18°C, cloudy & warmer
That lurking cold have come out of the shadows. Nose blocking, with sore chest and mouth. The curious bit, though is that Achilles tendon. Why, when I have a cold do they hurt? Do these viruses go global in their attack on tissue types or is it just certain types or membrane? Any immunologists out there who could offer an answer?
Symphony No.4
Am I right to be annoyed that I couldn’t get the insert booklet out of this CD case without tearing it?
15°C, clearing, light Westerly
How to use next weekend. I am badly torn; at one end are the Welsh mountains plus a good weather forecast. I hate this feeling.
13°C, heavy rain
It’s about time Mercian Cycles finished that re-spray. I really miss that bike, we’re getting into darker days, there is lots of rain so a summer race bike is really unsuitable for the daily commute.
13°C, heavy rain
‘Smelly’ cyclists asked to leave New Forest pub:BBC. How did they manage to stink after only 6 miles. I’m not even going to ask why stop for a break before they’ve warmed up. I can only guess that one of them was wearing a wiffy jersey from their last ride.
15°C, cloudy with slow rain.
What is this- a cold? Maybe, that slow feeling is visiting, a cold could come or maybe it’s all nothing.
15°C, rather wet.
WordPress is as unreliable as other servers when it’s busy. 7pm is the worst time for many and it’s no different here. I will have to edit the style sheet, there is too much white-space here and the default fount is too large for my taste.
Tonight, I am marking some short essays by year 10s. The main question nods towards feminism and positive discrimination in the workplace.
13°C, cloudy and dark grey
This new house is all clean and white, no dust anywhere.
I’ve left thoughts unblogged recently, and now I find Microsoft are offloading their blog service here.
I don’t mind this; here things look a bit more grown-up to me.
Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!
Oh dear, how I’ve neglected these pages. I’ve had less to say, but lots to think.
Film: did I like lit, did I not?
The first half was okay- some interesting sub-plots; the boy’s relationship with the magic-man was interesting, his unbreakable ties with his roots were too. I loved the idea of hiding in the water tower, there were some gems in this film.
It was shot in an almost hyper-reality CGI style, with overblown overacting and shallow sentimental stuff dripping everywhere.
The second half was absurd in my view. It looked as if they thought up three alternative endings and decided “to hell with it, we’ll put them all in”.
The comic-book acting wore me down by the second half; I’d had enough by then and couldn’t wait for it to end, even at this point, after that feeling had sunk in, we were subjected to three endings in sequence.
Micycle 