'When September ends'....now THAT'S how to do a ballad!
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Here I am at the Concorde II, waiting to see Greenish Day (guess who THEY are ought-backing on!) and I'm here babysitting 4 x 12ush year olds. I guess I should be glad that they are all jumpng like loonies and not shagging in the corner (or trying) like I was at their age. In the 80's you would DIE if your dad or mum would yet to come to the local church-hall disco, but counter to popular media preconceptions, I really don't believe that our kids are more exposed to elements likely to cause harm than we were.
I know they aren't drinking Martini, or smoking 10 Embassy, or setting light to pillar boxes like SOME people I could mention...and I know they are all going to get home (because I'm driving).
I also know that this place is probably 30% parents (subtly hanging back at the bar and bitching about the cost of merchandising) and that despite all the 'covert' grown up presence, they're are having a hell of a time.
I've got so sign off now, there is a huge pink rabbit on stage getting 200 Goths dancing to YMCA....man, I think someone slipped something in my coke!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
And why am I forced to practise my halting language skills at a Faux Irish Pub a mere spit from l'arc de Triumphe? Because its the only place for miles (apart from Hotels) that have a WiFi internet connection. OK, so not everywhere is as forward thinking or 2.4Ghz-saturated as sunny Brighton, but the Mayor of Paris has recently proffered his vision of a Paris with 100% blanket WiFi coverage. Yup, he's going head to head with the likes of San Fransisco, New york and Milton Keynes in announcing his ambitions to become fully-wired (wireless) by the end of next year.
Well, roll-on the day I say, because after struggling for 20 minutes with a strange-looking box demanding I 'Mot de Passe' despite the off-hand shrugs from bar staff, I managed to gain access to their (admittedly free) WiFi connection by guessing the password ('cambridge' in case you're ever passing).
And they pronounce it 'Whiffy' over here, so try not to laugh when they say it to you the first time, it gets you crap service for the remainder of your stay, I KNOW!
Useful link : Wi-FiHotSpotList.com
Friday, September 08, 2006
Note to self : practice using the following keywords when riding business-class...
Piece of it
Leverage (F**KING ARSES!)
Big in Brazil/Middle-East/'States (delete as approriate)
Knob-rottingly up my own bum (I invented that one.)
I'm trying to learn a bit of french already, how the hell am I going to learn Bollocks at the same time?
Oh yeah...and as for twats that look like they are straight from Gerald Scarf cartoons telling all and sundry in the loudest voice possible to be quiet when they are on the phone.......hand me the 12-gauge.
I stumbled over LeoL30's Flickr stuff this week, and amongst it was a link to MyHeritage.com....a fantastic little toy!
The idea is you submit a picture, and it does some Facial Recognition VooDoo on Yo Ass, and hey presto....famous folk you look like.
I processed one shot where I was serious, and I came out as Alan Rickman, one with my usual boysih grin (some would say Sarcastic smirk) which became Robert Redford.
Of course, I always suspected I was related to some class acts....
Originally uploaded by benhollingsworth.