it’s far more organised than I usually am.

Now OK, I’ve at least waited ’til after my birthday to do this, but it’s all a bit of a surprise, seeing that I normally don’t even start getting organised for the Festering Season™ before December. At the same time, this week we’ll also complete the pre-order stuff for the Christmas Day lunch, and can get that all delivered and sorted.

All in all, it’s just a bit of a shock to the system…


Current Data

I’ve just had a call from an electricity board, wanting to know if I had an account with them. Turns out that I do, in Norfolk – they’re the ones we currently use.

However, this call was based on my address in – um – Manchester. Not even the last address in Manchester, but the previous one. Which makes the data, to my reckoning, at least four years out of date. Nice to know that these records are kept current (pardon the pun) isn’t it?

Or maybe it’s just time for me to change my mobile number. I’ve obviously had that at least as long.


And visitors had they none

For the first time in years, last night was blissfully quiet. No trick-or-treaters at all darkened our door.

Now, I may be a grumpy old bastard (to paraphrase Gordon) but that’s fine with me. Last year at Hallowe’en we had about fifteen knocks on the door, each of which sends Hound crackers, barking all over the place.

This year? Nothing. Not a sausage.

And we still haven’t heard even one firework.

This living in the country lark is shaping up nicely…


Business Banking

Many moons ago, I opened a business account for the limited company I had at the time, and it all turned into an utter nightmare. The problems primarily spouted from the fact that my personal current account suddenly came under the control and “management” of the business banking people, which led to huge screwups all round. I finally closed that account back in ’05 after roughly two years of absolute hell.

Anyway, with that experience in mind, I’ve so far avoided getting a bank account for my wee business. But it’s coming to the point where I need to, so I’ve been doing some checking around, looking at fees, costs, and all that malarkey. It’s duller than shit, of course, but still stuff that needs doing.

Of course, based on my previous experience, I’m avoiding RBS like the plague because I still do my personal banking with them. So one of my primary requirements – if not essentials – for any business banking account is to make sure that the relevant bank doesn’t then insist that I have to have my personal banking with the same bank. Even if I had wanted to stay with RBS, that requirement would kill their chances.

I’m still looking around the various tosspots members of the banking community, but so far HSBC are looking like a good candidate. Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d find myself saying.


TV dramas

Or, more accurately, dramas about TV.

Now, what I want to know is how come “30 Rock” managed to get itself renewed for another season, while “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip” got canned after one season.

30 Rock is (in my opinion) one of the most unfunny shows currently on TV – alongside BBC’s “Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle” – while Studio60 has kept me consistently amused and interested.

Strange, the way the dramas we like are the ones that America tends not to.


Train Seats

There are some occasions where being a bastard really amuses me – and one of those occasions is when I can upset selfish tosspots on the train.

Yesterday morning was a prime example – the train was busy, with no free pairs of seats. Not that I need a pair of seats particularly, but if there’s a free pair, you sit in one of them rather than cramming in next to people. If there isn’t, hey ho, you just have to sit next to someone. No big deal one way or the other, really- or at least, that’s my attitude.

However, there were a couple of tables where two people were trying to fill up the entire four seat with their stuff, and that always annoys me. If you’re going to do that, pay for all four tickets. Or pay to sit in first class – there’s no other sod in there most of the time, so just go for it. But just trying to block up the seats with a bag, or a jacket, that’s always going to be a target for me, I’m afraid.

So that’s where I sat. I was polite, I didn’t intrude into their conversations, I just sat and got on with stuff on the laptop. But man did it annoy them to have their nice plan to secure some space ruined. As the man said, “My work here is done”.


Epic Spam

I don’t normally allow spam comments to stay on D4D™, but this one is just so mad (and wordy) that I thought I’d leave it on the site.

Absolutely irrelevant, but it’s stupendously funny all the same. In fact, it’s actually worth reading – just don’t bother clicking on the links…


Still Stinky

It’s fairly well known that I’m already deeply cynical about the entire Madeleine McCann thing – I’ve whittled on about it before now, and will probably do so again.

Anyway, is it just me who thinks it’s even stranger to now have an ‘artist’s impression’ of someone supposedly abducting her where

“The artist’s sketches show a man with dark, greasy collar-length hair and wearing a purple or maroon top with beige trousers, carrying a child.
The images were drawn by an FBI-trained forensic artist using details from a friend of the McCanns.
The friend saw the man but did not link him to the disappearance at the time.”

Quote from the BBC story

Maybe I’m assuming too much (again) but to (supposedly) spot someone carrying a child- a child that was dressed in the same pyjamas as the missing girl – and ‘not link it to the disappearance’ is just bollocks, and smells like someone lying an alibi…


Cutting the Wrong Thing

File under: Bizarre and “Eh?”

A Tyneside father is trying to get a hospital to allow him to cut the umbilical cord when his child is born. Fair enough – although the local NHS trust has a policy that doesn’t allow people to do this, and has done since 1997.

But the bizarre bit is the reason for this policy to have been brought into being. From the news story…

“In 1997 South Tyneside NHS Trust banned relatives from cutting cords after a baby’s toe was accidentally cut off.”

What?!?

Maybe I’m missing something – not having been present at the birth of anyone, for example – but how the fuck can you cut off a toe “by accident” while cutting the umbilical cord? Even on a really small baby, there’s still a fair bit of distance between the two, surely?


Legalities

I haven’t written a great deal about this yet (and there’s still a big ranty post in the offing about it) but it’s finally beginning to look like I might get paid for some of the work I did back near when we moved into the new house.

It’s been an absolute nightmare, but basically the client got the work I’d done, declared it OK, then when the invoice was sent out by the umbrella company that I use, refused to pay it. All of a sudden, despite a number of emails saying “that’s fine, send the invoice, we’ll pay it” (which, thankfully, I’d kept) the work became unacceptable, and they were disputing paying anything at all.

The umbrella company haven’t been great in this either – despite me being the person paying for their so-called “service”, I’ve been the one having to chase this every inch of the way. Yes, there’ll be a solid letter going to them once we’re all done, believe me. It’s taken a lot of calls to get things done, but I’ve now been told that they’re actually (finally) taking the guy to court to get him to pay up. Hey, it’s only taken five months so far.

It’ll be interesting to see what happens now. I still have a vague suspicion that this isn’t all done yet, and that things are still going to be a pain, but at least I’ve now got the support of the umbrella company, and they’re doing something about it.

I’m not going to go into details at the moment for obvious reasons, but at least things finally seem to be progressing. When I got the contract, this client wasn’t overly happy at going through the umbrella company for the work, but I’m glad in this instance that I stuck to my guns – otherwise it would’ve been even more of a nightmare, I suspect.


Rugby Final

So, England are in the final of the Rugby World Cup, and play South Africa. For once in my life, I actually ended up watching both games – and bearing in mind my comprehensive lack of knowledge, as well as being aware of being supposedly “unpatriotic” I have to say, I think England are going to receive a serious kicking next Saturday.

To me, the South Africa/Argentina game on Sunday was a far ‘better’ game than the England/France one, and the gameplay by South Africa was far better than England. Now OK, I realise that “points are points” regardless of how they’re scored, but England currently seem to rely primarily on penalties and drop goals rather than the tries and conversions that are (in my novice opinion) the ‘bread and butter’ of the game.

South Africa relied more on tries and conversions, and knocked up the points accordingly with four tries, and four conversions – although admittedly they also scored from three penalties. England scraped through (until the last five/ten minutes) with a scrappy game where they scored one try, no conversions, and two penalties. In the earlier game against Australia, all the England points were through penalties.

Maybe I’m naïve – it wouldn’t be the first time, when it comes to sport – but to me, South Africa currently seem to be playing a more rounded game of rugby than England do, and I suspect that may influence the result next weekend.

Of course, I could be wrong too – again, not the first time- and if so, I’ll be the first one to say “I was wrong”.


Home Work

Yesterday I was officially working from home – we had the plumber coming round (again) to finally fix the heating system so that the hot water is also done through the heating system, rather than using the bloody immersion heater.

It meant that I got a fair amount of stuff done (as usual) in addition to dealing with the plumber. So that’s all good.

I was supposed to be working at home today too – it’s my day off from work, where I should be working on my own stuff. Oh, and going to see the Cowboy Junkies in concert at the Royal Albert Hall tonight. But that’s pleasure, rather than work. (obviously)

However, I’m going to be going in to work first thing today. Things got screwed up yesterday, so I’ve got to go in and fix it. Technically, I could leave it ’til Thursday but well, it’s better if I go in on what’s supposed to be my day out of the office. Again, a number of reasons for this that I’ll go into in a different post. But yeah, it’s for the best, even if it is a pain in the chuff.

I won’t be in all day, though. Just get stuff fixed, deal with whatever needs dealing with, and leave so that I can be home again. Calls to make, people to talk to, all that guff. And all with the addition of massive point-scoring. Definite bonus.


Let the train take the strain

I saw yesterday in the news that apparently the route I use to get to work is a huge success, with 35% more passengers on it per year than originally predicted. Which is great in a number of ways – although not so great in a number of others.

Last year saw the route take 670,000 passengers, which isn’t bad for a fairly rural/provincial service.

But, if the route is so successful, and (if you average out the costs of travel at £10 per passenger – which I reckon is probably a conservative estimate) has already repaid the original investment would it be too much to ask to have trains of three or even four carriages, rather than the current standing-room-only rigid-in-peaktime trains of only two carriages? It’s not like the platforms can only cope with two carriages, and it would probably persuade a lot more people to use the service on a regular basis.

As it is, the service is OK – depending on when and where you get on the train. In the mornings, I’m lucky now to get a free table, although on the way back it’s not to bad (for me, anyway) as I get on the train as soon as it pulls in, rather than trying to jam myself in at the last possible second. But for many people that’s how they see the peak-time service – as one equivalent to a commuter train to London, jam-packed and standing room only.

If One Trains repaid some of the customer/passenger investment by adding an extra carriage or two, the service would be just as well used – and probably more so – but with a considerable lessening in the number of customer complaints.

You’d think that would make sense, wouldn’t you?


1 Month and Counting

Blimey, one month today and I’m going to be thirty-fucking-six.

Doesn’t time fly?


C-List

C-List Blogger

According to this checker D4D™ has somehow managed to become a “C-List” blog. Far better than I’d have ever expected, to be honest. After all, D4D™ is well reknowned for its content – sweary, cynical, and of little or no interest to the world in general. (Well, except for the co-proxamol post and the one about Royal Mail redirection, of course)

Of course, all this ‘A-list this’, ‘B-list that’, “Z-list the other” is still a complete load of old balls, but hell, it amused me…


Time Flies

October? How the hell did that happen?

Time sure flies, and 2007 seems to be doing more flying than ever…


Wireless Printing

Because of various changes in the set up at home, it means we’ve now got three computers in use, and only one printer – which needs to be connected to the PC. OK, it’s fine if the PC is connected, but in general either one or both of us is using a laptop, and we don’t use the main PC.

So the time has come for the printer to go on its own little wireless print server, which should mean we can print without needing to have the main PC on.

And that’s one of the things I’m going to be doing today, getting the wireless print server set up. Depending on how things go, swearing may ensue…


Mince Pies

Bah, HumbugYesterday, while stood in a queue at the Marks and Spencers food store at Cambridge Railway Station, I noticed that they had mince pies on the shelves. In September. Hell, the “use by” date was the end of October.

The garden centres we use have been stocking up on Festive Tat, and their Christmas departments both open next weekend. Yes, October 5th/6th.

It’s going to be a long three months…


Self Defence

Apparently, Jack Straw wants to overhaul the self-defence laws, and “eliminate the grey areas in the law”. Personally, I have no problem with this, and fully agree that it needs doing.

However, rather than simply clearing things up, I personally would opt for the following:

Anyone who breaks into your house absolves all their personal rights at that point

In other words, anyone breaking in accepts responsibility for their actions, and has no personal rights once they’ve broken in, and the householder can take reasonable action to protect their property.

Works for me, anyway.


172mph

I find that I’m completely infuriated by the 10-week jail sentence handed down today to the man clocked at 172mph in Oxford – the fastest speed recorded by the UK police. Now OK, he also got banned from driving for three years, and will have to take an extended driving test before he’s allowed back on the road – but all the same, is it really a fitting punishment?

Personally, I don’t think so. Particularly when you see that most of the media are focussing on just the 10-week jail sentence, which makes it look like that’s all that the stupid git got.

Now, if I were caught speeding at over 100mph, I’d fully expect to be given a ban, and a big fine. If it were significantly over that 100mph, I’d expect either a *huge* ban, *huge* fine, and potentially jail. After all, I know the speed limit, and if I insist on not “just” breaking it, but smashing it completely, then that’s my choice and I have to accept the consequences.

But a 10 week jail sentence? It’s not exactly a significant deterrent, is it? Particularly when you think that with parole, the twat will be out in five or six weeks. The three-year ban is more of a deterrent, but it’s not really any more than he’d have got for speeding at, for example, 110mph. I don’t know, maybe I’m missing something – but the entire sentence just seems a bit paltry for the speed, and size of the offence.


Commuting Travel

According to this story, a study by the RAC Foundatioin suggests that about 70% of British workers travel to work by car.

To be honest, I really can’t say that I’m surprised. Up until recently, I’ve always commuted to work by public transport- whether that’s bus, train, or both. It’s been very rare that I can walk to work, and also pretty rare (until moving to Norfolk) for me to drive to work, although that’s primarily due to the fact I’ve only owned a car in the last six months.

While I was in Manchester, it was always far easier to use a bus than to drive in to work. Cheaper, too- by a massive margin. The amount I paid for a weekly ticket into the city centre was about the same as I’d have paid for one day’s parking. Even when I started working in Oldham, and doubled by weekly bus-ticket costs (due to needing tickets from two bus companies) it was still significantly cheaper. Mind you, the service by First Bus from Oldham was fucking abysmal, which didn’t help – but it was still easier than doing the run by car.

In Bracknell (the only place recently where I could walk to work for some time) I didn’t drive to work- the train to Wokingham (once I’d moved from the walk-to-work place) took 10 minutes, and would race past the daily traffic jams on the A329(M) every day. Again, it cost me about £10 per week to do – and parking for the day in Wokingham would’ve run to about £6 or so, which made it cost effective.

When I started here in Cambridge, I was still living in Bracknell, and used the train to get here and back every week. If I’d been driving it would’ve taken me about as long as the train journey, but if I’d had the choice, I’d have used a car – just lugging a week’s worth of clothes on the train every week was a pain in the arse, and would’ve been far easier in a car.

Since we moved to Norfolk, I do still tend to use the train most of the time. As I’ve written before, it takes a bit more time door-to-door, but does have the advantage of giving me extra time to do work, and the like. Works for me.

This week, though, the train line is being fixed/maintained/repaired/whatever along a large section of the train route, which is being replaced by buses. So I’m driving in this week, because it’s easier.

But if Attleborough wasn’t on the main train line to Cambridge, or if I worked outside the city centre, I’d be driving it every day. There would be no point in using public transport, because it would make the commute unfeasibly long. When I change contracts, if it’s a place off the beaten track, I’ll be driving in.

Reports like this that then say people should use more public transport are all well and good, but before anyone is able to get the majority of people onto public transport, the infrastructure for it has to be there – the services have to be reliable, on-time, and regular. More importantly, they have to go where people want them to go – there’s no point creating a huge business park that doesn’t have a good bus service, for example (and believe me, I’ve worked in a few of those).

Until the infrastructure is sorted out, people won’t use it. And until people start using it, the companies will say there isn’t the demand for the infrastructure to be expanded. Good, innit?


Cost-cutting

This story about two Police Community Support Officers (PCSOs) who stood by while a child drowned ‘because they weren’t trained for it’ goes to illustrate (yet again) an oft-repeated question- Just what use are PCSOs, anyway?

In short, they’re no flamin’ use at all. They don’t have powers of arrest, they can’t stop and search. Really all they are is extra bodies that count towards “police presence”- without being able to do anything that’s actually useful. Except, I suppose, from directing people to the nearest police station in order to report a crime.


“Observant”

I’ve been using online banking for years now. I look at it at least every couple of days, and keep a fairly close eye on what’s coming in and out of the account, which means I also look at the online statement on a regular basis.

A lot of the transaction details start off with four numbers, something like “8217 iTunes”. I’d never really paid attention to them, just figuring that it was some kind of bank code. In a way I was right.

You see, I’ve just figured out what those numbers actually are.

Recently, the bank sent me an updated Switch/Maestro card- nice of them, considering I hadn’t asked for it- which (obviously had a different 16-digit number on the front to the one I already had.

Yes, the four numbers on the bank statement are the last four on the card. Turns out I’d forgotten to update the card details on my iTunes account, so the old card (which should’ve been “immediately cancelled once I started using the new one”, according to my fuckwit bank) was used when I downloaded some music from them. And lo, the old card’s four numbers are listed against iTunes.

Clever, innit?


21+

In light of this ridiculous story where a 71 year old man was refused alcohol “because he wouldn’t confirm he was over 21 when asked”, I wonder how long it will be before someone else comes forward and says “I’m 16, and the same store let me buy alcohol”?


Offended/Offending

Charlie Brooker, you are a god.


Advent

Bah, HumbugWe went to Sainsbury’s last night, and there, next to the Hallowe’en gear (Hey kids, only six weeks to buy this shit!) were chocolate advent calendars.

In September. I despair. Hell, the bloody fireworks aren’t in the shops yet, but the fucking advent calendars are.

I suspect D4D™ may be going anti-festive earlier than usual this year.


Slack Service – Not

Last weekend I wrote about some of the slack customer service we’ve been dealing with recently.

In order to provide some balance, this week we’ve also had some really good experiences too.

On Saturday we went and saw a local place that supplies wood-burners, coal and logs. We needed some fire tools as well for our wood-burner, but also needed that much-written-about load of logs for our woodpile. We bought the tools, and ordered a trailerload of logs, along with three bags of kindling. We needed a pallet as well to be used as flooring for the wood pile, which they just chucked on, no charge.

It was due for delivery “Late morning, early afternoon” today. It’s already here, and arrived by 8am. Definitely a place we’ll be going back to.

Also, that cycle shop mentioned last week had my bike ready and waiting when we went to collect it- and charged me less than I’d expected!

So yes, all told, fairly impressed.

Now, if the plumber turns up it’ll be a good day…


It’s coming…

Bah, HumbugHow can you tell that winter, and the festering season is coming soon?

Because the TV ads are all for Strepsils, perfume, or things that can be perceived as christmas presents.

*sigh*


Weight Loss- Motivators and Demotivators

After the general success of my weight loss over the last two years, I’ve kind of slacked off so far this year, and I’ve seen the effects of it. Of course, I can chuck up a number of excuses, all of which are at least fairly valid – we’ve been busy with the entire moving (twice), total relocation from Berkshire to Norwich, buying the house, working on the house and garden, blah blah blah. All true, all valid.

But at the same time, well, I just couldn’t be chuffed with going to a gym, or whatever. We’ve still been eating sensibly in general, and all the usual dog-walking stuff and the like, but I still just can’t be chuffed with exercising. The other part was that I was leery of joining another gym after the Holmes Place farago at the end of last year. (And even though they’re now owned by Virgin Active, they’re still a bunch of useless shitbags who keep on calling me to go in and try out the place again now it’s been taken over)

I’m working on it again now, mind you – we’ve just joined up with a new local(ish) leisure centre that’s got the gym, the pool, so on and so forth. As yet we’re just trying it out, and bought what they call a “Leisure Card” which’ll give us about a 20-25% discount each time we go, rather than signing up for a year’s contract again. We’ll see how it goes.

I’m also getting the bike repaired and serviced – as I posted over the weekend, I finally got it in to the local cycle shop, so we’ll see how that does while it’s there.

Working on my motivation is something else entirely. I know I need to lose some weight again, but I can’t deny, I find it far too easy to lose motivation on that score – and the main reason for it is something to do with vanity.

You see, in my head, weight loss should equate with changing the size of one’s clothes. I should be able to go from (for example) a 50″ chest to a 40″ – over time, of course, we’re not talking ‘in four weeks’, or from an XL shirt to an L . That’s what weight loss should do – according to my brain, anyway.

But with me, regardless of whether I lose weight or not, I’ll be in the same size clothes. My build is large anyway – my shoulders can’t change or lose weight, neither can my basic chest-size. The majority of my fat is on my stomach, so even trouser sizes won’t drop – the lower half of my body is actually pretty fit, due to lots of walking, so there’s not a lot to lose there either. Yes, I know I’m shallow and all that, but that simple fact of not changing clothing sizes is enough to demotivate me on the entire thing. Pathetic, isn’t it?

Intellectually, I know I need to lose weight again – my stomach region has grown, and I do want to lose that or at least reduce it significantly again. I know I need to do it, and to increase my fitness at the same time. But I also need to change my perceptions or motivators – I need to find something that makes me want to lose weight, because when all’s said and done, my clothing size isn’t going to change for the better, regardless of how much work I do.


Excuses, Excuses

I love the story of the Suffolk policeman caught (and now found guilty of) kerb-crawling. Mainly because the excuses he gave are so brilliant…

When questioned, Daniel told officers he initially went into Ipswich to fill his car with diesel, before going to look for potential properties to buy in the red light district.

He claimed he was approached by Ms Drewry and decided to ask her to help him find a burger van as he was feeling hungry.

Daniel, who previously worked in the vice squad in Islington, north London, denied soliciting the prostitute and said it would be against his “moral beliefs” to do so.

All followed by the phrase “Aye, riiight…“


On Leaving Facebook

So yes, after my minor rant about Facebook , I decided to deactivate my account with them.

They asked why. I replied.

Facebook is one of the most unusable pieces of crap I’ve ever seen. For instance, I’ve repeatedly tried searching for school friends etc., only to be dumped back on my main profile page every time with no explanation or warning.

As such, I can’t be chuffed with it any more. The “service” sucks – and I fully expect this message to crash too.

Should be interesting to see what they say about that. (UPDATED: I should’ve added there “although I expect it’ll be absolutely fuck-all”)


Long-Term Residents

I must admit, on my first reading of the story yesterday of the couple who have been living for 22 years in a Travelodge hotel (and I use that term very loosely) my first reaction was “Why?!?”, closely followed by “Freaks.”

It’s taken me a good 24 hours to get past that reaction- and if I’m honest, it still comes back to that on occasion. Personally, I couldn’t stay in a Travelodge for 22 days, let alone 22 years. I’ve written before about staying in one, and about their dodgy booking practices (although that appears to have stopped now) – but I have to admit that they’re comfortable to sleep in, if nowt else.

However, seeing one of the quotes from the couple, I can understand their motivation a bit more.

“The Travelodge room suits us so much better than our first-floor flat in Sheffield, which has no disabled access for Jean. It’s important as she now suffers from a bone disease and uses a wheelchair.”

Now yeah, fair enough – their disabled access isn’t bad at all, usually.

But still, twenty-two years in a Travelodge. Fucking hell. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.


Don’t buy from Mesh Computers

DON’T BUY FROM MESH COMPUTERS!

I wish I could say I was surprised by Blue Witch’s tale of woe with Mesh computers, but I’m really not. Over the years I’ve heard lots of similar stories, and Mesh have been long-time residents on my “people I wouldn’t buy anything from” list. (Yeah, I do have such a list – although it’s mainly just a mental one)

Still, it’s always good to have another reminder about them…


Facebook

Recently, I signed on with Facebook. I’m not going to link to my profile, as it’s been related to my company email, and is on that side of my life rather than the Lyle side.

But I have to say, Jesus I fucking hate it. Maybe I’m missing something, but it’s one of the most unusable and non-instinctive pieces of crap it’s been my misfortune to come across in quite a while. Maybe as a techie I just see the downside, or expect too much. But God, I hate the site.

Then again, I said the same about MySpace too.


Ban It?

Yesterday’s “big” news every time I listened was about doctors calling for cage fighting to be banned. Now, while I have absolutely no desire to see a cage fight, I don’t think it should be banned. I feel much the same way about boxing.

In both cases, while the sport is legal, it’s known about. It has support, medical personnel in attendance, rules, and a certain degree of protection and protective gear.

If the fights were to be banned, they wouldn’t stop. They’d just go underground, with no medical support, in illegal spaces, and would just be far more dangerous than the current legal situation. And I suspect that it would cause far more serious injuries – and/or deaths – if it all became illegal.

Personally, I hate boxing and fighting. But I would still far rather it were legal, and to some degree safe, than to see it banned. And that’s what the doctors calling for the ban haven’t thought about at all.


Braindead

Over the last six weeks or so, I’ve been driving from home to work on pretty much a daily basis. It’s given me a lot more freedom time-wise, particularly while we’ve been in the time crunch of heavy workloads while preparing for the site launch and so on.

Since we launched the main site last week, I was supposed to be going back to using the train. I even picked up my season-ticket pass thing.

And then I got halfway to work, hit a traffic jam on the poxy single-carriageway bit of the A11 (which I’ve written about several times before) and thought:

“Bollocks. I was going to get the train.”

The joys of mental autopilot…


Vindicated

Is it wrong to feel slightly smug?

Over the last six weeks, things have been going mental with the site redesign at work, and lots of hours have been put in. The preceding three months have involved me doing a lot of work on the back-end of the site, while others have been faffing with design, wireframes, ideas, and the like. One person in particular has been doing sod-all, but making out they’re the centre of all the work.

In the last six weeks, they’ve been banging on about how all their stuff is done – but it hasn’t been checked in to the version control system, so no-one else has been able to see what they’ve done. And during that time, all my work – and all the work that the other people on the team – has been checked in, visible to all, tested, and done way ahead of deadline. And all the way through, I’ve been saying that the person hasn’t done what they’ve said, and that things will go horribly wrong – each time to be told by others that I’m too cynical, that of course they’ve done what they said, and blah, blah, blah.

So on Friday and today, the day before everything goes live, they’ve been complaining that things ‘suddenly’ don’t work, and it’s turned out that the relevant sections done by this one person have gone horribly wrong, and aren’t actually anywhere even close to completed. In fact, it’s being questioned whether any valid work at all has been done. Everything has turned into a last-minute panic for those sections, and the person has been working all weekend to complete them – as well as working ’til very late tonight.

And it’s been acknowledged that actually, my cynicism was accurate.

So yes, I feel slightly smug. And really rather vindicated. It’s a good feeling.


Shocking News

Stop Press : NPower are cheating extortionist bastards.

Not that we didn’t all know it already, but the BBC News site seems to have caught on to it anyway…


Spammers

This morning, I opened up my email to discover over a thousand returned emails to my business domain name. Ah, not good.

Turns out, some darling spammer had decided to use my domain name as the ‘from’ address. It’s not the first time it’s happened (although that one was from the old D4D™ email address) and they’ve all been deleted now – along with a change to the server settings to stop me seeing them again – but there’s very little else I can do about it, unfortunately. It’s just one of those things.

Mind you, the bit that did amuse me was that I also received one of those spam emails to my normal email address.


Indicators

Recently, a friend of a friend went out and bought a new car – well, new to them, not brand-new. Now, at which of these points would you decide to not buy this vehicle ? (I should point out, one of these is a joke – the rest all happened)

  1. The vehicle in question is seven years old, and has only 24,000 miles on the clock
  2. The dealer knocks the car down from £6,500 to £5,000
  3. The offered warranty on the vehicle is one month.
  4. The dealer says he was thinking of painting it bright yellow, it was such a damn lemon
  5. The brakes seize on the car three days after purchase

So – when would you have decided not to buy it?


Monday 13

It’s just never going to be a good sign, is it?

Monday the 13th.

Most people worry about Friday 13th being a bad omen. I still maintain that Monday the 13th is far worse…


Competition

Damn, I never thought I’d find myself hoping Kanye West sells lots of albums.

Wonders never cease.


eNannying

The story today about a report recommending better laws against ‘e-crime’, recommending that software producers etc. should be made to pay compensation to the victims of ‘e-crime’ left me frothing at the mouth.

Responsibility for protecting users also fell to “the IT industry and the software vendors, the banks and internet traders, and the internet service providers”, he said.

Now I’m sorry, but that is just utter shit. Well, up to a point, anyway.

Personally, I firmly believe that we’re responsible for our own security, whether that is the physical stuff (closing/locking doors and windows, locking the car, that kind of thing) or whether it’s computer security – anti-virus, firewall, security patches, keeping the OS up to date, all that guff. However, I also try to bear in mind that the world is full of fuckwits, so I would like to see PC manufacturers/sellers have some decent (and preferably free) security software pre-installed on all new machines. Mind you, I’d also like to see ISP CDs provide the same kind of thing. And I’m not talking about processor- and memory-intensive hogs like McAfee or Norton, either. And I do think that if you’re provided with a broadband router/modem, then it should be one with a built-in firewall, rather than just the cheapest box they can find. So on that score yes, I do feel that companies should be encouraged to do more to deal with the problem from the start – and to have these things installed and activated by default, without the need to go through shedloads of financial commitments and contracts (McAfee/Norton/Symantec, I’m referring to you) – just have it ready to run from Day One.

But when all’s said and done, that security is still a personal responsibility, not one that should be legislated by government. If you opt for being a fuckwit, not running AV, running an out-of-date or unpatched browser/OS, and then clicking on some dodgy email purporting to be from your bank rather than going direct to the bank website to check it out, you deserve to get stung. I tend to think of it as an idiot tax.

Antivirus-wise, AVG offers a completely free version of their fantastic anti-virus software, which I’d recommend to anyone. Personally, I use the paid-for licensed version, because I think that the software is so good it’s worth the £25 for two years for a single license. (I’ve actually got it licensed for 5 machines, I think – should keep me going)

But none of this internet security stuff is really difficult. You just have to have some kind of intelligence, and not just click on a link in an email, for example. It really isn’t rocket science.

And if you can’t be arsed to run AV, or do just click on that link that says it’ll go off to [xxx] bank so you can change your password, as it may have been hacked already? Then I’m afraid you should be liable for the results of your own idiocy. And I’d say the same thing even if I were to fall for something like that.

Idiot tax – pay it, and learn from the experience.


Amusement

As I’ve said before, if I drive in to work, I have to go on the pox-ridden bit of single-carriageway road on the A11 between Barton Mills and Thetford. If you’ve ever been to the Center Parcs at Elveden Forest, you’ll know the bit of road to which I refer.

Either side of this section is decent fast dual-carriageway road. But this one section is single-carriageway, and slows everything down.

Now, I admit, I do drive fast. In that way I’m totally a “Type A” personality. Couldn’t deny it if I tried. But I only drive fast when I can. If I can’t, then hey ho, I’ll go with whatever speed everything else is going at. And at that level, I’m far more Type B. Go figure. Mr Paradoxical, and all that jazz.

What this means, though, is that when I get to the poxy bit of road, I’ll go with the flow, which normally (well, normal for 6.30/7am on a weekday) amounts to about 40-50mph. Still not bad, so what the hell. However, this enrages the full-on 100% Type A drivers. Yes, you guessed it, I’m talking about BMW drivers. Why are you not surprised?

Today’s example really amused me, though. Mr BMW 5-series had come tanking up behind me, already doing several dodgy overtaking manoeuvres. He then came out and blasted past me, going round a blind curve on the wrong side of the road. Utter, utter tit. (I know, synonymous with “BMW Driver”)

For once, though, the blind curve didn’t knacker him. It was the next overtaking manoeuvre, while he obviously wasn’t being aware of what he was passing. Blasted past four cars, then tried to slam the brakes on in order to get into a gap before the oncoming truck greased the road with BMW oil.

What everyone else saw, though, was that one of those four cars just overtaken was – yes! – a police car, in full regalia. Hi-vis side bars, lights on the top – you know the drill. And so those lights started flashing, the plod pulled out, caught up with Mr BMW, and pulled him in to the next lay-by.

At which point all the other, rather more Type B drivers who’d just accepted that this bit of road is always shit just cruised on past while Mr BMW was sat up, getting a very solid telling off from Mr Plod.

For some reason, my mood is rather good this morning after that. Maybe there’s a connection?


Banking Security

Last week, I received a new debit card from my bank. All well and good – except that I hadn’t requested one.

When I called them to find out who had ordered it, they told me that they’d sent it themselves, as part of an “upgrade” to their security. This ‘upgrade’ involves sending out a new card with a different chip on it, and then at some point they’ll also be supplying me with some kind of card-reader. When that happens, supposedly it’ll plug in to my PC, and then I won’t be able to access my internet banking without both card and card-reader.

And that would all be lovely – except I have a nasty habit of using three or four PCs in any one given week, what with home PC, laptop, work PC and occasionally the work laptop as well. So in a fit of “upgrading” security, they’re making me go through extra hoops of inconvenience, having to carry this extra piece of gubbins just so I can access my online banking.

And when it comes to ‘increasing’ security, all that is immediately failed by the fact they sent out the cards with no warning. In envelopes that obviously contained a plastic card. So how would I have known if it didn’t appear? Simply – I wouldn’t.

So I don’t quite see how that’s an ‘upgrade’ to security…


Strike!

Maybe I’m just naïve, but I really don’t understand how mail workers going on strike is supposed to resolve their dispute.

Royal Mail’s trying to cut costs, partly by laying off up to 40,000 people. Now if it were me, I’d be looking at getting rid of the fuckers that were knackering my business by striking…

But strikes don’t – in my perception – engender sympathy from the public for the plight of those on strike. Instead it’s all “fucking strikers”, and “making a pain in the arse of themselves”, particularly when you start wondering whether they’re also still getting paid full wage while standing around doing sod all.

So how does striking resolve the issue?


Cheat Sheets

One of my colleagues at work emailed me a list of ‘cheat sheet’s yesterday, and among them was this particular beauty – titled “& commands”.

Now I’m sorry, but if you’re going to write a help sheet or reference guide, it’s better to at least use the correct title for the thing you’re doing a reference on.

They’re NOT “& commands” – they’re HTML entities. OK, technically they’re just entities, but I thought I’d specify a bit. I’ve used them in XML, SGML, HTML, and probably a couple of other MLs as well.

But to call them by entirely the wrong name, well, it’s hardly going to reassure me that you know what the chuff you’re talking about, is it?


Spam Mail

Recently, I’ve been getting shedloads of spam email (or it could be viral email, I suppose) with subject lines like “You’ve received a message from a Schoolfriend!”.

In a way it’s quite a smart way to do things – which makes me wonder why it’s not been done before now – and I suppose it’s a development from the entire “See Anna Kournikova nude” and so on that used to pollute the web. But at least it does make you think “Oh, OK, I might click on that” – well, I can see how it would make people think that. Me, I look at the email and see it’s still purportedly from “Lazarus Matthews” or whoever, and then I know it’s crap. (Although some now come via “FreeWebCards” or somesuch, which adds to the ‘reality’ until you look at the email address itself, rather than the ‘pretty name’ and see it’s from zxc@abc.com or wherever)

Mind you, I’ve still no idea what this particular bunch of spam is advertising or what information it’s trying to get hold of – but I can at least see why people would click on this one in the mistaken impression that someone had emailed them…


Real or Fake

I must admit, I really don’t get the entire hysteria about ‘faked’ TV programmes. (the latest one is here, about the ITV documentary of a man dying with Alzheimers)

Now while I fully understand the problems with the ‘live’ TV shows with the faked winners of phone-in prizes, this supposed revelation that TV programmes are cut and edited to show a certain story – or cut and edited to link things together that didn’t actually happen at the same time – is (to me, anyway) a complete no-brainer. After all, how fucking stupid would you have to be to think that – for example – David Attenbrough is just walking around finding all these super-rare animals? Or that he’s the one diving with sharks, whales etc.?

To me, documentary programmes are actually the worst culprits of the lot (as Matt says in his comment on Dragon’s semi-related post) – where a so-called survival “expert” appears to have been in the wilderness for days surviving by drinking rancid horse piss or whatever, when he’s actually shacked up overnight in some hotel. But at the same time, again, what form of crackhead would actually believe he’s out there ‘alone’ when there’s a bloody huge TV crew around him?

I really don’t understand why all this crap about “TV is lying to us” is coming up now. It always has lied to us – well, since the invention of video-tape, anyway, as that’s when TV stopped being broadcast completely live. Every non-live programme is recorded, cut, edited and hacked about until it bears little (and sometimes no) resemblance to what actually happened. With dramas and so on, you know it’s fiction (OK, you’re supposed to know it’s fiction) and thus prone to cutting. But the documentaries and docu-dramas are still, to some degree or other, also fiction – they merely show portrayals as the director wants them. It’s not reality. Never has been, never will be.

Actually, one of the more interesting things about Attenborough’s “Planet Earth” series (I think that’s what it was called) was the ten minute mini-documentary bits at the end of each episode, which went some way to showing that a) it’s not all just David Attenborough finding all the animals, and b) that it could take days, weeks or months of filming before finding that elusive animal/bird.

But in the meantime, anyone who thinks that documentary programmes on TV are filmed as is, and are accurate portrayals of reality, well, they’re just delusional crackheads in the first place.


Regular Dumping

You really have to wonder about some people, don’t you?

Not content with taking a shit out in public, this guy apparently made a habit of it, ‘regularly’ getting caught short. Sorry, but if it’s a regular occurrence, then be prepared for it, you know?


Delivery Details

As I’ve mentioned before this week, a couple of weeks ago we ordered a couple of water-butts from Greenfingers.com. Because they were likely to be delivered while we were both out at work, I also left a note in their “special instructions” part of the order process to say that if we were out, then it was fine to leave them in the garden behind the house. All well and good.

Anyway, I got a call from Greenfingers, telling me they were going to send the butts out the next day. Again, all well and good. After that, though, it all got a little bit surreal.

“Now, sir, you’ve added a note telling us that if no-one’s in, the order can be left at the back of the house”
“Yes, that’s correct”
“Well, can you also write the same thing on a piece of paper, and tape it to your front door? Our couriers need to have permission before they’ll leave anything at a property”
“But I’ve already authorised that to happen, by adding the special delivery comments”
“Ah, but the courier needs authorisation from yourself”
“He’s got it. I’ve given it to you, and thus by proxy to the courier”
“Well all the same, can you leave a note taped to your front door?”
“Let me get this right. You want me to advertise to all and sundry that a) I’m going to be out all day, and that the house is empty, and b) that there’s a good chance there might be some good stuff out the back. Do you want me to leave the door open for the courier as well, just to make sure?”
“Is that a ‘no’, sir?”

Now tell me, what’s the point of passing on a special request like that, if it’s not going to make it to the people who’re doing the delivery? And what’s the point of leaving a notice like that on my door?

As it turned out, the water butts did get delivered, and did get dealt with just fine. Even without a note on the bloody door.


Practicality

Over the weekend, we got a lot of small (but necessary) jobs done, some of which I found to be really quite satisfying. It has to be said, I’m about as practical as a teapot made of salt, so it’s been good to have done some practical “DIYish” tasks that’ve gone smoothly, and had good results, rather than my normal disastrous attempts.

One example of this was that we put the rotary washing-line thing back in the garden. And this time we used a different base, so it went in straight. I don’t know how, but the first time I’d done it with one of those poxy ground-spear things, it’d gone in straight up ’til about halfway in- I know it had, I’d checked it with a spirit level – but by the time it was all the way in, it was angled at about 30° Not ideal, as you can imagine – and it also meant I bore a certain amount of piss-taking about the entire thing being utterly skew-whiff.

The new base we got was one that screwed in to the ground – much easier to do, until the last couple of revolutions, at which point it became quite tough, and the supplied lever wasn’t really up to the job. Still, application of another length of steel through the handle rectified that – if there’s one thing I do understand when it comes to DIY, it’s what leverage and/or fulcrums can do.

Secondly – and this was something that I hadn’t previously screwed up – was the installation of two more water-butts, along with downpipe-diverters, so that water coming down the drainpipe from the guttering gets diverted into the water-butt, until it’s full and then it goes back down the drain. All very clever, I’m sure. Thankfully I didn’t design the bloody things, I just fitted them.

And it was remarkably simple. Worryingly so, in fact – which meant that neither I nor herself actually trusted them to be done correctly until we’d emptied a two-litre bottle of water into each gutter. But lo, they worked perfectly first time.

Even more satisfyingly, having installed them on the Saturday morning, when I checked them on the Sunday following the rainy Saturday night, the butts were full. 100L in 24 hours. Not bad at all. Even if it does mean we’ve now had to buy some more, and they’ll be getting connected together to the current ones once they arrive.


Predicting the Weather

While I realise that a lot of the people trapped in floods, or inconvenienced by the stopping of train services etc. aren’t having much fun, I do think it’s pretty impressive the way a number of agencies and organisations have been dealing with the unexpected effects of the weather.

Now OK, pretty much everyone should’ve known that yesterday was going to be exceptionally wet, with (according to a couple of sources) two months worth of rain dolloping down in 24 hours, but the unexpected bit came down to the effects of that rain on unexpected places. Over the last few years we seem to be getting a lot more cases where floods happen in places that’ve never flooded before – or at least have only flooded once every thirty years, or something. Yesterday, who expected that the M5 would be closed because of flooding, for example.

The quote that sums it up for me comes from John Kelly, Oxfordshire’s emergency planner (and what a weird job that must be, always expecting/planning for the worst or most bizarre situations. Hmm, must look at what it involves…)

We’ve ordered 150 sleeping bags from the Army… and some of my staff have gone down to the local Tesco to get things like towels, toothpaste and soap.
“This is part of our plan, this is a thing we plan for, and we make arrangements for, but things always go wrong.
“This is not the first choice of school, because the one we were going to had actually been flooded itself.” (from the BBC story linked above)

Yes, the place that was on the plan to be a safe haven from flooding was – um – flooded.

However, even with (I would expect) most people knowing it was going to piss down all day, how come I saw so many people in Cambridge yesterday dressed in just thin summer clothes, with no jackets, umbrellas etc. ? Did they just think that the prediction wouldn’t happen? Or that it wouldn’t affect them? Weird.


Doh!

I have to say that I do find the story about promoting the Simpsons movie by painting a big Homer next to the Cerne Abbas giant quite amusing.

Then again, I also find the slightly stampy-feet reaction from the local Pagans quite amusing, that “they’re doing a rain-dance, hoping rain will come and wash the ad away”.


Google Cookies

So Google are now supposedly all heroic for saying that they’ll set their cookies to delete after two years (my emphasis) instead of the current setting, where they will expire in 2039.

I’m sorry, but two years is still bollocks. Along the way they also say that two year expiry entails not visiting any Google website in that time.

Now, I use cookies on a lot of sites – they’re a standard thing, after all. But with any site I work on, they’re usually set to delete in 30 or 60 days. Yes, of course if a user re-visits the site then the cookie gets re-set, but still with the 30 or 60 day expiry. If a user hasn’t visited the site in that time, then the cookie deletes, and if they re-visit after that, then they might have to re-set a preference or two.

I don’t understand why a company like Google can’t set their cookie to expire after something sensible, like 90 – or even 180 – days. If someone hasn’t come back in three (or six) months, then the cookie expires. More than fair.

Why on earth would you want a cookie to hang around for two years?


Ha

Victoria Beckham : “It’s exhausting, being fabulous”

How the hell would she know?


Twonkism

I know I shouldn’t be surprised by this – and neither should you – but on occasion, I can be a right twonk.

This weekend was a perfect example.

I wanted to pre-book tickets for seeing Transformers on the weekend it comes out, and to get it done for the Saturday. Only I’m a twonk. So I managed to book it for the Friday instead.

Fortunately, the other people we’re going with can come on the Friday as well. But I’m still a twonk. Just a lucky twonk.


Virgin on the Ridiculous

All I can say is ‘And about time too‘.

I’ve ranted long and hard about Virgin’s shitty cross-country rail service. And now they’ve lost the franchise. Boo-bloody-hoo.

Still, I bet Arriva make just as much of a pig’s ear of it…


Terrorism Bollocks

On the way home last night, I got ‘stop and search’ed in the entrance hall of Cambridge station under the auspices of the Terrorism Act 2000. It wasn’t for any reason, just part of the random shite during ‘heightened’ alerts.

Now, in general I don’t really have a problem with the stop-and-search stuff. I got used to it a long time ago, when I was in the throes of heavy insomnia, and would regularly get stopped and searched at 4am when I was out for a walk. I understand the principles of it, and the Bentham-esque supposed panopticism, where the theory goes that if you are under constant scrutiny, you never know when They really are watching you. It’s the same motive that underlies all the CCTV crap, and many other bits of our current legal surveillance framework.

What I do object to is that when I get stop-and-searched, the search is so cursory as to be utterly fucking pointless. Yesterday’s one was a case in point.

All they did was look in my backpack. That was it. I didn’t have to turn on the laptop that was in there, to ‘prove’ that it wasn’t an explosive device cunningly disguised. I didn’t have to open the bottle of water there, to prove it was water, and not some colourless liquid explosive. They didn’t even open the pockets on the bag – at least one of which was heavy with portable hard-drive, USB stick, headphone cables, metal pen, and some other stuff that had all the hallmarks of a small explosive device. (electronics, wires, small compact box, blah blah)

They didn’t check me at all. I could’ve had weapons on me, small gas canisters (those little gas capsules for CO2, for example) or been wired to chuff and back – hell, my entire belly area could’ve been padding and C4. But none of it was checked.

And let’s be honest, if I were some numpty bent on self-immolation with a C4 waistcoat or whatever, would a stop-and-search have any effect? Would it bollocks. If I were that dedicated/committed to blowing myself to kingdom come, and taking as many people as possible with me, (which I must emphasise to the hard-of-thinking I am most certainly not) then fuck it, the rail station entrance hall is as good a place as any. And ooh look, the chance to take out three or four policemen as well. Bonus.

Would stop-and-search have been of any use in the current wave of so-called ‘attacks’. Would it bollocks. Well, unless they’ve a method for using stop-and-search against oncoming burning vehicles, or ones being driven at speed towards the station.

And when all’s said and done, that’s what I object to – the fact that the entire thing is just staged shit to make people ‘feel’ more secure. It’s got no practical use whatsoever. Maybe iit would’ve had some use f I’d started sweating, or praying, or some other massive giveaway. I doubt it though.


Cynical – yet true

Ah, I do love to see that other people can be as cynical as me when it comes to ‘terrorism’.


Two Titled

I’ve mentioned before that I’m quite a fan of the books by Richard Morgan – I’ve read (and re-read) all of his stuff so far: Altered Carbon, Woken Furies, Broken Angels, and Market Forces.

So I was fairly high on the purchase list for the new novel, Black Man, and read it when I received it.

Between ordering Black Man a while back, and the time it (finally) got delivered, I noticed that there was another Richard Morgan novel coming out – also in hardback, but two months later than Black Man. This one was called ‘Thirteen’ (Or ‘Th1rte3n’, if you believe the typography) so, like the fanboy I so obviously am, I ordered that too. Great, two novels in a short time – that explains the delay in releasing Black Man, and how long it’s taken the new stuff to come out.

I received ‘Thirteen’ (sorry, I just can’t be arsed with the typographical nancing about) yesterday. And it turns out it’s just ‘Black Man’ with a different title and cover.

To me that’s a pretty scummy way to do things. I don’t know if it’s been decided that ‘Black Man’ is a title that won’t sell, or something. But I would have thought it better to have some form of notification that it was actually a rebranded title, rather than alienating Morgan’s readers, and making the book purchasers feel like shit-for-brains arsehats who’ve been taken for a ride and bought two copies of the same fucking book.


Calming Down

Calming Down

After the chaos of the last couple of weeks, things are finally calming down a bit. Some of that is through our own actions, and some of it is through the actions of others.

Firstly, we’ve completed two full rooms of the house, to a point where all we now need to do is buy some extra furniture for the living room, and unpack books and stuff onto bookcases in the office. It’s a good feeling – and the reactions of other people who’ve come round has shown us that the plans we’ve got for the place are just about right. The rooms we’ve worked on (and when I say ‘we’, I mean primarily Herself) look really good, smart, open, and comfortable. If you saw ‘before’ and ‘after’ photos (and you still might) you wouldn’t believe they were the same house. We’ve now just got to complete one more room (our current bedroom, which will- eventually- be the guest bedroom) for the moment, and that now really only needs some painting to be done.

Secondly, the garden stuff is well on the way. There’s not been a lot we could do over the last couple of weeks, with the levels of rainfall, but equally everything is still becoming more manageable. There’s still an amount of work to be done, and most of that will be done in July, but it’s getting there.

And Thirdly, my workload has dropped. Client #2 have received what they wanted, they’re happy, and the job’s done. When I got the contract, it was supposed to be a rolling thing with continuous work coming in, although I was rather cynical about that, and wondered whether that was some kind of ‘sweetener’ to get someone good to do the site, rather than just a two-month contract. Bizarre, but hey. Turns out I was right – the site’s been completed- within timescales and budgets- and all of a sudden there’s no more work coming in, but thanks for the site.

To be honest, I’m not surprised – and nor am I really all that bothered. I’ve been paid for the work I’ve done, the client is happy, and that’s fine. It’s also had the side-effect of giving me some other ideas of my own that can be developed and tried out. Even better, it means I’ve got some time to myself again.

In hindsight, taking on Client #2 wasn’t my smartest move. It pushed up my workload to silly levels (although not quite to the levels of downright stupid – been there, done that, no plans to do it again) – and while normally it wouldn’t have been a problem, when I then also took into account house stuff as well, it wasn’t my finest hour.

Still, all’s done now, and July is looking like it might actually be slightly more sensible. Well, except for social life – we’re away this weekend, I’m seeing Peter Gabriel in two weeks’ time, and then we’ve guests the weekend after. Lessened workloads never looked better.


Setting Up

Ah, I do love it when I have to sort out the PC of a new starter in a company.

Particularly when the IT department in the company are a bunch of smeghead chuffbags, and can’t get anything right.

So far, Windows Update has had to install 57 fixes that IT couldn’t be keffed to do.

As well as that, various useful things (in the context of the work we do, and how this company’s web stuff is set up) like :

  • IIS (Internet Information Services, for those who don’t know- a web server that in this instance runs on the local machine)
  • Subversion
  • Tortoise SVN client for Subversion
  • Firefox
  • MS Office
  • MS Outlook, along with setting up email account etc.

So, nothing important then. *cough*


Access code

One of the things I’m abysmal about remembering is the access code to the wireless network at home. Both laptop and PC remember it now (and the PC even remembers it between network cards, which is useful when one goes tits-up – of which more tomorrow) so I don’t bother so much.

Except when there’s new devices in the house (and currently it’s the in-laws’ laptop), when I need to track down the booklet that’s got it in. Which, having only just moved, could prove interesting tonight, when I’m hunting for it.

If I had any common sense, I’d write a little text file reminder, and dump it somewhere obscure (and emphatically not named ‘wireless network access code’ – although, on second thoughts, maybe that’s so obvious it’d be obscure in itself) on both laptop and PC, so that when I need it, I can just call it up.

Maybe I’ll remember to do that this time…


Conundrum

Hmm, what do you do when you see that your new colleague (who is also your new manager while you’re with the business) is a reader of D4D™ ?

This could be about to make life interesting…


Reminder

Note to self : A very useful reminder about why bad clients can still be good in the long run.

Very a propos right now, I have to say.


DVLA

One of the most annoying things we’ve been having to deal with since moving in to the new house is the residual paperwork and guff that was the responsibility of the previous owners.

As it turns out, the man of the house died back in September last year, which is what prompted the sale. His widow went off to live with relatives, and the place was empty. Now fair enough, I understand it must’ve been nightmarish, but at the same time, there’s a lot of stuff that’s been done (or, more accurately, not done) that is continuing to provide hassles for us.

For instance, the family sold the old boy’s car. Fair enough. Except they didn’t file the relevant paper work with the DVLA, so we’re now getting shitty red letters from bailiff companies and the like about parking fines that’ve been done by the car’s new owner. Of course, because the family didn’t file the paperwork, he’s still listed as the registered owner, and at the address that is now ours.

Currently, those parking tickets are running at about £600, and I’m wondering when more will come through the door. We’ve been able to get hold of the family via the estate agents, luckily, and have been forwarding on the demands once I’ve spoken to the companies involved. And I’ve also told the DVLA that the family sold the car, and it’s now nothing to do with us – so hopefully they’re going to amend the record for the car as soon as poss.

We’ll just have to see how it all goes.

In some ways, though, it’s probably a good thing that the family also haven’t yet set up good old mail redirection, or we wouldn’t have had any idea that this cock-up was going on. Swings and roundabouts, I suppose.


Planning

On Friday, the first stage of our planning application for the extensions to the new place passed through. So far as we know, no-one has complained or lodged an objection to our plans – the notice went up outside our place three weeks ago, and the deadline for objections was Friday.

According to the relevant website information (It’s great, being able to track the application online, and know what’s coming up) we should get the final approval through around July 9th. It’s not the fastest of processes, but that’s the “joy” of dealing with local authorities.

In fairness, it’s also quite a lot faster than I’d been led to expect. In the previous place, our neighbour told us he’d made the initial application for planning permission back in January, and the council hadn’t even processed it ’til the start of April. In fact, his notice about plans, and the request for objections went up only a couple of weeks before ours.

So far, we’ve been lucky (or organised, I’m not sure which) in that we’ve had an architect draw up the plans, and do the planning submission for us. It means he’s known what we want, and how to get it through planning permission. And if it goes through without a hitch, well then, I will consider his fees (when he eventually sends us a bill) will be well worth it.


@Media Aftermath

Yeah yeah, I know, I haven’t written out my thoughts on the two days of @Media yet.

And I won’t get round to it today either, as I’m currently swamped in the backlog from those two days away from the office.

Still, that’ll all be out of the way by the end of today, so then I can perhaps get on with current stuff instead.


Ulterior Motives

I truly don’t care one jot about Big Brother at the best of times. So far I think I’ve seen maybe 30 seconds of the new series, while flicking through channels.

I truly disliked the entire hysteria and unpleasantness around the racism claims from the last season of Celebrity Big Brother, although to some degree I also find the current paranoia about any further racism claims to be very funny, especially when one considers that the initial plan for Big Brother was to show people “as they truly are”.

However, in this week’s micro-fight about racism, I find it truly objectionable that the story has given all the media the supposed ‘right’ to print an offensive slur, and all the while dress it up as “news”.

Hypocrisy at its finest.


Disappearing Client

A while back now, I took on some work to redesign the ‘new season’ area for an online clothes boutique. It was all very “we need it now”, but at the same time utterly disorganised, and with some truly horrific stuff going on behind the scenes, which made it remarkably difficult to “just slot in” the new season’s items, even without the necessary redesign too.

About five or six weeks later, having worked fairly hard on it – although not having done the (to me) necessary additional work of putting the entire thing into a database-driven system- and having got everything in place (design, new products, blah blah) I contacted the client, and said I was ready to go.

“Oh,” he said “You were taking so long, I ended up getting the design done by someone else. Now they need to ‘just slot in’ the new products.” Fair enough, I thought – I’ve done some work on it, but it’s not the end of the world, so I actually didn’t charge for the work I’d done. Equally, I didn’t send the stuff I’d done through to the end client. It’s ended up relinquishing on my hard drive, and nowhere else.

That was two months ago.

Amusingly (to me, anyway) that client’s new ’boutique’ is still not there. In fact, it now doesn’t even have the holding page, it’s just a “403: Forbidden”. He hasn’t been in touch with me, and that’s his decision.

From my side, OK, I could’ve charged for the work I’ve done. But at the same time, I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything either. If I’d shown them a demo, and they’d plundered it for their own needs, I’d be pissed off, and would’ve charged them. But when all’s said and done, I’ve lost nothing except maybe some work time, when I wasn’t doing much else anyway.

The client, though, has now lost four months of sales, and the stock they bought in will shortly be ‘last season’. Because he was in such a huge hurry that a month took too long, he’s lost far more than he would’ve spent on what I did.

Funny how things work out, isn’t it?


No wireless

Today and tomorrow, I’m going to be at the @Media conference in London. Bizarrely, this means I’ll actually be online less than usual. Why?

There will be no wi-fi during the conference, for various reasons. For those who really can’t live without it, they will find that the entirety of Upper Street, the mile-long road on which the conference venue is located, sits under a free-to-use wi-fi cloud. The interwebs can be accessed on the steps of the venue and in numerous cafes, bars, and restaurants nearby.

(From an @Media email earlier this week)

Most bizarre. Still, it’ll probably make for more people paying attention to the presentations etc., which wasn’t necessarily the case last year.


2012 Logo – Again

OK, I think this’ll be the last post on this subject. Probably.

Anyway, if you’re geeky and know about the goatse site, check out this Youtube video of the report on BBC London about the logo. Do not have any drinks near you at the time – let alone be drinking them.

And finally, I have to say that the logo below (designed by James Wren) is by far my favourite from the selection shown on the BBC’s site

Decent 2012 logo

Talking Point

Looking at that fucking horrific logo again today, I’m reminded of a quote from “Only Forward” by Michael Marshall Smith, which went something like this:

It had been designed as a conversation point.
I think that the conversation it was designed to bring about was something like
“What the fuck is that?
“I dunno. Let’s burn it”
“Good plan”

Although the description “It looks like Lisa Simpson giving a blowjob” is brilliant, and made me laugh out loud.

And at the end of the day, it’s a far better description than the official “It symbolises the Olympic spirit and the ability of the Games to inspire people to take part – not just as spectators, but as volunteers, in the Cultural Olympiad and more.” load of bollocks.


2012 Logo

OK, now just what the fuck is the new logo for the London 2012 Olympics supposed to be representing?

logo for London 2012 Olympics

The old logo with the outline of the Thames running through it at least made sense.

This one looks more like a four-year-old has been playing with pink post-it® notes and scissors…

EDIT : Ok, having looked at the logo a bit more, I can now discern the ‘2012’ in the pink bits of the logo. So it makes a bit more sense now. Still looks like shite to me though. Then again, I’m neither a designer nor a marketer.


Moving Phones

I should’ve known that the efficiency of BT in the last move was an exception, rather than a rule. I should’ve chased them up more, I know.

I was lulled into a false sense of security by someone who sounded efficient, but wasn’t.

So on Friday when I tested the old phone number at 3:30pm, and got a ringtone, I thought “Oh, bollocks.” So I rang BT’s Moving Home department, and eventually got through.

“Oh, I don’t know what’s happened there – the system seems to have decided that there was a problem with the order, and then we didn’t tell you about it”
Yeah, no shit. At 4pm on a Friday, imagine how happy that makes me.

As it turns out, the order had got completely lost in the system. No idea why, and no-one can tell me, either. Bunch of tossers.

But in fairness to them, within 2 hours of being told, the landline had switched over to the new number and the new place without any further hitches. That bit is simple, by all accounts. (Doesn’t explain why it takes them two weeks notice usually, but there we go)

Broadband, however, is a problem. Supposedly it takes five working days, regartdless of anything else. It’s incredibly annoying, but again it’s one of those things where there’s really nothing I can do except wait. Oh, and phone them on a daily basis to see how it’s going. *grin*

But ’til Monday June 4th, it looks like I’m stuck with slowband. And oh God is it slow, after being used to ADSL for the last four and a bit years…


Idiot

Newsflash

I’m an idiot..

Hey, like tell me something I didn’t already know…


Aerosol

This morning, when I got to work, the lift stank of perfume/deodorant. Someone had obviously sprayed it about while they were in there – what the hell, it was early, why not? It was strong enough to make me cough ’til I got out of the lift, but that was it. Nothing special.

Anyway, just in case anyone else complained, I figured I’d let reception know.

And in our amazing Health and Safety paranoid office, this is the resultant email…

[Lyle] entered the right hand lift at [the office] this morning and started to experience breathing difficulties, brought on by the strong smell of perfume present in the lift.
[Health and Safety person in the office] has spoken to [Lyle] since the event and he appears to be Ok.
These events have been reported to health and safety and line managers verbally.
The lift has been placed out of order in the basement until the smell has dissipated, the walls have been wiped down with a neutral cleaning fluid..

I am never reporting anything ever again. I give up.
Bizarre bloody place.


Copycats

I have to say, I find it very amusing that both Eastenders and Coronation Street have both had to alter or rewrite child-abduction storylines because of the missing Madeleine McCann.

I suspect that in both cases the scriptwriters had thought about how to get a high-profile story line – but it makes me laugh that both soaps had come up with the same basic premise…


Delayed

“Sorry I’m late in – some idiot called me at 4am, and I couldn’t get back to sleep”

Am I missing something here? If someone couldn’t get to sleep, surely it’d make sense for them to be in early, rather than an hour late?


Changed Address

At bloody last, my poxy bank has managed to change my address details.

It’s only taken three weeks.

In other news, the credit cards and so on that I have all managed it instantly, online. Even sending off the driving licence parts to Swansea and getting new updated documents back took less time.

Truly impressive.


Missing in Action

I could have written a huge rant today about idiots in the workplace.

For now, though, I’m not going to. I need to sanity-check it first. It may (or may not) ever see the light of day…

But right now, well, let’s just say it’s been exactly that kind of day…


Apostrophe

Signs of when to avoid a company #1:

When you get an email that contains this in the footer…

[Name]
Sale’s and Marketing Dept
[Company]

That’s all I’m saying…


Invisible

One thing I did notice this weekend while driving, thanks to the shitty weather, was how certain cars just disappear in particular types of weather. (And yes, yes, I know, every time I do a long drive, I do a post about driving standards – or lack of them – afterwards. Live with it) With road conditions the way they were – heavy rain, lots of water on the road surface – there was a massive amount of spray in the air, and I realised that white and silver cars just disappear in those conditions.

On the way up, I saw the aftermath of an accident where a silver-grey car (unsurprisingly, a BMW) had obviously been driving with no lights on, and another car (amusingly, another BMW) had come up behind it at speed, and just stoved in the entire back end of the car, run straight into it. I’ve no idea about injuries – by the time I went past, it was only the police directing drivers round the wreckage- but it was impressive.

On the return journey, in the really heavy rain and spray, I was amazed by how many people still didn’t have even sidelights on, let alone headlights and/or foglights. Yes, OK, it was daylight – in theory – so lights didn’t need to be on, but the visibility was so bad, it was worth having lights on so you could be seen, even if they weren’t necessary to see. And the majority of the cars with no lights on were – you guessed it – white or silver. And they just disappeared. You be going along, knowing there was something ahead because of the spray, but you couldn’t see the car at all.

At some points, I even used the fog lights – although I had enough of a memory-span to remember they were on, and turn them off when visibility improved again- because the range you could see dropped right down to about 30 feet max. at some points. And still drivers didn’t turn their lights on. Bizarre. I swear I’ll never understand the mentality of some drivers.


Cross Words

Is it realy sad and geeky if I admit that I like doing the Guardian’s quick crossword online when I get the chance?

Or is it worse to admit that I complete it four days out of six?

You, the jury, decide.

(I’m still crap at the cryptic ones though)

UPDATED : A link to the Grauniad’s crossword page.


IQ Test Necessary

In my opinion, some people just shouldn’t be allowed in a car.

Fair enough, I don’t have a problem with someone being reliant on a sat-nav unit for directions. Hell, I’m using one this weekend, as I’ve never done the drive before. But relying on that sat-nav to tell you “You’re about to get out of your car on a railway crossing” is unreal.

“I came to this crossing at Ffynongain and there was like a metal gate, which looked like just a normal farmers’ gate with a red circle on it. I thought it was a dead end at first and then there was a little sign saying, if the light is green, open the gates and drive through. So I opened the gate, drove forward, closed the gate behind me and then went to go and open the gate in front of me. “

So, go through one gate, stop the car, get out, close one gate behind you, open the one in front. (all the time not noticing the sodding great lines of metal – also known as train tracks- going across the area) Common sense would say ‘open both gates, get in car, go through gates, pull in, get out of car, close both gates, get back in car, continue driving’ – or is that just me?


Change Of Address

Of all the things that need to be co-ordinated when you move, you really wouldn’t think that getting your bank to change your address would be one of the most difficult bits, would you? And in general, it wouldn’t be. Unless you happen to have the Manchester branch of the Royal Bank of Scotland as your account’s ‘home’. And ooh, lucky me, that’s exactly the problem.

In general, dealing with RBS isn’t a problem. I use the online banking, that’s fine. I go into the Cambridge branch, or the Reading one, and everything happens quickly, smoothly, and efficiently. If anything has to go back to my ‘home’ branch though, it goes tits up at high speed.

I don’t know what it is that makes the Manchester branch of RBS into such a bunch of useless bastards, but I do know it’s consistent in its crapness. (Actually, I do have a suspicion about what the problem is – it’s that I had a business account with them as well, and I’ll lay money that somewhere in their system, anything to do with my personal account still goes through the business section)

This time, as with when we moved to Norfolk in December, I called the phone banking section to do the change of address. All fine, apparently. Except that I know they have to send some kind of paper-trail document to the Manchester branch for them to process. Why, I’ve no idea. But that’s the way it is. Joined up banking with the RBS, oh yes.

And when the address change document goes to Manchester, it gets lost. Or mislaid. Or screwed-up and thrown in a bin. I don’t know. What I do know is that it doesn’t get processed. So ten days later, I call the phone banking people again, and ask why it hasn’t been done. Oh, we don’t know – the system says the address has changed, but the Manchester processing centre hasn’t activated it. Why? We don’t know. It must be a small system glitch.

Aye, right. That ‘small system glitch’ is also known as ‘it entered the document black hole called Manchester Processing Centre’.

We’ll see if the change gets processed this time, now I’ve invoked a formal complaint…


Whodunnit

Ever since the story of the little girl ‘abducted’ in Portugal last week started, there’s been something about it (OK, lots of things about it) that smelled bad.

Personally, I think the parents killed her – whether accidentally or deliberately, I’ve no idea – and the entire ‘abduction’ thing has been a ruse to divert attention and provide a reason for the child to suddenly not be around any more. I suspect that the Portuguese police are thinking along similar lines, from the way the search has never really seemed to be all that serious.

All the guff about ‘we left her and her younger brother and sister in the apartment while we went out for a meal – but we checked on them every half hour, honest‘ is just bizarre, especially when the apartment complex has a child-minding service etc.

Of course, I could be A) Overly cynical and B)Wrong – in many ways I hope I am, because whatever the result, it’s a pretty grim and sad situation.


At long last

Seven weeks today, and Blair finally quits..

Frankly, the time just can’t go quickly enough.

However, I assume that the media needs that much time to figure out what to whittle on about incessantly, now that all the speculation about ‘when the lying little weasel-shagger will finally fuck off'(© Me.) is over and done with.


Prediction

I hereby predict that there will be a significant rise in ‘on the sick’ postmen/women in the following towns on Saturday, July 21st…

  • Wallingford, Oxfordshire
  • Huntingdon, Cambridgeshire
  • Faringdon, Oxfordshire
  • Marlborough, Wiltshire
  • Okehampton, Devon

Why? Because they are the towns that Amazon has listed as the places with most pre-orders for the final Harry Potter novel, which is going to be distributed on that day…


Inspiration At Last

Ah, it always comes in the end. This time it was in the form of a letter from a scumbag agency I had the misfortune to register with while down in Bracknell, wanting to move on from CrapCo. Yeah, that long ago.

Bear in mind that since registering with them, I’ve now had two other jobs, and have moved from Berkshire to Norfolk. Which Scumbag Agency knows about, because I’ve told them. Repeatedly, and at great length.

And today? An email about Java developer positions in – wait for it – London, Exeter, and Southampton. I’ve never been a Java programmer- never wanted to be, never will be. Not my thing at all.

Fucking idiots. And I’ve told them that, too. Twunts.


Three-Day

Ah, thank the lord, it’s Friday. And a three-day weekend looms for us in the UK. Currently, this is A Good Thing.

It means I might actually get oooh, at least one day off. Maybe. If I’m lucky.


Pronunciation

One of the things that is just about guaranteed to drive me bananas is people mispronouncing words- and another is verbal tics that are used every sentence or two. One of the people I deal with on a regular basis does both of these things all the time – and, if I’m honest, it probably also doesn’t help that I really don’t like this person all that much for a variety of reasons that I can’t be chuffed to go into.

So every time she wants to say ‘specific’ or ‘specifically’, instead she says ‘pacific’. It’s not a difficult word to pronounce, is it? (Apparently, it is – Herself also does this one, so you’d think I’d be used to it by now. But oh no, not at all.) At least every other sentence starts with ‘Basically’, and every three or four is concluded with ‘Jergetwharramean?’ After a couple of hours, I’m chewing the walls.

The one that amuses me (at the same time as still making me want to kill) is ‘Divole publishing’. Considering that this person works in the realm of content management systems – and is involved in trying to sell them to clients – you’d think that she’d know that the term is actually ‘Devolved Publishing‘, where whole groups of people are involved in the writing and publishing of web content, rather than it just being within the remit of one or two people within an organisation.

As it is, I only have to deal with this particular person every few weeks – which I can only see as a good thing. I think if I were to deal with them on a regular basis, I’d be in serious trouble with the law…

And before anyone mentions ‘pot, kettle and black’, I know that I have plenty of my own verbal tics- I suspect everyone does- but at least I make sure that mine don’t involve mispronunciation, or using words entirely out of context. Let alone making them up out of thin air. ‘Divole’ indeed.


Bridge Jumping

I thought I’d written about this before (although, on searching, it looks like I might not have done so) but in my opinion, the May Day celebrations at Oxford’s Magdalene Bridge have always just struck me as something that should be filed under “Darwinistic”.

Fair enough, the traditional bit involving the Magdalene choir singing at dawn on May Day is pretty cool. But the people (generally students) who then take it upon themselves to jump off Magdalene Bridge into the Thames (sorry, Isis – one assumes that ‘Thames’ is just a bit too common for Oxford) where it’s all of two or three feet deep just deserve to be damaged.

In fact, I’d consider aiming to get some kind of insurance absolution, on the lines of “Anyone who jumps off this bridge is responsible for their own actions, and should not expect to be able to claim for damages or injury caused under any circumstances”

Considering that these people are supposed to be intelligent, you’d think they could figure that out for themselves, wouldn’t you?


Card Processing

One of the jobs that needs doing on the new house is to get the electricity supply and meter moved. Because of the region we’re in, we have to use EDF Energy.

Yesterday we got the quote for the work – some £320 or so – and advice on how to pay it. Of course, we want this done ASAP, so I call up their call centre to use a credit card to pay for it. Ho hum.

Anyway, I (eventually) get through – after 25 minutes on hold – and go through the credit card malarkey with the person on the other end. All fine – I’m never overly happy about giving over credit card details on the phone, but yadda yadda, could be worse. Until the end of the call…

“OK, I’ll take these details over to my supervisor, she’ll key them in, and we’ll get this done for you.”
“Woah! You mean you’ve not been doing this directly into the system?”
“No, we write it all down, then pass it on to our supervisor who’s authorised to enter the details. It’s security, you see.”
“OK, put me through to your supervisor NOW, please”

So I get through to the supervisor, who goes through the process again. She can’t understand why I have a huge problem with giving all my credit card details – including the security number on the back –and address details, and having some divvy little git writing them down before processing them. Then I say “Well, how would you feel if you called somewhere, and they did this with your credit card?”.
“Ah, I see your point. Well, all the paperwork is destroyed afterwards.”
“OK, and what’s to stop – say – one of your call takers from bringing in a sheet of carbon paper (I know, low-tech) , so they write the details down, and at the same time the carbon paper means a duplicate copy has been taken. Do you check for things like that?”
“Um. No.”

It’s all been done now, but I’ll be keeping a close eye on the card account over the next couple of weeks. And writing a snotty letter to EDF Energy about this method of payment processing…


Conclusions

Sometimes, you witness something and afterwards you’re just not sure about it. There’s at least two interpretations of the events, and you don’t know – and likely will never know which one (if either) is right.

This morning, I watched something about as close to lethal as humanly possible. At a junction, a woman on a bike sailed straight through the red light, and was (at most) a couple of inches from being hit full-on by a bus. It was only the reactions of the bus driver that stopped her from closely resembling stawberry jam. With bits in.

For me though, the really grim – or, more accurately, potentially really grim- part was that the woman wasn’t alone on her bike. Behind her seat was a child seat – occupied.

And if I’m honest, it’s that which has preyed on my mind all day. I don’t know – I’ll never know- whether she was trying to commit suicide (well, murder/suicide) through getting hit by the bus (or whatever else was coming through the lights at the time) – or whether she was just stupid, wasn’t concentrating on the road and lights, or what. It’s impossible to tell.


Awesome

Out of interest, how impressed/despairing/sarcastic should I be when I discover that a company has hired a ‘webmaster’ who turns out to have absolutely no knowledge of HTML or CSS ?

And should I then take on any web-related work through that company?


Advertising vs. Truth

The difference between what fast food looks like in adverts and in reality.

Someone needs to get out more. Or less. I can’t quite work out which.


Gun Law

Over this week I’ve stayed intentionally quiet about the events at Virginia Tech. There’s a couple of reasons for that, but mainly while I think it’s fairly shocking, in many ways it isn’t. It’s “just” another example of how America handles (or doesn’t)gun laws and disaffected people, as well as the media hype that explodes around such events.
I do find the entire gun legislation issue in the US to be bizarre, though. The oft-reported phrase about “if there’d been more students with guns, this perpetrator would’ve been killed before he could kill 32 other people” is just a marker of how bizarre the attitude is. Not “Hey, this guy – with recorded mental health issues – was allowed to just go to a shop, tick a box saying ‘no mental health problems’ and ta-da, could buy unlimited ammunition, and a semi-auto pistol. What’s wrong with this picture?‘ No, instead they should have more guns, to stop the gun crime. Because that’s an option that’s worked so well in the past.
However, the UK has also made a mistake. (and yes, I know, I’ve written about this before) Now, when people are saying that the US needs to strengthen their gun laws, they can turn round and say “Well hey, UK, you banned all your handguns, and that has worked really well to stop gun crime from exploding, hasn’t it?” It’s the two extremes – America wants Guns For All, and the UK has enforced (legally-speaking, anyway) Guns For None. And both have problems.
In the UK, we banned all ownership of handguns after Dunblane. Again, yes, a shocking event at the time – but the reaction was pure knee-jerk ‘got to do something‘.
Now, before I get started I just want to say that I’m not a particular fan of guns – I most certainly wouldn’t want to own one. I’ve used guns, shot with them (and done pretty well) in target competitions , using both rifles and hand-guns. I’m not pro-gun, but I’m not particularly anti-gun either.
Before Dunblane, people could own guns. The owners had annual checks against police records, (and would now be checked against CRB records etc. too) the firearms themselves were registered and licenced, and had to be kept in a secure area. More importantly, the police had the ability to knock on a registered gun-owners door at pretty much any reasonable time (Nicely slack wording in itself) and check that the guns were on the premises, in their safe, in a secure situation, and check that the firearms listed on the person’s FAC (Firearms Certificate) were the only ones on the premises. If a gun was sold, the sale had to be reported, along with who it’d been sold to.
After Dunblane, pretty much all handguns became illegal. The UK Government offered ‘compensation’ to gun owners that amounted to about £150-250 per gun – a paltry sum, when you worked out what they’d cost initially. And most gun-owners still complied with those new laws. Although, of course, some didn’t. And so a new trade in illegal guns sprang up. Which has contributed massively to where we are now – where gun crime is still increasing at a depressing rate, but there’s no records of what guns are where, who owns them, etc. etc.
Yes, there’s always been a trade in illegal guns – but licensing, and fairly strict gun control was a good system. It meant that what guns were available were generally kept in secure locations by people who had regular checks done on them. And when most handguns are owned by people who have bought them, who are older and perceived as being ‘responsible’, and do boring stuff like target shooting with them, they lose a lot of the ‘glamour’ that they’re now afforded by the media (by which I mean films, music etc., rather than newspapers)
I suspect that a lot of the current ‘gun culture’ has come about because of their very illegality. To own, or have access to, a gun is to have some level of cachet, some perception of ‘cool’ or ‘clever’ or ‘big’. But no-one knows that you have it unless you display that you have that access to guns. And/or a willingness to show off, and use them.
As the US has repeatedly shown, free access to guns doesn’t work. But nor does no access at all. Somewhere in the middle, perhaps there’s an option that will work. Or at least work better than the current methods.


Dropping Calls – Redux

About a month ago, I wrote about people who can’t cope with calls being dropped while on the train.

There’s one person who regularly gets the same train as me on the way home, and she drives me barmy.

Every bloody day, she’ll spend the journey talking on her mobile (fair enough, doesn’t bother me), but every bloody day when we get to Thetford, and the Land of No Coverage, she loses the call, and looks in absolute amazement at her phone, as if its never happened before.

You just have to wonder whether she thinks the cellular network will upgrade itself if she just keeps on trying…


The 12 Breeds of Client

(via Gordon)

The Twelve Breeds of Client, and how to work with them.

I think I’ve worked with all of them!


Mid-Bench

When I’m working, at lunchtime I tend to go out, get a sandwich from somewhere, then find somewhere to sit and eat it. I like being outside – even in Winter – unless the conditions are just ridiculous. For instance, there’s obviously no point sitting outside when there’s a thunderstorm.
Particularly when it’s sunny though, I find there’s something that really pisses me off. If I’d thought about it, I’d have added it to Month Of The Bastard. (and I probably will do for the next one – because oh yes, there’ll be another one without a doubt) It involves the benches in the local park. Well, wherever I go for lunch – currently it’s Parker’s Piece in Cambridge, but the same appears to apply wherever.
Now I don’t mind people sitting on the benches, and I don’t mind sharing my bench with other people. Amazingly, I’m kind of reasonable like that. But the huge majority of people don’t want that, r don’t think about it – and they plonk themselves right in the middle of the bench/seat. I don’t know if it’s a conscious decision, to be honest, but when you have eight benches, each with one person plonked in the middle and trying to dominate the entire thing, well, it pisses me off.
Me? I sit at one end of the bench. Then anyone else who comes along can also site at the other end, or if it’s a couple, they can sit together. Doesn’t bother me, I don’t mind – they’re public property after all (well, council property, but you know what I mean) so who cares?
But with Mr (and it’s usually a bloke) Middle-Sitter, they’re trying to dominate, to make sure that people don’t sit on the same bench as them. It’s as though the bench is- at least temporarily- theirs, and no-one else can encroach upon it. Of course, to me that’s like a red rag to a bull, so I tend to sit in one of the spare sections. Even if there’s an empty bench just along the way. (Not that any of the Mr Middles ever mentions that) It’s funny as hell.


Stupidity 2 : Email

It’s going to be one of those days where silliness runs rife…

I’ve just received this (at 10.20) by email…

Due to the continuing issues with the mail server we will be rebooting the server at 10:00 this morning. The service should be available again by 10:30. Again, we apologise for any inconvenience.

So, sending out an email to tell people that the email server is down…