What exactly is happening here? Is it important? Does it demand attention, or even deserve it slightly?
The answer to all these questions could either be 'no' (although that wouldn't make brilliant sense for the first question), or it could be blowing in the wind, as the song says.
Me, I'm honestly unaffected by considerations like these. These are Magdalen people. Good people. People who want to go to a swanky West-End bar in the evenings and just bloody drink.
Let's not knock them for that, eh? Let's not be too critical or ask too many questions. Roll out the barrel, instead; pour yourself a large gin and watch. It's worth it: they're entertaining when a couple of sheets to the wind, if you follow me.
Click on the pic to see Jon Stanley, Will Brown, Claire van den Ring, and many more...
Friday, October 21, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Team Ashurst
On Sunday Julia and her work colleagues ran in aid of a children's cancer charity - the Terry Fox Run, I think - in Hyde Park, central London.
Her mum and I had a leisurely breakfast and strolled down to meet her after the run. Then we took a gentle tour of some of London's more famous landmarks, without really committing too much of our precious time and energy to any of them, before going home for a dinner of slowly stewed lamb shanks (bloody marvellous) and botched German hash brown-style potato cakes.
Julia's mum is with us until Wednesday. I swear we will get the potato cakes (called 'Reibekuchen') right before then, but Julia has bought a bag of frozen hash browns in case. Not the same though...
Her mum and I had a leisurely breakfast and strolled down to meet her after the run. Then we took a gentle tour of some of London's more famous landmarks, without really committing too much of our precious time and energy to any of them, before going home for a dinner of slowly stewed lamb shanks (bloody marvellous) and botched German hash brown-style potato cakes.
Julia's mum is with us until Wednesday. I swear we will get the potato cakes (called 'Reibekuchen') right before then, but Julia has bought a bag of frozen hash browns in case. Not the same though...
Monday, October 03, 2005
Poor car!
I'm so behind. This picture is actually about a month old. Maybe a bit more.
Anyway, Julia was in Germany, pootling about getting wine and *more* glasses from Ikea and whatnot, when she was in a car crash.
She's fine, by the way - and the glasses she had bought remained unbroken on the front seat, but...
...this is the state of the car when she had finished spinning about in the rain and hitting the side of the road and stuff.
I'm so glad she's fine (oh, and she is *fine*). She's home again now, and so is the car (which is fixed too), and she's working too. But more of that next time.
Anyway, Julia was in Germany, pootling about getting wine and *more* glasses from Ikea and whatnot, when she was in a car crash.
She's fine, by the way - and the glasses she had bought remained unbroken on the front seat, but...
...this is the state of the car when she had finished spinning about in the rain and hitting the side of the road and stuff.
I'm so glad she's fine (oh, and she is *fine*). She's home again now, and so is the car (which is fixed too), and she's working too. But more of that next time.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Chris and Hilary get married
This is Chris and Hilary's wedding day. Doesn't Hilary look gorgeous? Just the best dress ever. And Chris wore a suit too. And, well, it suited him.
My first London wedding - and it was so pleasantly easy (and unusual) not to have to travel for hours into the country and spend two hundred quid on petrol and hotel rooms and eating out in order to be able to attend.
We just got dressed, went out, caught the bus (taxi, actually) down to Islington Town Hall... and there it was.
Then there was the reception, which was at The Ivy. More photos here. I made a speech. As they say, the less said the better, which was the rule-of-thumb I stuck to.
Thanks Chris and Hilary. And congrats!
My first London wedding - and it was so pleasantly easy (and unusual) not to have to travel for hours into the country and spend two hundred quid on petrol and hotel rooms and eating out in order to be able to attend.
We just got dressed, went out, caught the bus (taxi, actually) down to Islington Town Hall... and there it was.
Then there was the reception, which was at The Ivy. More photos here. I made a speech. As they say, the less said the better, which was the rule-of-thumb I stuck to.
Thanks Chris and Hilary. And congrats!
Monday, July 25, 2005
Rain, rain, go away...
...or don't go away, actually.
Because this photo might not be the best composition in the world ever, but my god does it sum up this weekend just gone.
The rain may have stopped the cricket (though not for long enough to dry off and dust down the England cricket team's hopes of victory over the Aussies), but it didn't stop us.
This is a photo of my barbeque, which continued despite the rain, and produced some magnificent food, and a certain amount of jolly inebriation.
Barbeques should.
So much has happened in London in the past three weeks - it hardly bears repeating, but well, Olympics, bombs, more bombs, G8, Live8, Ashes, you get the idea - it's worth remembering the things that matter, and carry on regardless:
friends, home, rain.
Because this photo might not be the best composition in the world ever, but my god does it sum up this weekend just gone.
The rain may have stopped the cricket (though not for long enough to dry off and dust down the England cricket team's hopes of victory over the Aussies), but it didn't stop us.
This is a photo of my barbeque, which continued despite the rain, and produced some magnificent food, and a certain amount of jolly inebriation.
Barbeques should.
So much has happened in London in the past three weeks - it hardly bears repeating, but well, Olympics, bombs, more bombs, G8, Live8, Ashes, you get the idea - it's worth remembering the things that matter, and carry on regardless:
friends, home, rain.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Bungle boogie
It's so unfair, isn't it? You get a hilarious photo of someone, that they'd rather no one see, and you go and publish it to the whole world.
London was subject to attack again today. So on this day of sad events, and serious discussions, and recriminations, and consideration of whether going to war on the Arab world might have led to some Muslims being a bit pissed off with Britain...
...I'd like to show off this photo of my friend, Bungle, doing his 'slut face' (you make the connection, I can't) in my lounge at a Barbeque last night.
No, we are not afraid. (Although I'm prepared to admit we shouldn't have attacked Iraq.) However, we are certainly not afraid. In fact, we are holding barbeques, and doing bizarre slut faces, to be honest.
More photos from the barbie (but you'll have to beg me to see the photo of Sian's slut face) at my flickr photostream
London was subject to attack again today. So on this day of sad events, and serious discussions, and recriminations, and consideration of whether going to war on the Arab world might have led to some Muslims being a bit pissed off with Britain...
...I'd like to show off this photo of my friend, Bungle, doing his 'slut face' (you make the connection, I can't) in my lounge at a Barbeque last night.
No, we are not afraid. (Although I'm prepared to admit we shouldn't have attacked Iraq.) However, we are certainly not afraid. In fact, we are holding barbeques, and doing bizarre slut faces, to be honest.
More photos from the barbie (but you'll have to beg me to see the photo of Sian's slut face) at my flickr photostream
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
This be the girl
Me and Drell moved house recently.
She's here, with her sword. Yes. She has a sword. She doesn't use it on me.
Drell's a compulsive sportswoman. She runs, and rides a horse, and she can fence.
She wants to become a professional athlete, I think, and there's no reason why she shouldn't.
Currently she's torn between marathons and swordplay. This is a choice I will never have to make. Am I missing out? I don't think so.
But am I?
She's here, with her sword. Yes. She has a sword. She doesn't use it on me.
Drell's a compulsive sportswoman. She runs, and rides a horse, and she can fence.
She wants to become a professional athlete, I think, and there's no reason why she shouldn't.
Currently she's torn between marathons and swordplay. This is a choice I will never have to make. Am I missing out? I don't think so.
But am I?
Good slap needed
You may have noticed I missed a few days here. This was probably pretty damned stoopid of me, because, like, they were the most important news days in London EVER.
So sue me.
Please.
So sue me.
Please.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
We won! We Won!
Unbelievable. No one in London was expecting to win the bid for the 2012 Olympics. The Brits are so good at losing things: this was just going to be another one to add to the list. But we won it. London is the best city in the world to be living intoday. The morning started cloudy but, and I swear this is true, the clouds have parted, the sun's out, and the pubs are calling. Well done, Lord Coe! Well done, Barbara Cassani! Well done all! Let's get pisswed. As my friend Chris said this afternoon: "la la la la la la. On n'ecoute rien, hein! Parles-tu avec le main, M. le grenouille. "
Go on, London2012
The big day is here. The day we've all been waiting for. Not becauseof the G8, not because of the possibility of an end to world poverty.Oh no.It's the day the host of the 2012 Olympics will be announced in Singapore.The IOC is voting now. The BBC's blog from the voting centre is excellent.We're on tenderhooks here. The Wembley & Kingsbury Times is ontenderhooks - it's my local title which is following the bid (becausethey've got the new national stadium, you see).I can't stay. But I'll be back.We must beat the French. We must beat the French.
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