Oh yeah, we’d just arrived in San Fran… Now, everyone told us we’d love the city, but we weren’t quite sure. Maybe it was something to do with first impressions, or maybe we were expecting too much, but we never quite got on with San Fran like we thought we might. That’s not to say that the city doesn’t have its charms, and I really enjoyed some of the tourist stuff: Alcatraz is well worth…
In case you’ve been wondering why the blogs have been appearing and disappearing quite erratically over the last few weeks, then I’d just like to point out that it is all the fault of my shoddy hosting provider. The Paste website has been hosted through them F2S for years, and they always used to be extremely reliable, but since they were bought out by Pipex last year, things have rapidly gone down the pan. The…
Well, I guess I should start at the beginning, then. We arrived in San Fran after a fairly uneventful flight, that was notable only for the ridiculous security hoops we had to jump through to get on it–the woman in front of us in the security line at Heathrow, for example, was carrying two bags: “Oh you can’t go through with two bags, madam,” said the security lady, before instructing her that she could only…
Oh dear. So we’ve been back from our (2 week) holiday for over a week now, and I still haven’t got round to even thinking about blogging about it. This may take some time. In the meantime, a quick digression: could someone explain clothes sizes to me? Ok, so I understand the thing with women’s clothes sizings–they are based on some made up numbers like “10” or “14” that don’t actually relate to any underlying…
We’re off to America tomorrow. Can’t wait. That is all…
Ok, so I’m spectacularly behind. Where to begin? Well, Edinburgh was great again this year. Our hotel sadly wasn’t quite as swanky as the Glasshouse, where we stayed last year, but much better located, being just a short walk away from the Underbelly, where we saw the most of our comedy gigs, including Robin Ince’s The Book Club, which I enjoyed more than I thought I would (and must make an effort to catch it…
Oh, and just a quickie addendum: it seems that some kind of newspaper distribution war has broken out on the streets of London as of today: as I came out of Baker Street tonight, there was a guy handing out the Standard Lite standing right next to a very bored looking Evening Standard guy not selling any papers. I’m not sure how smart a business move that is. Then, around the corner–presumably at whatever designated…
…and as if to prove my own point, to myself: on Saturday morning Sal and I flew up to Edinburgh for a weekend at the fringe. Rather fortunately, we’d decided to fly from tiny toy airport London City, which meant that we could simply wander up to the security point and head straight through without any of that silly queueing nonsense we might have had to do at Heathrow. Of course we’d already conscientiously checked…
It’s been interesting following the reactions to Thursday’s “foiled” “terrorist attacks”. Of course, it’s easy to be cynical about all this: this, after all is the same police force that previously foiled a plot by a Brazilian electrician to use the tube to get to work (and then lied about it afterwards), as well as a couple of chaps in Forest Gate who plotted to spend the night sleeping in their homes. This, also, is…
See, there I was, just innocently trying to pay off my credit card, when I entered a bizarre world of circular logic: So I try to email them to let them know that there may be a teeny weeny bug in the error-checking logic here. The web form that they give you for typing messages to them is about 1 inch square, but I write a detailed summary of the problem anyway, knowing this will…