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The highlight of the weekend was our soiree on Saturday night. Bobo decided that we should host a dinner for Mrs P and young Ciaran as they had both celebrated birthdays last week.

We were going to take the boat out during the day and then have a barbecue at our house in the evening. Step 1 was scuppered by the boat being out on a charter and so unavailable. But that isn’t too much of a tragedy as it wasn’t very sunny and the wind was gusting at over twenty knots on Saturday afternoon. Sitting in front of the TV playing Gran Turismo 3 was voted a much better alternative. That was before the ‘Weakest Link’ board game came out of course. Despite getting all of the questions right (apart from the ones I got wrong) I kept getting voted out first. They were ganging up on me.

That left the barbecue, and employing our talent for work avoidance we decided on a cunning plan. So we got a barbecue pack from Bobo’s favourite restuarant and all I had to do was fire up the Weber and slap on some meat. Lovely. A good time was had by all, even if the karoake DVD did come out later in the evening. But the less said about that the better I feel.

Its Sunday, we are in the middle of an Eastenders marathon courtesy of Mrs Palmer. Thanks Mrs P. This means that I can now sit at the dining table and play with my Debian box whilst Bobo is in (miserable) heaven.

Apologies for not writing about me, but I have nothing to say.

In this interlude please read 23 Myths of the Internet (courtesy of Radio Radio).

Alternatively, you can get live cricket commentary on the Australia v New Zealand one day international at Cricinfo.

Our normal narcissistic service will resume shortly. We thank you for your patience …

I had lots of witty and erudite things to say today. Unfortunately Blogger has been having server load problems so I haven’t been able to post. At least thats my excuse, and I’m sticking to it.

Twenty ‘andy points’ to anyone who can tell me the source of the quote in my last post yesterday. Of course, if you didn’t know there was a direct quote in it you probably won’t be able to figure out the source of it.

Bloody machine. Of course this page is now rendering correctly. As they say in France "that’s life".

I’ve broken it. I do not honestly know what I did but the previous post has broken this web page. Instead of my lovely blog page with all of the text in Verdana we are now rendering in your default font. Hmm, could be a size issue (with this page, rather than me), or it could be a problem with my hosting service (the lovely people at free.prohosting.com) and their web server. Of course when I download the html and view it locally all is fine. This is the kind of frustration that delights technical people and infuriates normal human beings. Whichever type you are there is guaranteed to be a high use of the phrase “bloody machine”.

Something weird from this way comes. At least I think that is how the quote goes. Anyway, I have found another web site full of weirdness. Paul Katcher makes it his mission to find the strangest outpourings of humanity that are rendered as html. If you ask me he is far too good at his self appointed mission.

Re-model web site … tick.

Now on to the other 694 things on my to do list.

So many days, so little blogging. My excuse is that I have been busy living my life, rather than writing about it. An alternative explanation may be construed from the observations that there was a Red Dwarf marathon on UK TV on New Years Day and the Sydney test match started yesterday. In fact, the cricket was so enjoyable the Boss and I may well go back tomorrow.