One of my colleagues posted this lyric on her weblog the other day: Are you thinking/of telephones/and managers/and where you’ve got to be at noon? You are living/a reality I left years ago/It quite nearly killed me. In the long run/It will make you cry/Make you crazy and old before your time. Seems rather appropriate, somehow. On an entirely unrelated note. I’m sitting here at work listening to Christian O’Connell’s excellent XFM breakfast show (the…
Month: July 2003
Nice to see from this month’s logs that Paste Magazine is now one of the top 3 search results for headache information. Already this month someone has stopped by to read Rob’s story while searching for information about migraines. I do wonder if it helped, but it raises some interesting questions. All the other search results are clearly more suitable if you want to find out how to cure that headache, so was this person…
Last night I listened to The Bends for the first time in absolutely ages. It reminded me of the first year at Bristol. I must get round to learning to play Just properly again sometime. Then we followed that with OK Computer, which reminds me of working in the states in summer 1997 (being asked to play Karma Police on the guitar for the fifteenth time). I had already fallen asleep (I blame the wine)…
The other day I talked about work here, which is something I never normally do. Something else I don’t normally do is write about anything too personal. I’m not sure why, but I suppose I don’t feel I want to give too much away in such a public space. This may be my self-indulgent little corner of the web, where I like to presume that anyone actually cares about any of this stuff, but I…
Oh so, rather depressingly, another week stretches out before me. It’s 10 am already and I haven’t done anything yet. I’m exhausted. As usual, I need another weekend to recover from the last one (which I needed to recover from the one before that). On Saturday I was playing chef (and DJ) at Sal’s barbeque. No reports of food poisoining so far, so I guess we can call this one a success. We certainly drank…
I don’t normally talk about work here, because it’s really quite dull, but the last couple of days have been rather trying. People keep moving the goalposts on me on every task I need to do. The problem, I think, is that everyone likes to think they can write documentation. Everyone has their own ideas about what is right and they all think they can do a better job than you. I can’t wait for…
As I finally got the chance to wash four days worth of mud, sweat and sunscreen off my smelly post-Glastonbury self yesterday, I had a chance to reflect on another fantastic but over-all-too-soon festival weekend. Now that the true horror that is being back at work has firmly set in, I feel it’s time to write about it. I’m not sure if it was my best festival ever, but it was pretty close. From the…