Year: 2004

The LNR project

Last night was the London News Review “launch” party, only six months or so after it was originally supposed to happen, and with still no sign of the actual magazine being printed (“fortnightly from Autumn 2003…”)

If they ever get round to publishing the thing, hopefully it will be better than their DJ-ing (unbelievably awful) and choice of launch party location (the almost Aussie-free for the evening Walkabout). Still, we did manage to see Dave Gorman (the only “celebrity” there, as far as I can tell, apart from that geeky looking bloke off T4’s Pop World, who was arriving as we were leaving).

Anyway, to prove it, here’s a picture of Angel with said Mr Gorman doing that smiley thing he does in his meeting-other-Dave-Gorman photos, accompanied by his bemused/embarrassed girlfriend (we presume, either that or she’s participating in his next project, the Dave Gorman Brunette Adventure).

Lazy Sunday afternoon in Hampstead Heath

Hampstead is only ten minutes away from our house, but it feels like another world. After aimlessly wandering the heath for a while, we managed a concerted effort to make the brisk walk up to the top of a muddy Parliament Hill, from which, amidst kite flyers and wet dogs (all apparently about to do that just-come-out-of-a-lake, shakey-shakey, thing), we surveyed a grey and impressively distant London–the volume of the wailing police sirens the only reminder of the actual (rather than perceived) proximity of the city. Sensing the impending rain, we headed for the village. Every turn we made through the quiet streets around it reminded one of us of somewhere else–Sally thought, in turns, of parts of Edinburgh and Ireland, and walking back to the station in the rain and the darkness later on, the houses on the edge of the heath reminded me inescapably of the edges of the Downs in Bristol.

Grrrr

So it turns out that, as well as being fundamentally incompetent idiots, our estate agents/landlords aren’t really very bothered about having any rent off us after all. That’s what I gather from the fact that I’ve spent the day trying to set up the standing order mandate they were supposed to be sorting out a month ago, that wasn’t paid yesterday. In spite of their indifference to the whole thing, I was actually quite keen for them to take my money (more fool me), and have had an interesting time convincing HSBC that the sort code they had given me is real (it is, but it’s not a HSBC sort code even though it starts with 40-, which is the most confusing thing ever, apparently). Sorry if this isn’t very witty/amusing/interesting to anyone but me, but it’s been a frustrating day and I have to rant about it somewhere…

Shameless link-whoring

Regular readers may wish to skip today’s post, as it’s little more than a shameless commerical plug:

I’ve been helping out some friends of mine, Sam and Tina, who run a wedding video filming business, Satin Weddings. I’ve been trying to optimise their (very pink) website so that it gets a bit higher up Google’s search results. I’m just linking to it here so that the feisty little Googlebot, a regular visitor round these parts, has a bit of a shufty (considering that the site was previously entirely constructed in un-indexable Flash with no keywords, anything is an improvement). Go, Google, go…

Funny. I think I’ve heard this before… Oh yes, it’s this I’m thinking of, isn’t it. Another victory for reasoned debate, then.

Set yer alarm clocks, kids: Tickets for this year’s Glastonbury festival go onsale at 8pm on Thursday 1st April (although it might be worth checking nearer the time if last year is anything to go by–when they quietly changed the date to the day before, had around 3 people answering the phone line and ran www.aloud.com on a ZX Spectrum).

I notice that the NME report on this story (here) says that “tickets go on sale at 8pm on April 1 2004 and will only available through the telephone ticketline 0870 830 2004 or through a link at the official festival site glastonburyfestivals.co.uk.” That’s funny, I wonder why they don’t mention that www.aloud.com will be selling tickets. It couldn’t be something to do with the fact that www.aloud.com is the website of an EMAP publication, and thus one of IPC-published NME’s major rivals. Surely not…

Angel and Jon came over to visit us last night, and they accompanied Sally and I on our second trip to the world of randomness that is the Hemingford Arms (don’t forget to close that window now!)

This time we sat in a different corner of the pub, further away from the comedy vaulting mannequin, but in a suitable spot to inspect the dangling accordions, assorted stuffed animals and classical statues with anachronistic headgear.

As well as offering me the chance to bump into the poshest person I knew at Bristol, someone I hadn’t seen for probably 4 years, navy Hugo, briefly released from his Plymouth-based submarine captivity, the pub also unexpectedly provided us with a short but challenging pub quiz. Our score was respectable, but didn’t trouble the leading teams. I think I will be back to try again.

Afterwards, I was slightly drunk. Which might explain the two stolen pint glasses in our kitchen this morning, and also the vivid dream I had in which I conceived an entire advertising campaign for digital radio to be shown on the BBC.

– Play penguin baseball (hitting them lower down so they bounce and skid along the ground seems to be the best strategy). My best score so far is 302.2. [UPDATE: Actually I prefer this version, which appears to be much easier. I can get 536 on this one].

– The Onion: Yee-Haw! My Vote Cancels Out Y’all’s!

– The Shorter State of the Union

– The list of 10 Mistakes Writers don’t see is very good. I’m probably guilty of most of these on this blog at the very least.

– I won’t be publishing my pitifully low score on this quiz, but it’s worth doing anyway.

– Finally, the design/content mixer is very good. Except I tried to mix www.pastemagazine.org/rob.php with www.pastemagazine.org/matt.php and it made my head explode.

It’s not what you say…

This article in today’s Independent made me smile. According to (Tory chairman) Liam “Dr” Fox–presumably having a break from judging Pop Idol (I know)–the Conservatives won’t be bothering with any of that liberal positive discrimination nonsense: “[he insisted] his party would select candidates on merit alone and not because of their colour or sex.”

Dr Fox said: “For a meritocratic party to be effective it must be minority-blind. For us it does not matter where an individual comes from, who his parents were, or the colour of his skin.”

…as long as he is male, though, presumably?