It’s a modern vicars and tarts thing.
…but only because she got published in book form.
They could start by putting some useful information on them. Try finding the opening times of the parking office on Lewisham Council’s website, for example.
I just realised – my third blogiversary slipped by without me noticing 22 days ago. My first post on this blog was on March 5, 2003.
So, happy third birthday One Man & His Blog. Here’s to many more…
Just time for a quick post before bed.
One of his interviewees made the point that keeping a diary changes the way you live. You start behaving in different ways, saying things you wouldn’t otherwise say and generating opportunities to make your life more interesting, just so you can record it in your diary. It’s an interesting idea, and it’s one that can extend to blogging, I think. I’ve certainly gone places and done things just so I can photograph them, or blog about them. And I’m struggling to see this as a bad thing. In an age when many people just passively consume what’s fed to them through the TV, anything which forces you to make your life more remarkable has to be a good thing, doesn’t it?
Compare and contrast:
While there’s much to quibble with in the second article*, it’s still an interesting exercise in perspective, and looking outside a niche.
*For instance, just because a phone ships with MP3 playing capacity, doesn’t mean it’ll be used, whereas an MP3 player is going to be used to play audio files, by default. Thus, the comparison isn’t like-with-like. There may be 90m musicphones out there, but how many are being used for music?
Hospitals are curious places, and I seem to have spent an awful lot of time in them in recent weeks. However, the best part of hospital visits is that you really do get to see human life in all is raw and ragged variety. From the various sports and DIY injuries cluttering up Lewisham A&E on the weekend when I hurt my foot last year (in a DIY accident, of course) to the chavs invading the surgical ward to visit their car-crash friends at the Norfolk & Norwich while Mum was in for her operation, it’s a little slice of modern society.
Today, I was in the cancer unit of the N&N with Mum again, and sat in front of us was a group of old men, waiting for their wives, and utterly transfixed by the screen in front of them. What was on it? Women’s badminton at the Commonwealth Games. Even in your 80s young women in brief skirts still have their appeal, it seems.
And yes, their attention wavered as soon as the men’s badminton came on. Dirty old sods.
Random cameraphone picture from yesterday.
You’ll not that having a fancy Apple keyboard with see-through elements makes this problem worse.
Does anyone else find the whole idea of exorcism in some measure both fascinating and frightening?
An insanely brilliant reconsidering of Star Wars in the light of the prequels.
I’m having a confusing day. I can’t pronounce scion, and now I discover I don’t know how to pronounce Skype. Is it “sky-pee” or “sky-puh?”.
My job can be terribly demanding sometimes.