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Thursday, July 20, 2006
Recently started making model aircraft again for the first time since I was a teenager (many years ago...). My first effort as this tropical liveried Spitfire Mk V
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Monday, July 17, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
Went to the Goodwood Festival of Speed over the weekend. The grinning idiot on the left you might recognise from my profile. That's right, it's me. The dashing Finn on the right you might or might not recognise, depending on your degree of interest in motorsport, as Marcus Gronholm, world rally champion in 2000 and 2002. Inset is his 2006 Focus WRC. Bloody hell! Note how tall Marcus is - I'm not exactly miniature at 6ft2, and he's towering over me! The rest of the day, a birthday present to my petrolhead father, was brilliant, including seeing my brother (who took these shots) as a giant on the big screen, listening to a McLaren F1 car starting up five feet from us, and watching Jenson Button tearing up the strip in his Honda, completely obscuring the opposition. Fantastic day...
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Monday, July 03, 2006
BBC NEWS | Science/Nature | Ants 'use an internal pedometer'
The way they found out about this is frankly bizarre. There is, as often noted, a very fine line between genius and madness, and I think these guys have a foot firmly planted on either side. Hopefully it won't spoil the surprise too much if I say "Ants on stilts anyone?"...
The way they found out about this is frankly bizarre. There is, as often noted, a very fine line between genius and madness, and I think these guys have a foot firmly planted on either side. Hopefully it won't spoil the surprise too much if I say "Ants on stilts anyone?"...
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Went to a gig by the band The Feeling last night. Fantastic band, full of energy, and decent tour t-shirts too... This is the only photo I took that came out looking right, but to be fair I was using a cameraphone to take it. Buy album, play album, smile.
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Wednesday, June 21, 2006
There's really not a lot to say about this picture, other than to confirm that yes, it is absolutely genuine. Thank goodness for cameraphones, eh?
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Friday, June 16, 2006
Ok, so the weirdness was set to continue. The friend with whom I had the conversation which sparked my last post made things a little more confusing shortly after the last blog. She needed my help deciding what to buy a friend of hers for the wedding that she was attending a few days later. Sure, I was glad to help. I asked what the bloke was like, since she seemed to be keen to buy something he might like rather than the usual girl-oriented gifts (which is fair enough, wives have to put up with their husbands, they might as well get something nice, and usually do). I asked what he was like, and she replied, describing Ben as a bit of a computer type person.
"That's odd," I thought to myself, "my brother's going to a wedding this weekend, of someone called Ben, a friend of his, who did a computer science degree. I wonder..."
Turns out there was no need to wonder. It was the same wedding...
Of course it doesn't end there. Why should it? You see, it turns out that a good friend of my colleague, Starr, has recently moved into my brother's house. That would be a decent dose of extra strangeness were it not for the fact that Starr was a good friend of a friend of mine from halls at the beginning of university, eight years ago. I sort of knew her, talked to her a few times, and she's living with my brother.
I don't know what's going to happen next, but I can tell you it's got to be fucking strange to out-do that...
"That's odd," I thought to myself, "my brother's going to a wedding this weekend, of someone called Ben, a friend of his, who did a computer science degree. I wonder..."
Turns out there was no need to wonder. It was the same wedding...
Of course it doesn't end there. Why should it? You see, it turns out that a good friend of my colleague, Starr, has recently moved into my brother's house. That would be a decent dose of extra strangeness were it not for the fact that Starr was a good friend of a friend of mine from halls at the beginning of university, eight years ago. I sort of knew her, talked to her a few times, and she's living with my brother.
I don't know what's going to happen next, but I can tell you it's got to be fucking strange to out-do that...
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
A conversation with a colleague of mine this morning reminded me how small the world really is. Her friend's theory is that it contains merely 1500 people, who we meet over and over again, and I have a feeling that might be right. Let me explain...
The latest, and by no means the strangest, example of all of this is a project student I'm supervising, Matt. Matt has a boyfriend, Drew. Drew is a psychologist, postgrad. Jen is working with some psychologists on packaging design. Who's she working with? Yup, you guessed it, Drew.
This is only the latest in a long line of strangeness. Take, for instance, the house I moved into a few years ago. It was Becky's place. I'd never met Becky before, I just responded to a house-mate needed notice and went round. Turns out Becky is a Bible Studies student who's on a course with a friend of Jen's. But that's minor in terms of the coincidences that were to come. Another girl, Claire, also lived in the house. Her boyfriend, Mike, had been living, amongst other people, with a guy called Jim ever since they'd come to uni and become friends. Jim, it turns out, was the same Jim I was quite good friends with when I did my undergradute. Oh, but if you think that's the weirdest, there's stranger to come. After moving out of Becky's place, I started a postgradute MSc in nanotechnolgy. I met a guy by the name of Rob, and, albeit only until he went certifiably mad, we were mates. So, I got chatting to Rob one day, and he asked whereabouts in Sheffield I'd lived. Well, it turns out he knew the area where I'd lived when I was living with Becky. Knew the house, even. In fact, it turns out that he knew Becky even better than I did... The world is too small.
My relationships are a minefield, too. Met a girl, Helen, at a university end-of-year thing. We had a very brief fling, and I didn't call her back. My mistake. Turns out that her brother, John, had been living with my brother in a shared house for a number of years, and they were still good friends. It's not far off a bizarre form of incest.
Of course, it would be lax of me to ignore the strangeness that was discovering, upon reaching university for the first time, that one of the guys who lived three doors down from me was friends at school with one of my dad's cousin's daughters, a girl by the name of Holly. This, of course, was a realisation facilitated by the fact that one of my dad's other cousins, this guy's brother, is moderately famous for presenting horse racing programs.
All this is a little strange, don't you think? All the people in the world to meet, and yet we only ever meet friends, siblings and (ex)lovers of people we already know. There's some kind of conspiracy here, and I'm determined to get to the root of it. Ok, not actually determined, more interested. Well, let's be honest here, not entirely interested. It's just weird, 'k?
The latest, and by no means the strangest, example of all of this is a project student I'm supervising, Matt. Matt has a boyfriend, Drew. Drew is a psychologist, postgrad. Jen is working with some psychologists on packaging design. Who's she working with? Yup, you guessed it, Drew.
This is only the latest in a long line of strangeness. Take, for instance, the house I moved into a few years ago. It was Becky's place. I'd never met Becky before, I just responded to a house-mate needed notice and went round. Turns out Becky is a Bible Studies student who's on a course with a friend of Jen's. But that's minor in terms of the coincidences that were to come. Another girl, Claire, also lived in the house. Her boyfriend, Mike, had been living, amongst other people, with a guy called Jim ever since they'd come to uni and become friends. Jim, it turns out, was the same Jim I was quite good friends with when I did my undergradute. Oh, but if you think that's the weirdest, there's stranger to come. After moving out of Becky's place, I started a postgradute MSc in nanotechnolgy. I met a guy by the name of Rob, and, albeit only until he went certifiably mad, we were mates. So, I got chatting to Rob one day, and he asked whereabouts in Sheffield I'd lived. Well, it turns out he knew the area where I'd lived when I was living with Becky. Knew the house, even. In fact, it turns out that he knew Becky even better than I did... The world is too small.
My relationships are a minefield, too. Met a girl, Helen, at a university end-of-year thing. We had a very brief fling, and I didn't call her back. My mistake. Turns out that her brother, John, had been living with my brother in a shared house for a number of years, and they were still good friends. It's not far off a bizarre form of incest.
Of course, it would be lax of me to ignore the strangeness that was discovering, upon reaching university for the first time, that one of the guys who lived three doors down from me was friends at school with one of my dad's cousin's daughters, a girl by the name of Holly. This, of course, was a realisation facilitated by the fact that one of my dad's other cousins, this guy's brother, is moderately famous for presenting horse racing programs.
All this is a little strange, don't you think? All the people in the world to meet, and yet we only ever meet friends, siblings and (ex)lovers of people we already know. There's some kind of conspiracy here, and I'm determined to get to the root of it. Ok, not actually determined, more interested. Well, let's be honest here, not entirely interested. It's just weird, 'k?
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