... and last night he interviewed me. It was a fascinating chat, and it's intriguing to think that this site was deemed worthy of university research. I can strongly recommend donating your brain to science, not only because because it really makes you think, but also because the hot chocolate was excellent.
Thanks to the Big Man Restless for the 80s pop quiz at the Retro bar last night. He put together the usual marvellous nostalgic selection of music, and my hastily-compiled team of three tried to work out what all the tracks were. We dropped only half a mark, storming to victory with an unexpectedly magnificent 19½ out of 20. Even better, we avoided the booby prize (the Gareth Gates Comic Relief single) and walked off with a much less sugary chocolate Easter egg each instead. To round off a great night I even bumped into one of my brother's best friends from school as well, although it took us a while to work out how we actually knew each other (Is it? It is, isn't it?). His team didn't win though. Sorry, did I mention that my team won?
Reproduced below are the twenty 80s questions. (Well, that's reproduced as as far as it is possible to reproduce a music quiz without music. Questions 14 and 16 really don't work without sound, so have two free marks to start you off.)
How would you have done? Answers in the 'comments' box.
Name the one hit wonders associated with these one hits.
1) Dance hall days (January 1984) 2) The future's so bright I gotta wear shades (January 1987) 3) Never never (November 1983) 4) Twilight cafe (January 1981)
Name that Fruit
5) ...in the title of a Kajagoogoo single from September 1983.
Here are three song titles containing brackets. (What goes in the brackets?)
6) Scritti Politti - Wood beez (?) 7) Culture Club - Time (?) 8) Twisted Sister - I am (?)
What, exactly, are the next twelve words in this Thompson Twins hit?
9)"Somebody's watching me, and now i'm nervous and I shouldn't be. Somebody's got their eye on me, perhaps I should invite him up for tea? We saw him smoking by the newspaper stand, there's something odd about his gloved left hand. Saw him again inside the old cafe, he makes us tense we wish he'd go away"
These songs were all the less well-known side of a double A-sided 80s single. Name the more well-known A-sides.
10) Kraftwerk - Computer love 11) Spandau Ballet - Glow 12) The Jam - Precious 13) Depeche Mode - Somebody
15) Arrange these ABC hits in chronological order
a) Be near me; b) When Smokey sings; c) That was then but this is now; d) All of my heart.
Name the bands.
17) Living by numbers (January 1980) 18) Live it up (February 1987) 19) Living on video (July 1985)
Haysi Fantayzee's Shiny Shiny, The B52s' (Song for a) Future generation and the Human League's (Keep feeling) Fascination.
20) Name the year.
The 7am link(Wednesday): Never my mind my birthday last week, this is far more of a milestone. I am twenty million minutes old today. That's also exactly one third of a million hours. Sadly nobody sent me a card (it would have to have been quite a big card I guess), neither have I received a telegram from the Queen. Perhaps I'll have more luck when I'm fifteen thousand days old in three years time.
(Oh, and a special mention to anyone who's had their 31st birthday recently... one billion seconds is coming up for you soon)
For over 50 years our country, with our allies, has sought to avoid war by deterring potential aggressors. Some disagree as to the means we should use. But whatever view we take, we should surely all recognise the need - and indeed the duty - to protect our civil population if an attack were to be made upon us; and therefore to prepare accordingly.
1) Drinking Water: You will need enough drinking water to allow you to survive unaided in your own home for fourteen days. You are unlikely to be able to use the mains water supply after a chemical or biological attack, so prepare your drinking water beforehand by filling bottles. Any bottles will do. You don't have to go and buy Perrier or Evian or any poncy natural water like you normally do. Tap water's improved a lot over the last few years you know. It won't matter whether it's still, sparkling or has natural spring minerals when you're gasping with thirst after two weeks. Do you realise how expensive it is to fill the bath with Volvic for heaven's sake? Go fill a bucket or two from the cold tap now, before it's too late.
2) Food: Don't forget to watch Delia's new BBC series "How to survive", which will be broadcast on all channels in the run-up to any potential attack. Stock enough food for fourteen days. Choose foods which can be eaten cold, which keep fresh, and which are tinned or well wrapped. Remember that your microwave won't work without electricity and that kebabs tend to go mouldy even before you get them back from the takeaway. Remember that pasta is not a staple foodstuff when it's completely al dente. If the emergency continues, be prepared to eat all the Quality Street in the tin, even the nasty yellow ones that nobody actually likes.
3) Tin Opener: Government statisticians have estimated that, across the country, approximately 12,517 families will enter their protective shelter with copious supplies of tinned food but without a tin opener. These families will realise their fatal mistake approximately six minutes after the onset of terrorist attack, at which point husband and wife will immediately blame each other, start a fight by lobbing the tins at one other and suffer serious injuries greater than any that would be caused by gradual starvation. Make sure this isn't you - keep your tin opener with you at all times.
4) Portable Radio and Spare Batteries: Your radio will be your only link with the outside world. You will need to listen for instructions about what to do after the attack while you remain in hiding from smallpox, nuclear fallout or hordes of rampaging asylum seekers. Don't be surprised if you find that Terry Wogan, Sara Cox and those nice people from Classic FM have been replaced by a serious-sounding bloke with a plummy voice warning you to stay at home because your town is under curfew. However much it may sound to you like the introduction to a Frankie Goes To Hollywood classic, be warned that this air attack warning is likely to be the real thing.
5) Warm Clothing: Go hunt through your wardrobe for your warmest clothing, because once the central heating goes off some of you lily-livered modern citizens are going to discover what it really used to feel like living in Victorian times. This is no Channel 4 historical reality programme, this is for real. Nobody will give a damn whether you're wearing your best designer wear or not, so don't be afraid to wear that hideous green woollen sweater your aunt knitted you one Christmas. It's warm, and in a nuclear winter that's all that matters. You might also want to wrap yourself in black bin liners as a precautionary measure. Not only will this help to preserve body heat, it'll also make disposal of your corpse by the authorities much easier too.
Her Majesty's Government wishes you all the best in these difficult times. We're not doing this to be popular, you know, we're doing it because we believe it to be right. Do remember this while you're decomposing in the cupboard under the stairs. However, we would appreciate it if you could make every effort to stay alive at all costs if at all possible, because the Prime Minister would like to be able to count on your vote in the first election after the emergency situation is over. It may be safe to come out by 2006. We'll see you then.
Yours faithfully UK Resilence
Bugger, look at that - it's not a joke after all...
• What's in and what's out?The takeaway latte has become something so typical of people's lives that the UK Government is this week starting to include it as a official measure for the economy. It is joining the "shopping basket" on which the country's inflation figures are calculated.
• Dog breathA TV advertisement featuring a man "vomiting" up a live dog has been pulled after record complaints from viewers. In the ad, a man who has collapsed on a couch is seen to retch and then vomit up a wet, hairy dog. It beat the record of 540 complaints previously set by an ad for Levi's jeans which featured a dead hamster in 1998.
• Under the bridgeThe 19th annual World Championship Pooh-sticks race has taken place in Oxfordshire. Between 1,500 and 2,000 turned out to watch and take part in the event, based on A.A. Milne's tales about Winnie the Pooh and friends. Local girl Becky Aran, 10, from Wantage, took away the first prize of a gold medal and a Winnie the Pooh teddy bear in the individual competition.
• Herring thingsA fish heading for slaughter in a New York market shouted warnings about the end of the world before it was killed, two fish cutters have claimed. Many members of the city's Jewish community are now certain that God, troubled by the prospect of war in Iraq, has revealed Himself in fish form. Mr Rosen seems to have become rather tired of being questioned about his incredible experience. "Ah, enough already about the fish," Mr Rosen said.
The links effect: To celebrate the 8000th visitor to this site, I'd like to thank all those without whom I'd never have reached that total. Half of my 8000 visitors have come here via links on other blogs. Here's the Top 20 linking blogs, by volume of visitors clicking here from there:
The 7am link(Monday): If you're bored at work today, fill your time with this supposedly-simple but surprisingly-addictive game. How difficult can it be to move that blue block out of the hole on the right? Very difficult, as it turns out. Can anybody get past screen 25?
King of Diamonds: I've forked out on a new domain name, so I'm delighted to announce that diamond geezer now has a new (alternative and easier-to-type) web address: www.dgeezer.net (the old address still works fine, by the way). There's also a new email address - see the sidebar.
Queen of Diamonds: Here's some of the domain names I wasn't able to buy instead: •••••••
Jack of Diamonds: "He's so laid back he's just like the Leaning tower of Pisa." And he dances to music. Wow.
It's exactly twenty years ago this week since I passed my driving test. It took me three attempts, not because I was incompetent you understand, but because I realised that the more driving tests you take the more 'driving test anecdotes' you can tell in pubs when you're older.
My first test was the examiner's last before the Christmas break. I toured the special test-designated backroads of Rickmansworth as festive dusk approached. It must be awful to live on a driving test route. You think you've bought a desirable property on a quiet estate, only to discover that incompetent drivers are forever being asked to pull up directly behind the new 4x4 you've left parked out on the road. Near the start of my test I paused expertly to allow an unaccompanied dog to walk across the road in front of me at a zebra crossing. Things were looking good. However my test also featured that very special driving manoeuvre the five-point turn, and so naturally I failed.
On my second attempt I was much better prepared. I was, however, perturbed to discover that my examiner for the afternoon was the infamous Mr 'Failer' Taylor. It wasn't the most auspicious of starts when I couldn't read either of the first two numberplates he pointed out to me, even wearing my new glasses. Never mind, I thought, things can only improve once I get in the car. I drove out of the test centre, turning right onto a major trunk road and stalling the car dead three seconds later, completely blocking two lanes of traffic. Mr Taylor smiled. I restarted the ignition and, as you do when you know you've failed, proceeded to drive brilliantly and without fault for the next thirty minutes.
My third test went far more smoothly. I had Mr Taylor again, but he'd learnt from his last experience and asked me to turn left out of the test centre instead. I managed to avoid running over the grandad lying in the road fixing his car positioned exactly where I was supposed to be reversing round a corner. I took the examiner on an additional circuit of Rickmansworth town centre because the instruction "take the road ahead unless I tell you otherwise" is dead ambiguous on a roundabout that's the junction of three equally-spaced roads. I knew things were going well when, at the end of the test, I was able to tell Mr Taylor what a white walking stick with two red reflective bands signified. And yes, he was pleased to tell me I'd passed, but not half as pleased as I was.
I may have had my driving licence for twenty years, but I've only had a car for two and a half years of that time. Some people buy their first car the day their pass their test and are then drivers for life. Not me. When I write on a CV that I have a 'clean driving licence', it's no word of a lie. I've always tried to live close enough to shops and public transport to make ownership of a car unnecessary. It was only in my last job that I was finally forced by the nature of my work to buy a car - that and the fact that the village I lived in only had five buses a day. I discovered that, it being more than fifteen years since I'd passed my test, I'd completely forgotten how to use a gear lever and so I 'cheated' and bought an automatic. Driving purists sneered, but at least it left me a hand free to turn up the volume on the car radio as necessary. When I moved down to London I sold my car like a shot, and I've not looked back since. My annual tube travelcard costs less than a year's car insurance, let alone the costs of petrol, depreciation, road tax and dangly Magic Tree air fresheners. It's great to be able to walk to places again, rather than having to hop in the car every time I want two pints of pasteurised. Two legs good, four wheels bad.
I have a theory that most travellers divide up into either 'transport active' or 'transport passive'.
• Transport active people always own a car, even when they live somewhere totally inappropriate like central London. They need a throbbing engine to call their own, or preferably two. They have to be in the driving seat because they need to be in control of their own travel arrangements. They make very bad passengers, and would rather take a taxi than put up with the ignominy of public transport.
• Transport passive people like myself, however, are happy to be driven around even if it means they have little control over where they're going. You'll find us sat in the passenger seat of a car, or on the back of a motorbike, or stuck in a tube tunnel, or even taking three consecutive nightbuses home rather than fork out for a minicab at three in the morning. We only drive because we have to, never because we want to.
Which one are you?
Five finger-clicking good links • Last night's Circle Line party appears to been a great two-lap success.
• I know cricket's dull, but has it really driven a Guardian journalist to this? (via b3ta)
• Remember Lunar Lander, the summit of early 80s one-kilobyte micro-computer gaming? Here it is again, but with nuns.
• For all you visual thinkers out there, here's a search engine where the results are displayed in a series of interactive maps.
• Using that last search engine to search for geezer, I found this great dictionary of London slang. It's diamond, it's the dogs.
Since 1985 Comic Relief has raised more than £250 million in its mission to help end poverty and social injustice. Today is the eighth Red Nose Day, and I'm proud to say that I own the complete set of eight smelly / colour-changing / squeaky / hairy / etc red noses. But is Red Nose Night funny? I've decided to sacrifice my social life tonight to stay in, watch the TV comedy extravaganza and report back on how hilarious it isn't is.
7:00 Jonathan Ross opens the show wearing a huge red wig. He looks unintentionally like Cilla Black with a quiff. 7:15 French and Saunders do Harry Potter, brilliantly. I could happily sit through seven lots of three hours of that. 7:25 The first of the heart-tugging films from Africa. Good to see that Comic relief's £250 million is being well spent. 7:30 Gareth Gates sings this year's song. It only just beats the Comic Relief nadir that was 'The Stonk', but surely nothing will ever top the excellence that was Bananarama and LaNaNeeNeeNooNoo. 7:45 Carol Vordeman allows Mr Kipling to pay £¼m for a one minute BBC1 prime time advert for cherry bakewells. 7:55 EastEnders metamorphoses to be cheerful and optimistic, as Shane Richie leads the Square 'Singing In The Rain'. 8:05 Jack Dee is stuck up a pole. Vanessa Feltz serenades him from a gondola. She sounds even worse than the idea was. 8:15 Celebrity Driving School results are in, and every single one of the celebrities failed. First side-splitting laugh of the night. 8:30 Ant and Dec take over and it all falls a bit flat. It feels a lot like ITV1 Saturday night prime time. 9:00 Heat magazine mascots Jack Ryder and Kym Marsh revive Mrs and Mrs with a hypnotic twist (but alas not Derek Batey). 9:15 Will Mellor's future granny-pop career is launched by Celebrity Fame Academy. He's Robson and Jerome rolled into one. 9:30 Vic and Bob aim surreally right over the heads of the target audience, but hit home here. 9:45 Auf Wiedershen Pet (with guest stars U2) aim straight at the heads of the target audience, and right under mine. 10:00 Over to BBC2 for degree-level gownies beaten by sub-O-Level dropouts in a Deayton-hosted University Challenge. 10:35 Jonathan Ross insults children and uses the f-word twice, a great way to get viewers to pledge money for poor kids. 10:45 Robbie Williams sits stark naked on a sofa with tucked-away tackle for a full frontal 15 seconds. And you missed it. 10:50 Rowan and Lenny mercilessly spoof the Jackson-Bashir interview. Second side-splitting laugh of the night. 11:05 Davina does Celebrity Streetmate. A Big Brother winner and an ex Spice Girl? Obviously a loose definition of celebrity. 11:20 Coldplay sing. A major improvement on the 'soapstars sing show tunes' we used to have foisted on us on past RNDs. 11:30 Ricky Gervais doesn't do his Office Comic Relief dance. Mistake, because his video diary is only 5% as funny. 12:00Rob Brydon of Marion & Geoff delivers a monologue about divorce with ad-libs to the audience - this is real talent. 12:15 Our host for the rest of the night is Graham Norton. The tone lowers by about three notches. 12:35 Ten top hairdressers plan to turn ten members of the studio audience into ten Freddie Ljungbergs. Red Stripe anyone? 12:45 The total raised tops £30million, and I think it's safe to go to bed now. Don't worry, I've set the video for the rest... 1:00 The highlights of a week in the Fame Academy, surprisingly entertaining, but would've been better scheduled at 9pm. 1:15 A troupe of 5 bus drivers sitting in the audience do the full Full Monty standing in the audience. Graham sneaks a look. 1:20 A brilliant spoof of mid-80s Blankety Blank, and nowhere near long enough. Third side-splitting laugh of the night. 1:40 The final on-the-night total is £35,174,798. Who cares if it hasn't all been funny if they/we can raise that much? 2:30 My video was timed to switch off twenty minutes after the scheduled end of the programme. Unfortunately they extended it, and the tape cuts out just before they replay Dermot and Cat betowelled in a sauna from a few Red Nose Days ago. Suddenly it's not so comic any more. And no chance for relief. See you back here in two years time then.
The 7am link(Red Nose Day): Go and add a comment here. If Mike gets 235 comments in his comment box before midnight tonight, Comic Relief gets £100.
The 7am link(Friday): If you're not staying in to watch Comic Relief tonight, there's a fantastic-sounding partytonighthere. Your party venue is round the circumference here or, if you prefer that map more geographically accurate, not-so-round here.
There are 68 seats in every District Line train carriage. When there are more than 68 people in the carriage, you have to stand, or maybe lean. There are 16 glass bits you can lean against next to the main doors and there are 2 more doors to lean against at the end of each carriage. When there are more than 86 people in the carriage, you have to stand and hang on. There are 16 metal poles to hang onto in every carriage, two for each door. When there are more than 102 people in the carriage, you have to grab one of the dangly strap things. There are 48 dangly straps in every carriage. When there are more than 150 people in the carriage, there's nothing left to hang onto. When there's nothing left to hang onto, I can't read my newspaper.
When I can't read my newspaper, I have to resort to 'not-looking' at people. This a special skill only found on public transport and in doctors' waiting rooms, involving staring at anything, everything, even the stain on the window, just to avoid looking directly at someone else. This isn't normally a problem, because all the other people are busy 'not-looking' too, or else they're amongst the 150 who don't need to 'not-look' because they can read their books and newspapers in relative comfort.
This morning, for the second day in a row, I bought my daily newspaper, boarded my District Line train and entered a jam-packed carriage containing more than 150 people. For the second day in a row I ended up travelling to work carrying a newspaper I couldn't possibly read. Yesterday I had to resort to spending the entire journey 'not-looking'. Today, however, I'd brought with me that special mini-booklet of 21st century classics off the front of my Word magazine. It was thankfully still possible to read a mini-booklet measuring 12½cm by 9½ cm in a tube carriage containing more than 150 people. This improved my journey no end. I spent my journey agreeing with their choices for the best recent film and trivia book, and now I'm going to hunt down their suggestion for the best theory book. I might even try reading that book on my way into work on Monday, just so long as 150 other people don't have the same idea.
If you enjoyed last month's first edition of Word magazine, and I did, you'll be glad to know that the second edition is out today. Thanks to the time warp bubble surrounding my local Waitrose I managed to buy my copy yesterday, and the magazine's just as good a read as before. Amongst the gems to devour this month are a cover-mounted mini-booklet of 21st century classics, the thoughts of Ian Hislop, the Pet Shop Boys v New Order electroclash DJ challenge, how to be Phill Jupitus, the subtext of Marvel's Daredevil comic series, how an iPod can change your life and the murky world of awards ceremonies. Meanwhile on page 44 Andy Bell from Erasure tells us that "I spend loads of time at iwantoneofthose.com, which is full of nice gadgets. I got some nice little bricks that light up when you turn them over - very lovely and quite fascinating." Oh come on Andy, call yourself a celebrity? Light bricks are solast week.
This online test, however, is just different enough for me to want to link to it.
9w1? Spot on, I reckon, which is not bad for an online personality test. Imaginative, creative and orderly, but with a tendency not to get enough done. Sounds much more accurate than the horoscope personality profile I posted here on Sunday. Us type 9s are generally calm, laid-back and optimistic, which is perfectly me as well. We can be too accommodating, but we have a desire for peace, quiet and reconciliation. What a pity George and Tony aren't 9s.
Oh, and us type 9s get on best with type 1s, apparently, so if you're still thinking of applying for last week's Situation Vacant, a bit of one-ness might help.
OK, so I missed out one additional category yesterday.
11) Blogs about blogs: Whether we write about war, or computers, or nothing, or work, or not much, or a hobby, or a cause, or design, or our inner voices, or whatever, it seems that there's only one subject we all like to read about - ourselves. Write about war, and people switch off. Write about what you did at the weekend and nobody comments. Write about football and nobody cares. Write about blogs, however, and suddenly the whole of the rest of blogworld wants to join in. We love to read about ourselves, we love to think that a post is about 'us' and we love to share our opinions own of the cyberspace we inhabit. Blogs about blogs - writing about what other people have written about what other people have written about what other people have written about us. It's a huge feedback loop, or in some cases a vicious circle. And it's the future, you know. It must be, I read about it on someone's blog.
I've developed this theory that there are ten different categories of blog. First I'm going to list those ten categories, then I'm going to click on this random blog link twenty times to see if I can find one of each. Let's see how I do...
1) Blogs that go on and on (and on and on) about Bush, Blair and impending war: Look, I know that this Iraq crisis is important, and I know that it could have huge implications, and I know that there are major impenetrable international disagreements at the highest level, and I know that many of you have extremely strong beliefs you don't think any politicians are listening to, and I know that children'll probably be studying this in history books in a hundred years time, but look, it's all supposition at the moment, nothing's actually happened, and reading you lot droning on and on about who thinks what and what might maybe possibly be happening to whom makes for mind-numbingly tedious blogging. Freedom of speech is a great thing, don't get me wrong, but just don't expect me to read any of it.
Example found in twenty random clicks: Pollitics as usual
2) Tech blogs: Given that weblogs originally evolved from online lists of personal web links, it comes as no surprise that the internet is chock-full of wired-up computer bloggers writing about firewalls, rss feeds, Linux, warchalking and buffer overflow. Oddly none of them seem to have any opinions on impending war, while none of the war-obsessed bloggers seem to know their OS from their XP.
Example found in twenty random clicks: Epeus' epigone
3) Blogs about nothing much. "I woke up this morning, I had a cup of coffee, I texted Shaz, it was pizza for lunch, in the afternoon I looked out of the window, did you see Fame Academy I did. Actually I don't know why I have a blog because I doubt it's of any relevance to anybody else, not even to Shaz."
Example found in twenty random clicks: Footsteps
4) Blogs by people who have nothing to do at work: Me, I have work to do at work. Some people seem to have no work to do at work, but use the internet and a blogging as a way to fill the working day. Their blogs make the net a richer place as a result, but I think I'm glad I have work to do at work.
Example found in twenty random clicks: binkley's blog
5) Blogs that haven't been updated in ages: It's easy to start writing a blog. It's easy to write a post or two while the novelty of web publishing is still fresh. Then you run out of inspiration and you're not quite sure what to write any more. Then there are long gaps between posts, until eventually you abandon your site altogether, often hogging a really good URL that other people could do something useful with (and yes geezer, I am thinking of you!).
Example found in twenty random clicks: wisdom of the fly
6) Anorak blogs: Some people have one abiding interest in life. It could be diesel locomotives or parrots or DIY or post-modernist architecture or baseball but, whatever the interest, these people are intent on telling you all about it, in enormous detail. Should you happen to share that interest, this is the page for you. Isn't it wonderful how blogging allows everyone to post their innermost thoughts, hourly.
Example found in twenty random clicks: obliterated
7) Evangelising blogs: These are just like anorak blogs, except that the author is especially keen to convince you to share his (or her (no, to be honest, always his)) particular interest. They're not all religious either.
Example found in twenty random clicks: He lives
8) Blogs that look great: Some blogs are beautifully designed, with all the frames in the right place, the font carefully selected, and icons and images laid out and balanced to perfection. Often the writing's as interesting as the design, although that's not always the case.
Example found in twenty random clicks: portage
9) Blogs that are being written only because nobody else will listen: If you're a person with a crowded mind and lots of things to say, but nobody to say them to, blogging can be a fantastic outlet. The medium really helps because you can remain anonymous, safe in the knowledge that there need never be any comeback. Better out than in, but it's always just a little bit sad that there's no other way of letting it out.
Example found in twenty random clicks: nelsonia
10) Blogs that are actually worth reading: If you're in my sidebar then you're a category 10. Thank goodness there are plenty of other category 10 blogs out there as well too.
Example found in twenty random clicks: OK, maybe there aren't quite as many of these out there as I thought.
I spent most of my birthday at my parents house in Norfolk. The family's not originally from Norfolk, but my parents moved there over 10 years ago, mainly because Norfolk isn't in any way like Watford. The move means that my parents live near to one shop, a duck pond, a dodgy bus service and lots of green, rather than close to shopping malls, suburban estates, a tube station and lots of grey. I can understand why they moved. The move also means that now, whenever I go to stay, there's no longer a 'my' bedroom that has all my old comics, photos and exercise books stuffed in a cupboard and a couple of faded Wombles posters on the wall, so I have to sleep in the anonymous guest bedroom with a cute photo of me aged 10 staring back at me in the early hours of the morning. But I digress.
I spent most of my birthday at my parents house in Norfolk. We celebrated the double birthday with a full family roast beef dinner, of the kind that only one's Mum can ever cook properly. Clearly it's a bit unfair to expect one's Mum to slave away in the kitchen on her birthday, but Waitrose don't yet deliver ready-cooked banquets to the middle of the Norfolk countryside, particularly on a Sunday. I was getting nervous that someone might have sent in a request to the BBC Radio Norfolk Sunday request show ("and now, for Doris in Swaffham, it's Paul McCartney and the Frog Chorus") although thankfully that fear was unfounded. But I digress.
Because we grew up in Watford, half of my family became avid fans of Watford FC. My dad and brother would walk down to Vicarage Road come rain or shine to experience the agonies and ecstasy of League football (and, if we're honest. it was mostly agony). There was a freak week back in 1982 when Watford were the top league team in the country, and they even managed to come second overall that season, but on the whole being a Watford supporter meant watching grim nil-nil draws against Port Vale in the pouring rain rather than spectacular seven one defeats of Southampton. Across the country there are many other teams just like Watford who have burned brightly for a brief time, but have since sunk back down into lower-division mid-table obscurity. Watford's recent descent from an unexpected (and sadly undeserved) year in the Premiership, plus the misguided signing of Vialli as a manager, have left the club in dire financial straits. Redundancy, bankruptcy and total shutdown have been on the cards this season. And then came this miraculous FA Cup run...
I spent most of my birthday at my parents house in Norfolk. We celebrated the double birthday with a full family roast beef dinner. And there while we were eating, in the background on the telly, there was Watford on Match of the Day. It felt like Sunday afternoons twenty years ago with Brian Moore on The Big Match introducing Watford as the consolation highlights game. Except that this was Watford in the unheard of heights of the quarter finals of the FA Cup, with Gary Lineker expressing comments and criticism on a team that normally only hide on the seventh inside sports page of any tabloid. What's more, as dinner progressed, it became clear that Watford were about to win. This was a bit galling to an Arsenal supporter like myself, whose team had contributed to a thriller of a match against Chelsea the day before but had only scraped a draw. Final score on Sunday: Watford 2, Burnley gutted.
They made the draw for the FA Cup semi finals today. Watford are there in the last five, safely apart from Arsenal and Chelsea, and hoping to repeat that seven one drubbing of Southampton in a month's time. The cup run will provide more than a million pounds for the Hornets, and has provided an unexpected lifeline out of club bankruptcy. If Watford go on to beat Southampton, and end up in Cardiff in the Final against Premiership champions Arsenal, who then thrash the life out of them, Watford will still still end up in Europe by default. 'If' is a big word in football, but it's the one word that all of football thrives on. Without dreams of success, football is nothing. And, just occasionally, footballing dreams do came true.
I spent most of my birthday at my parents house in Norfolk. We celebrated the double birthday with a full family roast beef dinner. The lemon meringue pie was fantastic. And my dad and my brother smiled all afternoon.
The post-birthday puzzle: Exactly how many 'puzzlesinhonourofdiamondgeezer'sbirthday', each with a suspiciously familiar two-digit answer, were there out there in blogland yesterday?
Let's celebrate. It's my birthday today (and diamond geezer was six months old yesterday).
• According to a recent UN report, I have today reached the average age for a male in the UK. It's all downhill from here then. If I were female I'd still have two more years to go.
• I'm not 40 yet, but this list sums up getting-to-40 better than most. I can't be there yet though - at the moment I only agree with numbers 5, 20, 22, 27 and 33.
• It's not a thrilling day to have been born, anniversary-wise. This is as good as it gets for historic events that happened on my birthday, and as for famous people who share my birthday, how rubbish is this?
• Slightly better in the world of rock and pop, where I'm delighted that today's the anniversary of this and this getting to number 1, but oh god, there's this musical travesty as well.
• I'm one of those rare Pisceans who doesn't believe in horoscopes. This one's supposedly based on the exact time and date of my birth. "You seek security and solidity in the form of material accumulation, and have practical business ability. It is in love that the full range of your deep, sensuous feelings can be given supreme expression. Through your attachment to home and your love partner, you will acquire sympathy and understanding, which are your most conscious aims throughout life. When others believe in you and have a good impression of you, you have a sense of fulfillment." That's so impressibly wrong that it can't be a coincidence - maybe it's an anti-horoscope instead.
• I appear to be one of the few bloggers who doesn't have a birthday in February (maybe there is something about Aquarians after all)
• March 9th is the latest possible date in the year that Shrove Tuesday can ever fall. This only happens when Easter is on April 25th, which last occurred in 1943, and will next occur in 2038.
• I'm fortunate enough not to look as old as I really am. Most people who meet me guess that I'm younger than my real age, even taking into account the five years everybody always knocks off when guessing someone else's age, just to be on the polite side. This was bad news when I was 16, as it made sneaking into pubs very difficult. Fortunately I wasn't particularly into sneaking into pubs when I was 16, so the problem never really arose. It may turn out to be a problem again in the 2030s when I attempt to convince bus drivers to let me use my free bus pass, although I suspect there probably won't be any buses left by then, just hover-zimmers or something equally futuristic, in which case that problem won't arise either. In the meantime looking younger than I am is generally a blessing rather than a problem, although there is a portrait in my attic that's fading away fast.
• If you're one of the 0.27% of the world's population with a birthday today, happy birthday! And if not, my apologies. There's nothing worse than other people going on and on and on about their birthday, is there?
I was born on my Mum's birthday (that's either very bad, or exceptionally good, family planning).
The following puzzle was true on one particular double birthday of ours, but not today's.
The birthday puzzle: My Mum is exactly (and I mean exactly) twice as old as me. Twenty years ago my Mum was exactly four times as old as me. On which of my Mum's birthdays was I born?
It's yesterday afternoon, it's raining, and it's time to bring the retail therapy project to a close.
2:00pm Mathmos, Old Street
The rain's pounding down as I drip out of Barbican station and into the funky Mathmos shop. Look, there they are in all their glory, the Flip and Faze tumbler lights that readers to diamond geezer have voted I should buy myself as a birthday present. Very tasteful. The Mathmos shop doubles as a showroom and an office, and at the moment everyone's in the office, not the shop. I stand and wait at the counter for a good three minutes before the assistant notices me. Plenty of time, if my retail backbone had started to wither, for me to decide I really didn't want to buy them after all and to sneak back out into the downpour. However, my readers' decision is final, and I will have one of each please Mr Assistant. There's a special offer of a free lava lamp if you spend more than £125 in one go, and I'm just £25.10 short, but the retail bug hasn't bitten so deep that I fall for buying something else just to buy a freebie that I didn't want either. A quick swipe of the plastic and I'm walking out with my two chosen presents, and smiling.
2:55pm Arsenal shop, Finsbury Park
I'm even wetter by the time I reach the premiership's top retail hub. I'm on a retail roll, and there's this tasteful rugby top I have my eye on. An Arsenal rugby top seems a bit of a contradiction, but it appears to be one of the few products they have in stock in my size. I shall have to be careful wearing it out round the streets of London E3, because West Ham fans are rarely keen to be reminded of Arsenal top when they tend to be hammered bottom.
3:45pm Purves & Purves, Tottenham Court Road
This is a great shop in which to practise retail therapy. The shop is full of beautifully designed, mostly useless but definitely overpriced gadgets and homeware. Half the items on the shelves scream "Buy me", even though you know you'd get them home, grin at them once, leave them in a cupboard and then never ever use them. I wandered purposefully through the store, trying very very hard to feel like buying something. Surely I'd like a weeble-type chrome clock, or a giant orange spacehopper, or an aerolatte milk frother, or some cufflinks shaped like dice, or a magic bunny toothpick holder, or a liquid mousepad. In the end I failed to want anything in there for myself, at least at the prices they were charging, although I hope my Mum likes what I found in there for her birthday tomorrow. Actually, I might go back later myself for the cufflinks shaped like dice...
4:15 pm R.I.A. Technologies, Tottenham Court Road
I carry on wandering up and down London's electrical/gadgety High Street, eagerly hunting down that GPS global positioning thing that someone recommended for my retail therapy project at the very last minute. As expected, at least fifteen of the tech bazaars down this street have them in stock. Look, there it is, the Garmin eTrex, small, yellow and desirable. OK, it's still the size of a small brick, and it's still £10 more expensive than BWfound on the net, but let's test my newly-honed haggling powers on the staff. I explain, very convincingly, that I could buy the eTrex on the internet for £20 less than they're offering. The salesman says that nobody down TC Road would be offering it that cheap, but he'll do it for £12 less. This is of course £2 less than they're really selling it for on the net, so I snap one up at a bargain price. I think I'm learning how to shop properly.
5:30pm DG Mansions, London E3
Home at last, heavily laden with bags. As well as all the above, I've also managed to return home with two birthday cards, a new rechargeable battery for my mp3 player, a less-than-half-price 2003 calendar, a red nose and a bagful of food from Sainsburys. That makes a grand total of £275.21 spent in one afternoon. Did I really manage that much? Excellent.
Time to get the Mathmos light bricks out of their excessive packaging, smile because they're already fully charged, and stick them both on the table to illuminate the room as the sun sets. They glow and pulsate with coloured light in a most pleasing way and are a welcome addition to my material wealth. Quick tip - if you're thinking of following in my footsteps and buying one, the Faze is probably better than the Flip because it changes colour without needing to be touched, which is far more satisfying for the couch potato in us all.
Finally I stick two batteries in my yellow ("bright yellow color, easy to find if dropped") GPS personal navigator, and head back out of the front door. The first time you use the device you have to stand in an open area to make sure that it locates as many geostationary tracking satellites as possible. The manufacturers recommend standing in a large park, or somewhere out in the wilderness next to a babbling brook, but I guess correctly that standing by the Bow flyover will do just as well. Then, once the US Defense department have located me (thinks, hmmm, maybe this isn't such a good idea after all...) I walk back home in a west-southwesterly direction at 3.6kmh. I stop just outside the front door, and am rather pleased to discover that I live exactly 0°1'2" west of the Greenwich meridian. This gadget is another winner.
The retail therapy project(conclusion)
Retail success in all areas I think. I have not one but two great gadgety presents and a smile on my face, and all purchased and fully functional just in time for my birthday tomorrow. I've proved that there are things out there that I do actually want, and will buy. Whether my shopping ability will remain buoyant in the future has yet to be seen, of course, and I still think you'll be hard-pushed to ever find me crowding the weekend aisles at IKEA, but it's a start. Thank you all for my therapy. I wonder what I want to buy next...?
According to the latest census there are 58,789,194 people in the UK. It never fails to amaze me when, out of the blue, I recognise one of them. The human brain has an uncanny ability to distinguish facial features and put a name to them, even when it's someone you've not seen for years or never seen in the flesh before.
I was getting off the tube the other evening when voices in my subconscious brain latched onto one of the men on the platform, waiting to board the carriage.
"Isn't that, you know, him, thingy, whatshisname?"
"Erm, he has a sort-of familiar look about him. I must try to put a name to the face."
"Could it be, hang on while I dredge his name out of my the dark recesses of my visual memory, him?"
"No, it can't be, he looks too old, and he looked taller than that on the telly, and I'm sure he never used to be that full-faced."
"It is him though isn't it? Cos last time I remember seeing him in the news he was about five or ten years younger, and he does look exactly how he ought to look today doesn't he?"
"Hmmm, I guess what I'm seeing now is how he'd really look without the help of on-screen make-up, and with what's left of his hair uncombed and flapping lankly."
"He certainly looks like a man who's taken full advantage of all the high life, good-living and junket-attending you get when you're one of the UK's top European Commissioners."
"Well maybe he only looks like a top politician. Maybe it isn't him at all, but merely a lookalike? Try to come up with some convincing evidence."
"The train's just pulling into Westminster tube station."
"OK, so I am convinced, it is him. Blimey, it's the Neil Kinnock." All that happened inside my head in less than two seconds, synaptic recognition just in time for me to walk straight past the bloke as he boarded the train. Not the most exciting celebrity to spot, admittedly, but there's still a certain frisson in identifying a well-known face wandering through my everyday world.
I've spied quite a high number of famous people randomly walking the streets of London (rather more than Suffolk, obviously). Every time I notice a famous face in an everyday situation there's a sudden spark of inner recognition as I struggle to place them before they've passed me by, and I usually manage. I saw the legendary Una Stubbs crossing Piccadilly outside Fortnum and Mason once, smiling her way through life. I saw Peter Stringfellow striding round Covent Garden with an entourage, and he's even more orange in real life than I was expecting. I spotted Jeremy Bowen off Breakfast News walking past my restaurant once, though that was only mildly thrilling. I saw Philip Franks (Countdown favourite, and Catherine Zeta's Darling Buds of May love interest) sitting in a window of Starbucks in Oxford Street slurping latte. I saw film star Rupert Everett in LA3 last year looking very tall, very bored, very haggard and very alone (which cheered me up no end). Most excitingly, I spotted the goddess Judi Dench standing in the queue behind me buying Christmas cards last year, and somehow resisted the urge her to ask her to autograph all sixty cards I was buying at the time.
The distant recesses of my brain have also helped me to spot a few of my old school friends wandering around London, despite the fact they must be a good twenty years older than when I last remember sitting next to them in double geography. I seem to bump into my best mate from secondary school in the most unexpected places about once every seven years, recover from the shock of him being *there* and then say hello. He never recognises me though, which I take to be a good thing. Oddly, none of the celebrities I meet recognise me either. Maybe one day...
11/02/03 (the symptoms) "Typical, I write a really spot-on post detailing my retail lethargy and nobody even comments on it. I hope this three week project that I'm planning stirs my readers into a bit more action than that."
12/02/03 (the launch) "Ulp, I'm stumping up £100 of my own money here. What if they decide I should spend it on something really awful. Not to worry, I'm sure I can trust my readers' taste... can't I?"
13/02/03 (phase 1 underway) "Phew, I did wonder if anyone would bother to vote at all. Thankfully the voting's kicked off in earnest. Still too early to tell which way it'll go, but please not clothes or home furnishings."
17/02/03 (phase 1 contd) "Oh good, electrical gadgety things are winning. I might almost be able to submit myself to retail therapy if they choose that category."
18/02/03 (phase 1 closing) "Hmmm, the online vote for 'Home furnishings' is increasing rapidly. It's almost as if someone is casting a spell to throw the whole project off course."
19/02/03 (phase 1 results) "Thank goodness the votes for electrical/gadget just outnumbered the vote-rigging for home furnishings. I was in serious danger of ending up down at IKEA there."
20/02/03 (phase 2 underway) "I wonder if anyone will nominate anything decent? Blimey, 22 comments! Unfortunately, very few of those comments are actually appropriate £100-ish nominations."
25/02/03 (phase 2 closing) "At this rate I'm going to be lumbered with a sandwich toaster that moos. If I trawl through all these suggestions there must be something worthwhile in there, surely?"
26/02/03 (phase 3 underway) "OK, so I found five gadgety things to put to the public vote. That iron had better not win. Three of the others are sort of OK I suppose. But those light brick things, they're really cool. In fact, even if they don't win I'm going to buy them anyway."
27/02/03 (phase 3 contd) "It's looking like a two horse race between the voice operated remote control and the light bricks. Even if the remote wins, I feel like buying the light bricks as well."
03/03/03 (phase 2 late nomination) "Hmmm, that global positioning device (GPS) sounds pretty good as gadgets go, even if it is officially too late to nominate it. Absolutely useless of course, but oddly fascinating, especially to someone who lives within a kilometre of the Greenwich meridian. I wonder exactly where that is round here. It'd be really interesting to buy one and find out..."
04/03/03 (phase 3 closing) "It looks like it is going to be a tie after all. In that case I'd have to buy both of the presents, and maybe the GPS as well... that could be three presents for £300 instead of the planned one for £100."
05/03/03 (the result) "The light bricks it is, then. Excellent, I really wanted those. Serve no rational purpose of course, but I feel the need to own them nonetheless. And I've never thought about buying a GPS before, and it's not even part of the project, but I want one and I think I'm going to buy one as well anyway."
06/03/03 (retail therapy 100% successful) "Thankyou for voting. My retail therapy has depended on you."
As you'll remember, I am rubbish at shopping. I could buy stuff if I wanted to, but I never actually want anything, so I never buy anything. And so I set up the retail therapy project, three weeks ago, to see if you could effect some kind of cure. Plus I quite fancied a decent birthday present.
I invited you lot to tell me what I wanted. First you decided that I wanted something electrical or gadgety, then you nominated some electrical gadgety things I might like, and finally you voted on the electrical gadgety thing I should end up buying for myself. And today, with four days to go before my birthday, you have spoken. The votes have been counted. Thankfully it's not a tie, not quite, after looking like it might be a tie for rather too long. And I now know what I'm going to spend that £100 on...
(4=) In joint last place, with a single vote each, the Propavor Steam Iron and the Logitech Optical keyboard and mouse. That's quite a relief, because the iron was clearly a joke present, while my current keyboard and mouse sit on different levels of my computer workstation so the line-of-sight technology probably wouldn't have worked anyway.
(3) In third place, with exactly a quarter of the votes, the Clear-door cooler. As some of you correctly deduced, a fridge for wine bottles would be as useful to me as the proverbial chocolate teapot. There's enough space in my fridge for at least twenty bottles of wine, and the fact there is enough space for twenty bottles of wine in my fridge tells you that I have no need for twenty cold bottles of wine anyway. What do you think I am, an alcoholic? Clearly not.
(2) In second place, with just one last-minute vote less than the winner, it's the Voice Commander Remote Control. Blimey that was close. I very nearly ended up with something to talk to. As one voter noted, I might need something to talk to now that my 'best friend/drinking buddy/on-line hour by hour support and general validator' has just left the country, but it was not to be. Plus I find that small black plastic boxes aren't quite so good at telling jokes, offering advice and smiling back.
(1) So (fanfare) the winner is (or rather the winners are) the Flip and Faze Tumbler lights. I will, by the weekend, be the proud owner of a light brick that turns itself on and off when tumbled, and a light brick that sits there gently pulsing from one colour to the next. The Mathmos shop in Old Street isn't too far away from here, so I won't have to wait around for weeks for mail order delivery like I might have had to do with some of the other presents. Sorted.
But, if you remember, the main focus of this project wasn't to buy something, but to want to buy something. How did I do? How did you do at unleashing my latent consumerism? How do I feel about adopting a couple of plastic lights? And what of the much-vaunted portable global positioning device (GPS) that someone nominated five days too late for inclusion on the shortlist? I'll tell you tomorrow...
It's exactly five years ago today since I rang my Mum up in the middle of a Thursday episode of EastEnders. I'd like to apologise again for making a call that came out of the blue like that, and I hope that the bouquet of flowers delivered the following Sunday didn't arrive during the omnibus edition.
Reason for vacancy: Previous post-holder emigrated to America today, to take up leading role with partner in expanding small business.
Job description: • To be there when needed, and to be there for when needed.
• To be interesting, and to be interested.
• To understand, and to be understood.
Personal qualities: • Strong communication and interpersonal skills.
• Extensive database of shared experience and anecdotes.
• Understanding of my sense of humour, or at least content to put up with it.
• Facility with IT skills for regular online communication.
• Responds affirmatively to the question "It's Tuesday, want to go out...?"
• Fully qualified social consultant, and able to convince me to travel extensively.
• Connoisseur of dining out, but equally satisfied picking chips out of newspaper.
• Critical ability to enjoy television programmes whilst simultaneously pulling them apart.
• Emergent taste in music, and increasing dancefloor expertise.
• Someone to turn to on the way out of the cinema and ask "How was that for you?"
• Has own transport and sometimes willing to drive not drink, but can be tempted onto public transport.
• Telepathic ability, especially when trying to communicate thoughts about social deviants on trains without them hearing.
• Sane, stable, smiley, unstressed, special.
More votes have come in, but there's still a tie for first place. This is still not good. If you haven't voted yet, it could be your one vote that makes a difference. Remember Florida, folks - I don't want to end up with a George Bush-type present. You can cast your vote by visiting this special online survey site (select survey number 4137), or by posting a comment in the comments box below, or by email, before midnight tonight GMT. Full details here.
• three - cardinal number (noun)
• three, it's the magic number
• BBC Three x 8 = 24
• London E3 - a history of round here
• Three Mills studios - first home to Big Brother
• 3: Crystal Palace - Oxford Circus
• The secret life of three (and an infinite number of other numbers)
• three point one four one five nine two six five three five eight nine seven nine three two three eight...
• Only three people in the UK share my brother's name. How about your name?
The 3am puzzle: At three o'clock, the hands of a clock are at right angles to each other. (i) To the nearest minute, when is the next time after three o'clock that the hands are at right angles? (ii) What's the exact answer to the last question? (iii) How many times in one day are the hands of a clock at right angles to each other?
Yesterday numbers, today letters. Time for a another webwalk around the streets of London. All you graphic designer types out there, get your anorak, and come take a look at the typography to be found on the streets of London. I'm zipped up and ready to go.
The walk starts at the British Library, with its striking steel gates, and ends up at the National Gallery and the inscription on the new Sainsbury wing. Along the way, the new British Museum reading room, the ancient Smith's umbrella shop, and many more examples of public typographical excellence. I was particularly interested in the attention to detail invested in the mundane - road traffic signs, street names and of course station signs. Then there's the design masterpieces that are Leslie Green's tubestations, complete with Edward Johnson's classic typeface.
So, if you see me out and about this week, and it does happen, I may be the one standing on the pavement checking out the font on that roadsign. See you there.
At the moment there's a tie for first place. This is not good. Nobody deserves a tie for their birthday - it's as bad as being given socks. So, if you haven't voted yet, you still have three days left to make a difference. You can cast your vote by visiting this special online survey site (select survey number 4137) (go on, go on, go on go on go on go on go on), or by posting a comment in the comments box below, or by email, any time beween now and next Tuesday. Full details here.
So, I spent the whole of February counting certain things that happened to me and reporting back here on how the count was going. It unnerved a few people in the office who couldn't quite work out why I either knew or cared that I was drinking my eighth cup of tea of the day. It unnerved my Mum, who's finally been able to keep tabs on how often I've been going out and what I've been (hic) up to. And it unnerved me, because I had hoped some of those counts would have been higher, and that some wouldn't have been as high as they turned out. Anyway, you'll be thrilled to know that the final results are now in. One month, twenty-eight days, four weeks, ten counts and three thousand tally marks.
Count 1 (Blog visitors): More than two thousand people have logged in to diamond geezer in the last month (that's about 75 a day, for those of you who care... which would be just me then). Thanks if you've been one of those two-thousand-plus because it's good to know there's an audience out there, particularly when that audience is higher than BBC Three's getting. A special hello to my visitor from Icelend, and a reticent howdy to the official who surfed in from somewhere inside the US government - Osama's not hiding here, OK? Total number of visitors to this webpage in February: 2141
Count 2 (Google searches): Google searches are like a window on the soul. When you type your secret search request into that little box you no doubt desperately hope that nobody else will ever find out the object of your inquisitive desires. Unfortunately, those of us with webpages get to find out with alarming regularity. So, to the people who landed here searching for "aled jones songs between 1980 to 1985", "artist grandad we love you" and "steam engine blue prints downloads free", I know the name of an excellent psychologist. And be careful what you type in future. Total number of search engine referrals to this webpage in February: 316
Count 3 (Blog content): OK, so I was wrong that you're only allowed to post 100KB of data a month on a Blogger blog without them charging you extra. That would be silly. And I'd not noticed because I hadn't exceeded 100KB before, until this month. I have at last succeeded in posting "substantially more than the vast majority of bloggers publish". Not bad for the shortest month of the year - and let's see if I can do even better in March. Total number of kilobytes of diamondgeezer in February: 108
Count 4 (Spam): I never really liked Spam, nasty slab of reconstituted meat that it is. School dinner ladies used to batter it and serve it up when they'd run out of other ideas... which would have been every other Thursday as I remember. Alas, modern spam is just as unwelcome, and arrives far more regularly. Spam, spam, spam, proper email, spam, spam, fried eggs and spam. Just the thirty this month here thankfully, but over half of those in the last week, which I suspect is not a good omen for the future. Total number of spam emails I received in February: 30
Count 5 (Nights out): Two years ago, when I was living in Ipswich, I spent three nights out during the whole of February. Now, as an EastEnder, that total's shot up to three weeks. It seems a little unfair to be paying three times the rent in London merely to be out of the flat for so much of the time but, to be honest, that's one of the reasons for living here. My monthly count's included two films, one musical, two gigs, five clubs, a fair few pubs and a depressingly poor attempt at ten-pin bowling. I suspect March won't be able to live up to that total, but I shall have fun trying. The number of nights in February I went out and was vaguely sociable: 21
Count 6 (Alcohol intake): Hmm, that's quite a lot then - 16 litres in total, and roughly two bottles a day on average. Just in case you reckon I'm a complete alcoholic, I'd like to assure you that the total number of non-Becks-related alcoholic drinks I consumed in the last month was only two. Sadly that may just have convinced you instead that I have no taste. Total number of bottles of Becks I drank in February: 58
Count 7 (Tea intake): Tannin's my real addiction, then, averaging five cuppas a day. We do tea properly in our office, with a teapot and everything. Us tea drinkers get five minutes gathered round the pot to take a break and have a good gossip, whereas the coffee drinkers have to go out into the rain to Starbucks to spend thirty times as much on a posh latte with all the caffeine removed. Mine's a milk with no sugar, no wet hair, no hole in the bank balance and no stained teeth, cheers. Total number of cups of tea I drank in February: 135
Count 8 (Trains used): Some people (car drivers mostly) hate travelling on trains. Trains are slow, overcrowded, underfunded, overpriced and you just have to sit there stationary in a tunnel while the driver reminds you for the two hundredth time that there is no service on the Central Line at the next station. Me, I'm happy to let someone else do the driving, giving me a chance to read the newspaper on the way to work, eye up the talent and and laugh off the Congestion Charge. Well trained, that's me. Total number of trains I travelled on in February: 103
Count 9 (Exercise taken): Why do people stand on escalators? More to the point, how dare people stand on escalators, with umbrellas, shopping bags, small children, suitcases, even pushchairs, all blocking the way of us serious escalator-walkers. It's great exercise, and in the last month I've walked up the equivalent of the new World Trade Center that they haven't built yet. Meanwhile, for all those of you who seem to enjoy standing on escalators, head buried deep in a fitness magazine, I'm more than happy to continue to walk straight past you. Total number of escalators I walked up in February: 73
Count 10 (Mystery count): A whole month, and my mystery count hasn't even made it to one. There was a moment when I thought it might, but no, there's been nothing mysterious to count here all month. Obviously, had the total crept off zero at some point, I would have told you, dear reader, exactly what it was that I was counting. As it is, just be reassured that a count of zero isn't always a bad thing... Total number of times that the mystery event happened in February: 0
Protect and survive
A suite of diamond links
Comic Relief (but is it Comic?)
The Press
Enneagrams
The post-birthday puzzle: Exactly how many 'puzzles in honour of diamond geezer's birthday', each with a suspiciously familiar two-digit answer, were there out there in blogland yesterday?
The retail therapy project (the final shopping trip)
03/03/03
The Count
