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On the bus

So I can now write blog posts on the way to work. The iPhone is truly a thing of wonderment. Every day I seem to find something new for it that can potentially damage my productivity slightly.

It also is helping to up my social status. Yesterday I filled out a survey online about my iPhone, and at the end I was asked “how many people live in your house,excluding servants?” I’ve never been asked if I had staff, so clearly I’m moving up in the world.

Museum and Rock

Chilled weekend, had a walk into town, followed the city wall round a bit, and wandered through some of the more quiet streets to find our wafer to the Ashmolean museum. Looked around there, took a few photos:

Ashmolean Museum, Oxford.
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford.

Then on for a pint at the newly reopened Gloucester Arms, which was a bit barren as they’ve just taken over, but was still very rock, and was starting to fill up nicely when we went home for dinner.

Took it very easy on Sunday, feeling nice and relaxed now.

Idle thoughts

  • Am feeling happier and happier to be back using iTunes, after a couple of years using Amarok in Linux. Just find it that slight bit more searchable, and it hooks up with the iPhone a treat, just finding and listening to a lot of different things, both in terms of podcasts and music.
  • New Xbox Live is, err, live. I’ve actually had it a week or so, managed to slip onto the final beta that Xbox podcaster Major Nelson launched. It’s very pretty, definitely better looking than the previous interface. Have yet to use it to play with friends, hope to do that soon.
  • Going to try and nip into the Ashmolean museum this weekend, catch it before it closes for a year for a major refurb. Have found out I can take photos there (no flash though), so will try and get lots of images of how it was before, and hopefully after in a year’s time.
  • Need to make more time for reading. I’ve slunk down to almost zero reading of books at the moment apart from on hols and long journeys, must change this.

Lewis Hamilton is F1 World Champion

1976 – Last race of the season. Wet race. Late tyre change. World championship won in the last few laps. British World Champion.

2008 – Last race of the season. Wet race. Late tyre change. World championship won in the last few corners. British World Champion.

Just a spectacular race, most exciting end to a season ever. Massa went over the line thinking he was champion. He’d “lost” it by the time he got to turn 3. Amazing stuff, and hopefully this is the first of many titles for Hamilton.

Movember – Day 1

Welcome to Movember! I, along with several colleagues at work, will be growing a Mo (moustache to the rest of us) during November in aid of the Prostate Cancer Charity. Today I am clean-shaven for the first time in nearly a decade.

The money raised by Movember is used to raise awareness of men’s health issues and donated to The Prostate Cancer Charity which will have an enormous impact on many men’s lives and the awareness will help to fight prostate cancer on every front – through research, support, information and campaigning.

Did you know…

  • Prostate cancer is the most common cancer in men in the UK. 35,000 men are diagnosed every year and one man dies every hour.
  • 1 in 11 UK men will be diagnosed in their lifetime.

If you’d like to support me, please go to my Mospace, where whatever you can spare would be greatly appreciated.

Grey Hair Update

Have now developed a grey/white circle in the lower right portion of my beard. I’m trying hard to grow one to match on the other side, but it isn’t working yet. Maybe watching Lewis Hamilton trying to win the F1 world title next weekend could help?

That goal reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide

Last night, having been left to my own devices, I settled in for a night of watching Darlington play Bradford live on Sky Sports. I shamefully have not watched my old team play a full game of football for, errrm, a very long time.

When I lived in Darlington, I went to my fair share of games, including a memorable season in the mid-eighties where I saw every home game bar one. Darlington v Middlesborough in the FA Cup. I’d been to the first game at Ayresome Park, and there had been a lot of trouble, a hail of bottles, fights throughout, familiar fodder to most fans who went to games at that time when things got violent. So I was banned from going to the replay by my mum. A shocking decision at the time. However I was only about 12 or so (and in that different age, far off in time, was used to going to games on my own or with a few mates, and getting the bus there and back without any problems whatsoever). It pains me to say it, but she was right on two counts. Firstly it was worse than the first game, pitched battles and a few large pitch invasions, not the sort of stuff that normally happened at Feethams. Secondly, and far worse, someone I knew from school was run over and killed on the way to the game himself, and I would probably have been on a bus going past where it happened. Don’t know how I would have dealt with seeing that, it was bad enough just hearing about it.

*deep sigh*. Anyways, I think that was the last full season I saw. Halfway through the next we moved down South to St. Albans, and I followed almost a full season of St.Albans City games. Terrible, terrible football. I think pretty clearly that was the point I started to lose my passion for football somewhat.

I still enjoy watching it. I just don’t follow it as closely as I did. I’ll watch a few full games a season, watch Soccer AM, watch more of tournaments like the World Cup, or England games, that sort of thing. It just doesn’t matter as much as it did though, I don’t have the same attachment to it now I can’t watch my team.

So the opportunity to watch Darlington again was one I did take eagerly. Darlington are looking bright and playing reasonably good football for their division this season, from the looks of it. However they just couldn’t capitalise on anything. As time went on and it crept towards the eightieth minute, a familiar feeling of resignation crept over me. Then we scored. Then they scored within 21 seconds. That feeling of resignation was far stronger now. This is how I used to feel watching Darlington in the flesh. Many hopes, many dreams, rarely to be realised.

That year we played Middlesborough was the one decent cup run I ever witnessed. Failure, or just a lack of overall achievement, was what any wise fan expected. Fans who follow the Liverpools, the Chelseas, the Man Utds, especially younger fans, just can’t know the feeling that scoring a single goal at the right time can muster, that brief feeling of rising above it all, of fleeting glory to be savoured, rather than expected.

And so right at the death of last night’s game, Franz Burgmeier headed in the winner for Darlington. Once more I got that glorious feeling of expectation being surpassed. A primordial sensation of local pride for a town I’ve long since left behind. It took me back somewhat. All in all, an excellent evening’s entertainment.