polkadots & moonbeams

underneath waterloo station

2009-06-22T19:30:00.002+01:00

Profound in so many ways...

flower shows

2009-06-02T19:55:00.009+01:00

Chelsea has the best hats but Tavistock has the best cakes. I spent more money at the Tavi show...

now we are three

2009-05-21T21:47:00.005+01:00

brian reminded me the other day that our blogs are now three years old and he's blogged gazillions of times (sometimes two or three times a day!). I momentarily felt guilty about the paltry number of entries here (particularly because I am always harpying on at work on how blogs must be regularly updated) but I'm over it already.

Have given the blog a facelift (philadelphus from my garden if you're interested) and a couple of new entries and that will probably be it until July.

Am listening to Iron and Wine - v. summery.

duck islands for all

2009-05-21T18:07:00.005+01:00

Am thoroughly enjoying the continuing discomfiture of MPs but one story in particular has reminded me of something that has been bothering me for a long time...

If we can build duck islands for our feathered friends why can't we build something slightly bigger for polar bears and walrus in the arctic..? I can hardly bear (no pun intended) to watch wildlife documentaries showing exhausted polar bears swimming for miles in search of food and safety.. So why can't we populate the northern seas with a series of rafts and man-made islands to replace the ice? There might be a project somewhere to do this but a cursory google search hasn't yielded much so far.

Am listening to Joanna Lumley on pm - when she does that warcry it really is quite scary. No wonder Gordon Brown caved in.

now, where did I leave the car?

2009-02-02T14:44:00.003Z

somebody wordled obama's speech...

2009-01-20T23:38:00.000Z

god bless aretha's hat

2009-01-20T23:05:00.001Z

R.E.S.P.E.C.T to the inaugural headwear...

` year in 40 seconds

2009-01-13T19:41:00.004Z

One year in 40 seconds from Eirik Solheim on Vimeo.

Someone at work showed me this today - there's more like it on Eirik's lovely site.

the worst day of the year

2009-01-13T19:31:00.002Z

The second Tuesday in January is the worst day of the year... obviously. January is the worst month of the year. The second week is the worst week of january (Christmas is over and summer is so far away) and Tuesday is the worst day of the week. So I wore flowery trousers to work, ate a milky way and am going to get haircut. Not such a bad day I suppose but it's good to know but everything will start to get better tomorrow...

christmas presents from afar

2008-12-28T21:40:00.003Z

Father Christmas-shaped Japanese rice crackers.... I can't quite bring myself to eat them...

difficult decisions

2008-11-04T23:49:00.003Z

Am noodling around on here (ooooohhh slideshow is cool) while I watch the US election coverage on telly. Jon Sopel seems to have found a coffee called Obama-chino in Virginia. Can't decide whether to go to bed now and wake up early to hear the historic result... or do I stay up and see the first results... or do I go to bed and listen to it on the radio all night but then I won't get any sleep and I have an early start at work tomorrow... Maybe I should run a poll?

This is a Big Night.

august. raindrops on roses

2008-10-04T19:36:00.003+01:00

Next month... whiskers on kittens.

august

2008-10-04T19:22:00.003+01:00

july

2008-10-04T19:06:00.003+01:00

june - look! no house!

2008-10-04T19:02:00.002+01:00

the most expensive light bulb in the world

2008-05-06T20:22:00.005+01:00

This light bulb is costing more than fifty thousand pounds to replace.

About a year ago it popped. I replaced it and the new one popped too, taking downstairs' electricity with it. So I replaced it and rang The Electrician. After a couple of hours in the cellar and under the hall floorboards The Electrician pointed out that I had Damp... enough Damp to fuse all the lights and present a small element of Danger. The Electrician disconnected the offending light fitting and told me to get a plumber.

So a couple of weeks later The Plumber came and moved the washing machine to find so much Damp he couldn't get the machine back into its slot. He also found some dry rot, disconnected further electrical fittings and said that he had done all he could "in the circumstances"... So The Architect came and said "the best thing to do is pull it all down and start again". The Surveyor agreed. And so The Project has begun...

bless the weather

2008-03-10T22:58:00.003Z

The loooooonnnnggg drive back in the storms from Devon yesterday was lifted by a series of rainbows across the Salisbury plains... I'm pretty sure my car was right in the centre of the pot of gold at several points but sadly I am no richer.

bloggable baby

2008-02-06T18:02:00.000Z

Mazel Tov to the Taylor Doctorow household for introducing Poesy Emmeline Fibonnacci Nautilus Taylor Doctorow to the whole wide world. Such a big name for such a very tiny and adorable person.

I found this out when I got into work on Monday and it brought on one of those internet moments... Poesy was just a few hours old before everyone could see her, share the news, show other friends, comment, congratulate, say "aaaaahhhhhh"... and her picture will be there forever and ever. Methinks she might be the most-blogged-about-baby around. Life is good.

x marks the spot

2008-01-20T15:41:00.000Z

Not sure if this Venetian graffiti is actually graffiti... or whether it's a very obscure and artsy ad for some sort of aspirin... either way it was a cut above the rest.

My 2008 New Year's Resolution is not to buy the Sunday papers - three Sundays in and I find I have much more time on my hands (hence this blog) and considerably less rubbish to recycle but I have a vague feeling I am missing something. Must. Be. Strong.

senior service

2007-12-11T19:59:00.000Z

Spent yesterday buried underground in the Cabinet War Rooms. Much to think about of course but the thing that struck me most was that these people really SMOKED. Industrial-scale ashtrays everywhere, improvised lighters made out of red-hot phone cables and the maps aren't simply yellowing with age but with the leathery patina of nicotine. These were the people who had a Good War - men were men... women had to be single... adrenaline flowed like Niagara Falls and everybody smoked.

More nostalgia when I got home as Led Zep's Madison Square concert was on telly and I hadn't seen it since I was a teenager. Robert Plant still the sexiest thing ever (even in puffed sleeves which I didn't notice in 1970-doodah) but Jimmy Page will always occupy a small corner of my heart...

tvc r.i.p...

2007-11-06T20:56:00.000Z

Nope, not the lovely Television Centre (although I am rather gloomy about that too) but the wickedly well-informed and fake TV Controller has signed off this week leaving us all... still... guessing. He says he was Dom - but I know he wasn't.

Meanwhile I have blogged on the rather quaintly named BBC Internet Blog as myself... which has felt a bit like coming out.

last friday morning in geneva...

2007-11-06T20:43:00.000Z

I noticed this...

Is it graffiti?

Or is it an autograph?

Either way it puts Banksy in the shade...

one green chilli

2007-10-20T16:19:00.000+01:00

Last year my garden provided a festival of chillies - enough to rival anything Mexico could offer. This year my rather troubled plant has just managed to yield one, rather small and slightly apologetic green effort. I'm not really sure what to do with it as I feel it deserves a good send-off... Thai curry for one I guess.

I think it's all symptomatic of the fact that the back of my house and the garden are in dire need of attention. When the dry rot falling from the bathroom meets the damp rising from the kitchen the whole thing will fall down... I'm not sure whether the rampant ivy is eating into the walls or holding them up. So I am hatching a cunning plan...

facebook tart

2007-09-02T17:29:00.000+01:00

I've sorely neglected this blog lately because, along with the rest of the English Middle Classes, I've become a facebook slut. Now I spend all my spare online time turning friends into vampires, poking people, writing worthless comments, joining pointless groups and, best of all, getting back in contact with friends and colleagues around the world. I wonder how long it will last..? I gave this blog a year and it lasted longer than that (just) but facebook is certainly more addictive and more fascinating since I still don't have a clue how they make any money out of it. I for one have never clicked on an ad in it...

And today I am mostly listening to Ali Farke Toure.

thirty one men

2007-07-29T17:49:00.000+01:00

Antony Gormley's wonderful statues will only be here for a few more weeks... I wish they would stay. Apparently there are thirty one of them but I can only find about seventeen so either my specs are rubbish or I need to walk about a bit more. Their very stillness makes them moving.