February: Pete and I go to Venice for a romantic weekend, but manage to avoid getting engaged. Yay us!
April: Day trip to Belgium for a long, boring meeting.
May: Training in New York, followed by a few days off, featuring Stuart and Krissa, the most fabulous hosts ever.
June: Switzerland, to visit a client who is lucky enough to be sited on the shores of Lake Zurich.
July: One night in northern Germany, meeting some more clients, and then two weeks of training in Hong Kong and China.
August: Prague, for Pete’s birthday.
September: A client in France and a training course in Holland.
October: Possibly a month during which I might not see Heathrow Airport at any time. So far.
November: Conference in Brussels. Speaking in front of an awful lot of people. Trying not to think about it.
December: The idea of at least a weekend in Budapest, to see the snow and the christmas markets and the forralt bor, has been mooted.
The advert for this job said 5% travel.
- Comments: 5
- In seven and a half years at a certain organisation - *cough* - my extent of work-related ... - Vaughan
- Blogmeet at Heathrow, October! - Karen
- Karen, I was thinking we should have some kind of get togethery thing. What would you say ... - anna
- Hey I like Birmingham. - Adrian
- You get international travel, I get Birmingham, my home town, Edinburgh and Poole. I think... - pixeldiva
Help the Bombadier
Last night I failed to watch Catch 22 for the third time. Over the years I have been in the room while it was on TV twice before, but I was probably reading a book. I only seem to look up when there is some sort of gory injury on the screen. I remember the recurring phrase, help him, help the bombadier.
Last night I watched the beginning, slept through the middle, and then went to hang up some laundry. And it’s such a very good book.
- Comments: 3
- One my favorite books, but the scenes are too gruesome to be nearly as funny as the book i... - loren
- It was the book that made me realise I could read "grown up" books (I was 15 at the time).... - Gordon
- Yeah, I read it again recently, after too long a layoff. Fantastic lines. - Mr.D.
LiveBlogging Monopoly
21:08 I’m out. Well, I don’t think I’m quite technically out, but it’s close enough to be worth falling asleep over. And I still blame this sodding weblog.
21:04 She puts into place the final instruments of my doom…
20:59 The luck continues to favour Karen. And all this liveblogging is really distracting. It’s YOUR fault that I’m losing.
20:57 I’m meat. Really. I’m doomed.
20:49 I won a reality TV show and collected £100k. Awesome.
20:47 Property starts to grow like weeds. It gets interesting. Though neither of us carry much cash.
20:41 I think it was more fun when I was tearing her apart, limb from limb.
20:36 A small comeback is occurring. But very very small.
20:32 And now she’s won the midweek rollover jackpot. I may be facing a greater foe here.
20:30 She’s got six different colours. But she’s winning, so I’d better shut up for now.
20:27 I’ve managed to get a complete set of yellows, but I needed to mortgage three properties to get it. Ugh.
20:24 It doesn’t get much better. I think this one is doomed.
20:18 I’m pretty badly off, money wise. However, Karen once again can’t resist the urge to spread herself very thinly, so it may pick up.
20:14 I’m building up a nice collection of the yellows and greens.
20:13 She’s in jail. The harlot.
20:11 A very polite game so far, with neither of us stamping on eachothers’ collections. This may be a high-rise kind of game.
20:09 A poor first lap for me, landing on the income tax straight away. Though Karen bought everything that she landed on, as always. However, she only landed on three different colours, so this could turn out to be much more exciting than last night’s.
20:05 Karen is first off the mark. She lands on one of the blues. She will buy it. No surprises yet.
Karen and I are going to play a game of monopoly. Updates will be added to the top of this post as and when they happen.
She’s going to be banker and estate agent and everything. I’ll be press.
- Comments: 8
- Hey, feel free to read this site in whichever fashion you find most appealling. However, y... - Pete
- Right, I should read more carefully. - Adrian
- The buy-everything technique, that Pete is so rude about in the early part of the above po... - Karen
- What technique is that? - Adrian
- Annihilation, in just over an hour. Who says my technique doesn't work? - Karen
Tasty
You might have noticed that we recently got a del.icio.us thingy, and added the link to the bottom of the page. Should you be having any trouble at all in working out which links were added by Pete, and which were added by Karen, here’s a clue:
Pete has added links about owls and sleep.
Karen has added links about Serious Things.
- No comments yet, but you can change that.
Suspension of Disbelief
36. One Of Us, by Michael Marshall Smith features a few too many walking white goods for my liking, but unfortunately they are crucial to the plot, and Pete thinks they’re cute, so they’ll have to stay. If I had written this, I would have felt quite disillusioned at the point where my plot hinged on the intervention of fighting fridges, but this is clearly a limitation of my own imagination.
3/5
37. 100 Strokes Of The Brush Before Bedtime, by Melissa P teaches us that brushing one’s hair can purify body and soul.
3/5
- Comments: 3
- OK, I'll let you off. And that makes the comment far more tantalising... - Lyle
- Sorry to do that to you Lyle, but I refuse to allow you to give away the final plot twist.... - Pete
- "One Of Us" is great, not just for the bizarre walking white goods, and the alarm clock, b... - Lyle
Thursday, 26 degrees
The weather forecast clearly stated Thursday 26, Friday 23, Saturday 21, Sunday 22, so last night we decided to go for a picnic in a park about a mile from home.
It was a little breezy, but we huddled happily on the rug, munching pork pie and admiring the dramatic cloud formations. We agreed that it was a little bit too windy to throw the frisbee. We britishly sat out a couple of spots of rain.
Then we retreated a little way under one of the big lime trees, until the wind started blow gusts of raindrops into our shelter.
Then we crept round the other side of the tree and hid in the undergrowth.
Then we wrapped the picnic rug around us and scurried home.
Ah, British summertime.
- Comments: 6
- No, and nor was there a recurrence of the great stuffing-sausages-into-the-mouth incident ... - karen
- Will there be piepix? - Mr.D.
- Look at the top left of the BBC Weather five-day forecast page. For "Current Nearest Obser... - Vaughan
- Certainly was the Beeb. I've noticed that they sneakily adjust it halfway through each day... - karen
- Were you using the celebrated BBC 5 day forecast? Them buggers work it out by rolling dice... - Dr Sloan
How To Be An Owl: Part Five
With some exceptions, owls aren’t stupidly fussy eaters like some animals that I could care to mention. Generally anything that’s an insect or rodent is fair game. In order to have the diet of an owl, we must swallow these things whole, and then use the muscles in our stomach to roll the indigestible bits (teeth, claws and fur – that sort of thing) into a kind of hairball, and cough it back up.
Understandably, I’m finding this to be a daunting prospect. I’ve never coughed up a hairball before. However, I do have some experience in producing vast quantities of phlegm, though it’s not something that I can really do on request.
For the purposes of this experiment, I shall deep throat a sugar mouse whilst holding onto the string (or “tail”). When the mouse has dissolved, I will then pull the string back up.
WARNING! WARNING! DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS AT HOME! THIS STUNT WAS PERFORMED BY A TRAINED OWL WITH SPECIALLY ADAPTED STOMACH MUSCLES!
- Comments: 10
- Vaughan, your request has been noted. - Pete
- Terrapins next. Your readers demand terrapins. Well, OK, reader. Just me. But. Terrapins. ... - Vaughan
- Graybo: for Donkey, read Russian Mule? - Mr.D.
- It's the thought that counts, pixiedixie. Owl links are always appreciated. Graybo: quiet ... - Pete
- Arse. Yes, you have. Ignore me, for I am inane and also late to the news. - pixeldiva
How To Be An Owl: Part Four
Owls also have very good night vision. Scientists would say that this is because their eyes are very large in proportion to the size of their heads, but I believe it’s that they are munching on lots of carrots on the quiet.
In fact, according to the 1998 Junior Illustrated Encyclopedia Of Lies, owls eat twelve times their own bodyweight of carrots EVERY SINGLE MINUTE! How incredible is that? For the purposes of demonstration, below is Beck the Owl pictured next to twelve times his own bodyweight of carrots.

If you listen to scientists, you’d be forgiven for thinking that carrots are high in beta-carotene, which is converted into vitamin A by the body, and this is why it is good for your night vision. This is clearly refuted in the 1998 Junior Illustrated Encyclopedia Of Lies, which points out that the truth of the matter is that its all to do with THE SHAPE OF THE VEGETABLE!
So here’s a handy cut-out-and-discard guide to improving your night vision through means of ingestion.
BREAKFAST
Two hundred bowls of carrot soup
LUNCH
Eight hundred bananas
SNACK
One cucumber
EVENING MEAL
Fifty eight sweet pointed peppers, stuffed with feta cheese and olives
MIDNIGHT SNACK
Garlic baguette
HTH!
- Comments: 8
- Stop nagging, woman! (slap) - Pete
- He made me buy carrots especially for this photo. Now we have to eat carrot soup for the r... - Karen
- One cucumber? Surely there should be more uborkas in this diet. - Timbo
- Eating more than 12 bananas in a single day would induce a fatal potassium overdose in a h... - Destructor
- Ah, copse. Not corpse, as I read it the first time. - Pete