more suboptimally placed phone boxes

Sometimes people comment about how quickly time passes and whether they are managing to get everything done. I can understand why when I think of a few recent conversations.

There was the one at the secret location near Edinburgh a few days ago. We decided to drive to a remote Scottish coffee house in the black Nissan Patrol after the meeting. The cows we'd seen a week before had already been abducted and our route was uneventful. But then, in our tranquil location, as we got deeper into our trigonometric conversation we realised that rather too much time had passed.

We could miss our plane.

Its a while since that has happened to me. Only twice. Ever. Both times with the same person.

Once when we were in Atlanta. It hadn't been good. Steve had (a) over slept (b) then locked himself out of his room. We then got lost driving our way to our business destination. The company we met thought we were from another organization. They presented the wrong and entirely inappropriate information. We left early and headed for the airport. We could turn this around, catch the earlier flight and be sitting by a pool drinking cocktails. It was then my fault that we missed the flight. I read the flight number as the departure time. We missed it. We both put it down to fatigue.

Second time. We were waiting in the lounge at Heathrow for a quick trip to Amsterdam. Ages since we'd seen one another. Chatter. You can work out the rest.

Would this be the Third Time?

So here, near Edinburgh, we jumped back into the quite muddy truck and headed for the airport. I noticed we arrived at the departure drop off at the exact time stipulated by 'Gate Closes' on my boarding pass.

Security. No fast lanes. Slow people with metal shoes and body piercings to make all the machines go bong. People sloshing with far too much liquid in their hand luggage. People with Ninja paper openers and cutting edge power saws. People who looked surprised to have to take off their jackets.

Beltless dishevelled we arrived airside. Gate 18 grinned remotely. It doesn't sound a long way away, but its actually the far far end of the terminal. The little boarding sign is already red "Final Call". Briskness through the airport. Lines of slow moving shoppers to traverse. Two travellators. A stunt team of randomly moving Japanese tourists.

The distant red speck glowing with 18.

I wave at the dots. People. Staff. They see us. I see them talking into a phone. Show tickets. Down more stairs. Outdoors. Walk across tarmac. Up the steps. Time to reduce the BPM.

So back to our conversation: The phone boxes do block the view of the entrance to Union Chapel. It is impossible to sit drinking a pint and spot when people start going in.

ordering online frying pan from Nederland

Thanks to three leggged cat for today's little amusement.

Simply click through any of the above catalogue selections from the Dutch store HEMA.

Just silly.

enjoying a mud free glasto experience

In 2008, for Glasto we were camped near the hill by the tepees.

This year it'll be Glasto on the telly, although we did manage the Isle of Wight festival a couple of weeks ago.

I've watched a small slice already including Regina Spektor, the Ting Tings, Lily Allen and Fleet Foxes. All good, although you really need to use the red button ;-) to get the set coverage rather than an odd track followed by random filler.

But I can't help thinking of 2007.

2006 didn't happen. But there was always 2005.

and remember : Ketamine - Just say Neigh.

moonwalker

Julie told me about the twitterstorm although when I looked, it was all speculation.

Later, when I heard it confirmed, like many, my mind flipped back to a different era and experience.

My personal memory was of being momentarily frightened the first time I heard Thriller. I can still remember where I was at that distant time.

Southwark breakfast, Edinburgh lunch, Hampshire supper

Walking alongside the Thames in Southwark this morning at six a.m. Sunshine blended with mainly quiet streets. Another 30 minutes before most people stirred, but I would already be on my way to my meeting.

In Edinburgh.

Nine fifteen and I'm in fog waiting for a black Nissan Patrol to meet me. Then off to a hideaway house with two buzzards circling over a nearby field.

And by the evening I'm on the M3 amongst other traffic which has the decidedly Glastonbury look with bags packed untidily in the back and passengers with unusual hats and sunglasses.

library, chapel, low

Back to the Library in Islington for a Belgian beer rendezvous before heading to Union Chapel for the second sighting of The Low Anthem in around a month.

Confusingly, it was the launch of their new CD "Oh my God, Charlie Darwin", which rashbre central reviewed in around March and has been on the car playlist ever since.

Tom the bass managed to get one of the shiny new ones, but I shall cherish my hand painted sleeve original.

Once again, an excellent gig from a talented band who can more or less interchange their instruments as they weave their musical spells. They are playing Glastonbury at the weekend, in "the pub".

shadow sleeping

A bit of a mad few days now creating a need for sleep and an opportunity to try out my secret project. The last few days may have involved pop concerts, beaches, the tang of salt and too much sun creating the perfect storm for my idea.

Its rather simple and a little childish really. The rashbre central grounds frequently burn the midnight oil and days and nights drift together.

Not Monday though.

This is the time to try the 'recreate childhood by going to bed in daylight'. We are around Solstice so it doesn't need to be onerously early, but there's a certain luxury and childhood blended feeling about snuggling into a daylight bed.

UK government's weird spelling conceit perceived counterfeit

Long ago, my neighbour Sheila perceived the 'i before e' spelling rule to be counterfeit.

We were in a field near the weir and I perceived her relief in sharing her weird thought which then also weighed upon my mind.

But now, conveniently, Government chiefs achieve deflection by claiming to uncover spelling deceit with this latest conceit.

black ink shortage hits UK government

It's also worth having a play with the crowdsourcing experiment currently run by the Guardian.

I sifted through about 20 claims out of idle nosiness and found some 'petty cash' claims for over £200 (eg £240.09) but less than the £250 point at which things must be declared explicitly with documentation. Similarly there was one set of claims that repeated month by month with exactly the same amounts each time.

Not forgetting some tasty food bills amidst the varied claims for soft furnishings for indeterminate blacked-out residences.

scrolling through websites like album covers with Safari 4

The new version of the Apple web browser Safari has quietly installed itself on this machine. It has some fun features like the ability to scroll through web sites in much the same way as iTunes album covers.

It's quite a useful visual way to go back through history to an old web page when the name isn't too obvious. There's also a star trek multi display mode which provides around 12 top sites which can be easily selected.

My partial screenshot captures a few examples.

been working texas time today

By co-incidence I've been working with different people based in Texas the last few days.

Unrelated reasons, but it means the day slides west a few hours, so it's almost midnight and I've only just finished working. I also noticed a continued dribble of work related emails appearing in my inbox as I stepped away from the computer.

Some will have to wait until tomorrow.

In the morning I'm back on planes, although I'll leave it until tomorrow before I put my stuff into a bag. I usually pack the previous evening, preferring to sleep in the knowledge that everything is ready for action. But I'm already checked in, so that should save some time at the airport.