The BBC’s new green-ink bucket, for all those annoyed-from-Surbiton ranters who didn’t pay their licence fee to have something-or-other apparently forced into their eyes at gunpoint, is Newswatch. It’s only been going a few months, and the web site is even newer I think. Amongst other things they have so far confirmed that Vanilla Ice’s pet wallaroo is not, in actual fact, a cross, and that the French president is not Tony Blair’s spokesman.
But I like the A-Z list of correspondents (bottom of page).
Yes, I can see all the letters A-W (no X, Y, Z unsurprisingly). But as Eric Morecambe so nearly said, not necessarily in the right order.
This, I feel, is worthy of a correction.
For Andy‘s birthday we went to the Kingston Arms and the Golden Curry. The Kingston now has free Internet access (with a free wireless access point too), so Bob decided to post to his blog.
This is very sad. But not quite as sad as taking a photo of it and posting that to my own blog.
…but different (and Dutch).
(Stolen from jwz)
Just back from the cinema. We saw The Grudge, but we kept wanting to call it The Grinch for some reason.
Typical remake of yer Japanese original. All eyes, burps and the undead. For some reason all the characters kept calling Buffy “Karen”. I couldn’t quite figure that one out.
There are some jumpy moments, preceded by the standard wandering-alone-with-no-lights-on, creaky doors and choice selections from the BBC Sound Effects album of inexplicable noises. I have a very low threshold for films, so I enjoyed it, but to be honest it wasn’t that great. We very much enjoyed listening to the teenagers in the row behind us, who seemed genuinely scared. Ah, the youth of today.
Avaragado’s rating: three strands of hair (not mine)
On the left, a photo taken by my Dad of Chamonix in 1963 (same holiday as the Pont du Gard photo).
On the right, a photo taken by me in March 2003, but from the other side of the valley. If you look carefully at the larger images you can spot a few of the same buildings.
On the left, a photo taken by my Dad of the Pont du Gard Roman aqueduct in 1963.
On the right, a spookily similar photo taken by me just a month ago. I reckon I’m within a dozen paces of the site of the earlier photo.
I’ve bought a new monitor. (My parents’ monitor went bonkers, so I donated mine as it’s a splendid excuse for a new one.)
I plumped for a Dell 2001FP, waiting just long enough for Dell to drop the price by £109. It’s 20.1 in, 1600×1200, with DVI, USB hub, etc. Bit of a hefty beast, but a big step up from 1024×768. Double the dots, in fact.
It’s very impressive. No dead pixels as far as I can tell. I’ve spent the afternoon in dual-screen heaven doing work stuff on the Mac. Mmm, 3,000,000 pixels. The Spectrum had 49,152.
Or maybe I do?
Gah. The turkeys have voted for Christmas.