road closed
of course it wasn’t a through road. It’s closed. in fact, it’s the close.
of course it wasn’t a through road. It’s closed. in fact, it’s the close.
I went to Potters Bar today with a chap called Harry. Here is Harry Potter’s Court (see latest harry potter book to see if he aquitted or not)
esther and chums had been making balloon people which involves sticking stickers of body bits (eyes, ears, hands etc) on to a balloon.
unfortunately one popped over night. there were body bits all over the carpet and a mushed up mess of face in a little pile of balloon.
sometimes it’s like having Quentin Tarrantineeeno as a cleaning lady.
yeah. esther is 4 today.
the normal routine is for esther to only get out of bed if it’s after 7am (and even then she has to check it’s ok with us first). Unfortunately for her, her clock stopped at 5 minutes to 7 – so she didn’t get up until we went to see her at 7.30am ! poor bean.
Statistics of www.funkypancake.com
Not always updated, but quite interesting ! Search engine referrals are a bit disturbing.
i walked past goodenough college today. that’s the college for me. no high flyers or total slackers allowed.
looks like the chap is holding a baby’s bottle.
this sign is in st pancras station. just in case anyone transports it somewhere
more transports of delight
look how the orange and yellow blend in with the yellow lines
i’ve just reminded myself of scratch and sniff stickers. it’s no wonder my generation is messed up. we were encouraged to sniff chemicals which vaguely smelt not totally unlike strawberry etc. at the time we thought we were living in willy wonka’s chocolate factory. now we realise it was more like nuclear research.
of course things are much better these days. my daughter puts flourescent sparkly makeup on herself which makes her look like a robot and I zap the family home with WiFi, DECT and a microwave oven.
and my mum used to buy dodgy bits of old scrag end meats from the CJD butchers in Queniborough when i was growing up. Hasn’t effected me of course. [this last sentence is appropriate for use in my obiturary]
i find my best gloves near hospitals or medical places. Harley Street is a good place. Here is a quality glove I saw this morning. See how it retains its shape.
The piece of paper was blank. Which said it all (ie nothing).
some neat (nobodysaysthatinengland) web tricks
davidgagne.net
just updated the blog to version 2.64. Seems to have gone ok.
I also did some SQL stuff to force allow-comments on all my old entries and this should be the default for all new entries.
so now the blog can be very interactive and we can all be happy.
i looked through the postoffice window in Aldwych and saw Diana and William picture postcards. The Prince Williams were going like hotcakes