A New Dud in Town?

With the (ahem) retirement of Junior Waugh has he taken up coaching? Specifically I’ve been looking at the performance of his big brother "Tugga" at the Gabba, from the official scorecard;

*SR Waugh             c Crawley          b Caddick              7  71  37  0 0

Not very good there Steve. So what do you think Mr Palmer, does there always have to be a dud in the Australian cricket team and is the current incumbent Stephen Rodger Waugh?

Housekeeping

Last night I signed the lease for our new flat and picked up the keys. We are now home occupiers again. Well, we will be from tomorrow when we actually move in.

Everyone is invited to come and inspect the premises at a mutually convenient time. In other words we would love to see you, but give us a call first to make sure we are in.

I have updated the obligatory vanity page on this site with our new address and phone number.

More Linkage

This diary still isn’t a linkfest like, say, Matthew Thomas but I just couldn’t resist pointing you, dear reader, at a couple of lovely web sites.

First cab off the rank today comes to us courtesy of irc and is the wonderful bad writing at its best. I challenge you to use at least one of those metaphors in anything you write today. Extra marks for using them in an email to your boss.

For the more itchy footed, I recommend Palin’s Travels a web site devoted to the meanderings of the ex-Python funny man. Its not just advertising either, the contents of all of his books are available on the site as well as some pretty fine photographs. Enjoy.

Rock and Roll

In keeping with today’s theme, and in case the seventies throwback hasn’t spotted it yet (yes, I’m talking to you Molly), the schedule for the Marillion Weekend 2003 has been released.

If you want to know what we are going to be up to take a look at the web page.

You know, I’m quite looking forward to the whole thing now. Although I shall not be volunteering for swap the band. I’ll leave that to a certain school band vocalist I know. Yes, thats you again Molly.

Rock-tastic Mate!

Mr Buck, the captain of my tennis club sent me an email today. In it he has requested a list of my thirty one (not thirty, not twenty nine) favourite rock songs.

But tantalisingly he gives no explanation for this request. So, in the spirit of fairness (and Danny Baker) I have decided to accept solicitations for my list. Just click on the comments link at the bottom of this post and nominate a tune. One per person please and the first thirty one are guaranteed to make my list.

There is also the vexed questions of what makes a "rock" song, but I will leave that to your own sense of style and fairness.

Of course, if I get thirty one comments I will fall off my chair, so I will start on my own list just in case. Oh, and if anyone tells me they read this here diary and they haven’t contributed to the list then I will know they are telling me porkies.

Update
No anonymous postings will be accepted. You must put at least your real name in the comment for me to accept it. This means that the first suggestion is null and void. Thankfully.

Grumble

To borrow a catch phrase from the Fast Show, "today I have mostly been annoyed by people who do not record a voicemail greeting on their mobile phone."

To be met with "Welcome to the voice mail box for 07 blah, blah, blah" is about as much good to me as a chocolate teapot. How do I know I haven’t typed the wrong number?

It should take about thirty seconds to record a message for your adoring callers and it will make you a much better person, honest. I reserve the right to leave one word messages for people who don’t comply. That word will, of course, be "muppet".

Gadget, Gadget, Gadget

My search is over. I have found the mobile phone I would like to buy. Say hello to the Nokia 6800.

All I need now is for Nokia to release it and for enough time to go by that the bugs are ironed out and the price reduced to accomodate my meagre pocket.

Oh, and has anyone got any opinions on the relative merits of Tivo versus Sky plus?