Yes… I’ve bought my first Christmas tree. Never, ever had one before while living on my own (and this is the second extended period of alone-living I’m in in the last 20 years). But there’s actually space in the living room now for a five-footer, standing on a small table, with the lights built-in. Now, if only I had some decorations…


Back now from my nephew’s christening (well, one of the nephews, anyway).

Brother David and Nephew Ollie.
Brother David and Nephew Ollie.


My DIY skills are pretty good, it’s the measuring, cutting and drilling I have trouble with.

Simultaneous translation

Well, it’s the European Day of Languages today, so…

Happy European Day of Languages!
Glücklicher europäischer Tag von Sprachen!
¡Día europeo feliz de idiomas!
Jour européen heureux des langues!
Giorno europeo felice delle lingue!
Dia europeu feliz das línguas!
سعيد اليوم من اللغات الاوروبيه.

All of which means… don’t trust Google to do your translating. Even I know some of those are wrong!

Dark days?

Not looking good on the Leeds United front. Not looking good at all.

Good grief!

Got an email today, telling me that the web site I manage for 59 Squadron has been short-listed for an award: a CIPR (Yorkshire & Lincolnshire) PRide award!

I’m… shocked.

You can read more about the awards at Posh dinner to look forward to in November then!

Party on!

Well, there you go… one 3,000-word essay and one 2,000-word critique finished, and to be hand-delivered to TASC tomorrow. Although, if we’re being strictly accurate I did take advantage of the ±10% guideline. I think you can guess which way, too…

Still, time to relax now, next (and final) module is in April 2007. Better check the resubmission dates though… just in case…

And so it begins…

I’m doing a course, and the discussion turned to online communications and blogs and suchlike. Me being me, I mentioned that I’d set up a few of these things in the past… then had to admit that no, actually, I don’t have a blog of my own.

Well, now I do. There’s one born every second, apparently; who am I to swim against the crowd?