"Where every concept pleases, and only man is vile."
I would definitely like a hovercraft. In fact, its a mystery to me why we all don’t travel around in our own personal hover transporters.
Regardless, a hovercraft that flies is just too good not to link to. Although I don’t fancy my chances of getting one as a birthday present.
[Courtesy of Philip Greenspun]
The sound of silence is the current theme for this page. I’ve not got a lot to say because recently I’ve not been doing a lot. Unless you count all of the cooking, most of the sleeping and the odd nappy change.
The boy continues to be the apple of his father’s eye, even if he was a little restless last night. His mother is tired and will be spending most of the week snoozing I believe. I can’t say that I blame her.
The highlight of my week was going to be a little bit of "Dad talk" with Mr Morris over a few cleansing ales on Wednesday night. But work have managed to scupper that plan by insisting that I go to Yeovil for the day.
Its nothing but glamour and excitement at Todd central these days.
Its the Ramsbottoms
Just in case you were wondering what the blushing bride wore on her special day.
Are due to my sister who shall now only be referred to as Mrs Ramsbottom.
She told us that she was just taking Mark to New Zealand for five and a bit weeks for a holiday. But no, the cheeky beggars only went and got married didn’t they. Rumour has it that they have been plotting this for eighteen months.
Here’s wishing them all the best and lots of love from me, her and him.
Vikki, we’ll see you both on the 30th of August for a suitable celebration.
P.S. Mr T will be eminently pleased to hear that they did the deed in the best City in the best Province of the best Island in the best Country in the whole wide world.
This isn’t politics. I did, however, get to it via a discussion on the applicability of the LGPL and Java. Nevertheless, its funny.
How many ways can you misinterpret a little simple communcation? Well, the answer appears to be a lot, just take a look at Eat Poop You Cat.
Regular readers of this web page will be familiar with my enthusiastic liking for Scaryduck and the comedy stylings on his blog. Well, in between the movie polls and the stories of childhood mayhem and explosions this morning he has posted an absolute corker of a piece on current affairs.
Go and take a look, nod at his sage wisdom and marvel at his erudition. Or, if you’re not in the mood for politics can I suggest a giggle at his stories of air cadet life as an alternative. For what its worth, when I was growing up we referred to the air cadets as the Afternoon Tea Club. Well, it made us laugh anyway.
As well as listening to top tunes, I get to keep an eye on the cricket.
Now, if only I didn’t haven’t to do any of that pesky work as well.
Today, I am mostly listening to;
Other things that have brought a smile to my face recently are the croutons from Delia’s mixed leaf ceasar salad and my beloved’s elevation to the copper committee (she is number 932 if you’re that bothered).
Mental note to self, stop using quite as many apostrophes.
This evening I missed the first half hour of Top Gear, possibly the finest programme currently on British television, because there was a special extended version of the nation’s favourite pile of pants on the other side. I would like to point out that it wasn’t my idea, her indoors just had to watch it.
If I was a bitter man I’d say that it was a crime against humanity. Alternatively, I’ll just point to these pictures of my son.
Alexander George Todd.
Born at St Georges, Tooting at 02:43am BST on the 15th of July, 2003. Mum and child are both well.
I’m not tired, just really, really proud and happy.