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Sunday, March 25, 2012
Even more boys' toys
I have to confess that I don't like iTunes, I much prefer Windows Media Player, and so despite having nothing against the behemoth that is Apple I have never bought into their products, except for a tiny little iPod shuffle I bought to use in the gym which then forced me to download and use iTunes for that sole purpose. This then is my first real foray into Apple.
The iPad, a 16Gb wi-fi one (I don't need a 3G one since I can create a wi-fi hotspot with my HTC Sensation Android phone and use the iPad through that if I need to) worked straight out the box, and it was pretty much effortless to set up both email accounts (my personal one and the one for the choir of which I'm the administrator) despite them being IMAP ones linked to Domain names belonging to me so not quite as easy if if they were, for example, Hotmail, Yahoo or Gmail ones which are all pretty much fully automated/supported by the iPad. Having already bought an 'iPad for beginners' magazine from W H Smith (courtesy of another birthday present - a voucher for that store) I already had in mind what I was going to do its all the privacy/location type settings and breezed through it all.
So I've now been playing with it for a couple of weeks and the verdict is that it's a frighteningly good bit of kit. In particular I love the way the maps work blisteringly quickly, and selecting the address of one of my contacts and having maps open and instantly show me it (with street view if available) is brilliant. And despite not being a fan of iTunes, I think I've decided that when it's time to change my mobile phone it's likely to be an iPhone I go for, simply because I can already see how all the Apple products seamlessly integrate with each other, and while I've managed that to a large extent, linking Outlook on my Windows Vista PC with iPad via the iCloud Windows plug-in, the Android phone has been the stumbling block.
In fact, up to now I've seamlessly linked Outlook Calendar with my phone by using Google Calendar as an intermediary (uploading automatically from PC to Google Calendar, and then automatically from Google Calendar to a free Business Calendar App on my phone) but what the Apple iCloud dashboard for Windows didn't mention before I installed it is that it actually deletes your Outlook Calendar and Contacts, and copies both into a brand new folder on Outlook called iCloud which is the one you need to look at / update on the PC. The problem with this for me is that Google Calendar can only sync with the default Outlook Calendar, which is now empty as iCloud has removed everything from it over to their own folder. So I now have nothing in my calendar on my ophone apart from birthdays if they're linked to contacts. So I have a choice - either sync Outlook with my phone or with my iPad.
I'm thinking about changing the way I do this because I can sync Outlook with the iPad via iTunes and if I'd known what iCloud was going to do with my contacts and calendar I would never have used it to sync them, but before I uncheck the 'sync with iCloud' box and tick the 'sync with iTunes' one I need to make sure the contacts and calendar now living in iCloud won't disappear, because they're the only copies I have of that info. In the unlikely event anyone has read this far - any experiences/advice/suggestions in that regard would be welcome.
Hopefully once I start syncing via iTunes I can restore my default folders into Outlook and my phone will then once again contain my diary!
Oh, and this is the first post I've written using the iPad, and although they're there as I type this, using the preview it looks like its missed out all the paragraph breaks, so it may be there's a glitch with the preview screen or it may be I'll need to post it then log in from my PC or laptop and sort out the formatting. I already failed to be able to upload an image since I couldn't browse to find it in my camera roll! So, good technology, but has some limitations (or maybe the limitations are in my knowledge as a user).
*Update - yes, it did miss all the paragraph breaks, I had to log in and edit it on the PC, and the image was uploaded during that edit
Sunday, June 26, 2011
More boys' toys
A couple of days ago I took possession of such a piece of modern technology. No, let me rephrase that slightly. It surpasses mere technology. This is a piece of art.
I am now the proud possessor of an HTC Sensation mobile telephone handset, which at the moment is that company's flagship product.
It has all sorts of bells and whistles including an 8Mp camera which can record video in HD and play it back on its large 4.3" 540 x 960 pixel 16:9 aspect ratio wide-screen display; a blisteringly fast dual-core Qualcomm Snapdragon 1.2 GHz processor, and seven different "home" screens each of which can be completely customised with a huge selection of Apps and Widgets and which are flicked between with impressive looking animation effects.
It's the first mobile phone I've owned which has the Android operating system, and I went for that rather than an Apple iPhone mostly because of my dislike of iTunes (which is not one of these I hate Apple and Microsoft and Google and Starbucks etc because they're big successful American companies rants) but also that the synchronisation of the phone with MS Outlook in which all my life (such as it is) is stored on my PC looked to be a damn sight easier with the HTC than with an iPhone.
I don't think I blogged about it at the time, but my previous phone which was a Nokia N97 Mini was frankly a catalogue of disasters, and to cut a long drawn-out story short the original one I got in February 2010 was returned to Vodafone twice within a couple of months for repairs to different faults before being replaced by a refurbished one when it had to be returned a third time in quick succession with yet another fault. Unfortunately the replacement also developed a fault about a month after I got it, which was fixed and lasted a bit longer than the previous one. Sadly this died about a month ago when the screen froze completely and refused to unfreeze even after a hard reset. So I upgraded to the HTC because coincidentally the old one failing came just when I could upgrade early with Vodafone.
So with all that in mind imagine how I laughed when the new HTC Sensation I collected on Thursday just before 4pm powered off twice when I was taking photos at a school reunion on the Friday evening, powered off when I was accessing the Internet on the train on the way home from the reunion, and suddenly started showing big wide green "interference pattern" stripes on the screen when I switched on the camera on Saturday afternoon (i.e. yesterday)!
So back to Vodafone it went and it's now been replaced with a brand new one which, so far, is behaving itself. I'm prepared to overlook this initial aberration, after all when I collected it on Thursday they only had two in the shop, one which had been taken from its box and demonstrated to, and played with by, a customer, and one with the rear case missing because it had been cannibalised, and I agreed to take the one with the missing back together with the back from the other one so it's likely that this was a foolish decision on my part! The one I now have was in a sealed box!
So I'm now all set again, and can now seamlessly integrate all my phone contacts with those I have on Facebook and Twitter, and see everyone's updates together in one place, while checking the local weather forecast and plotting a route from where I am to where I want to be. And it can all be captured on HD Video!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The stunts
I’ve been in Cambridge for two weeks, on a training course, and I've enjoyed it all. Being a techno-anorak the fact that it was a database course didn’t trouble me, the first week being the user course, the second being the designer course. I managed to catch up with friends who live there, attend a recital by the world class Trinity College Chapel Choir (in which one of said friends sings and which two days later set off for a month long tour of Australia), try out quite a few bars and restaurants, and do a load of walking around the city every evening.
That was all in the first week, and the high spot of the fortnight was undoubtedly RE coming down for the weekend which was the best couple of days I've had for a while. All the touristy stuff including Kings, Trinity, St John's and Sidney Sussex colleges (the latter being choral evensong by an adequate but uninspiring choir made up of that college's chapel choir alumni, including a schadenfreude moment when the soprano soloist screwed up the top note in the Bob Chilcott anthem Be Thou my Vision which coincidentally I knew was being broadcast on BBC Songs of Praise the following evening performed much better by the choir of St Mary’s Cathedral in Glasgow (i.e. including me) when it was recorded some four years earlier and featuring a beautiful solo by said friend who now sings in Trinity College Choir!), and punting on the river Cam, or rather sitting back while the hired help punted and we made the effort to look right and left while lifting our cameras to our faces!
So on the first week the course attendees were a mixed bunch, mostly doing a similar job to me. We socialised a bit together, although understandably not everyone every night. The second week saw only two of us who were there on the first week, plus 8 new people, and there was almost no socialising done and no suggestion from anyone that we might eat or drink together, and I include myself in that. My excuse was that amongst others there was one guy who happens to be from the USA (that's not the issue, I have American friends) but the fact he said he works for the State Department, is currently working in Afghanistan, and was doing the course during his annual leave and paying for it himself rightly rang an alarm bell. On day one, as an intro to how databases are constructed we were designing, on paper, a basic one relating to user requirements to track their friends' contact details. That's contacts as in the well known terminology used in Microsoft Office to denote how one would contact someone. Simple, eh? During this session we were told to collaborate with the person next to us to come up with what entities we would need together with the links between them. When the instructor went round the room looking for input after the exercise, this fine chap admitted that he had problems understanding the concept of contacts as meant in this instance, as contact to him only meant engagement with the enemy followed closely by bringing in an air strike. He actually seemed slightly distressed that he couldn’t get his head around this seemingly new interpretation of the word, and he went on to say that he had problems with people. I personally thought at first he meant people as database entities, but when he went on to expand that he was happy looking at people through a scope but had problems otherwise I had the sudden, shocking realisation that he actually meant he was happy looking at people through the sights of a firearm but was uncomfortable interacting with others! Thankfully I wasn’t the one sitting next to this apparent 100% fruitloop, but unfortunately a former colleague, Rozie who now works in Birmingham (small world!) was. In any case, I decided that I wasn’t going to suggest out loud that we all meet to socialise, just in case this fuckwit decided to come too! But on day two there was, unnoticed by me, some interaction between fruitloop and a couple of others on the course concerning the room temperature, which developed into criticism of Europe and Europeans, and the voiced opinion that democracy was a bad thing! After lunch, the instructor announced that fruitloop had decided to quit the course and wouldn’t be returning. So being the grown ups we all are, he became a figure of fun for the rest of the week!
So that's what's been happening in my very recent life. I'll try to get back into the habit of posting more regularly again soon. Honest! Oh, and the title of this post is a very old joke along the lines of watching the stunts of the cunts on the punts, which is what I've been doing a bit of lately!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Boys' toys
Right now I'm off alcohol, ostensibly having given it up for Lent but really as an excuse to lose some weight and gain some health, although aware that Sundays don't actually count as Lent I've sort of decided that I won't drink during the week (on school nights as it were) but will allow myself some booze at the weekend. Having got royally pissed after the RSCM Scottish Voices singing day last week I haven't had a drink since last Saturday, but this evening I've enjoyed, thoroughly enjoyed, a bottle of red wine, so tomorrow after evensong I don't plan on drinking.
At Glasgow Chamber Choir rehearsals, the lighting in the church being pretty poor, we use a couple of sets of floodlights on tripods, and while I was setting them up and putting out chairs on Thursday I leaned against a chair which when I got home later realised broke the screen on my mobile handset which was in the pocket of my jeans. I was, to say the least, not pleased. With over a month to go until the earliest I can upgrade with Vodafone, and with a couple of months until the end of my contract and therefore when I could port my number to a different network, I was faced with the prospect of resurrecting an old handset and using it for a while. On the offchance though I researched mobile handsets at work (fortunately my job involves having a fair bit of technical knowledge of mobile telephones so I could justify this research, just about) and I had narrowed my choices down to an Apple i-Phone and a Nokia N97 Mini.
So yesterday after work I visited the Vodafone shop in Braehead shopping centre. The staff in the shop couldn't help, but told me that their customer services might be able to, and directed me towards a dedicated landline in the shop from where I could contact them. To cut a longer story slightly shorter, despite the quietest line in the world whereby I could almost not hear the guy in customer services, I was allowed to upgrade early and I am now the owner of a brand new Nokia N97, which won over the i-Phone mostly because the i-Phone got a fair number of negative reviews about its connectivity, and since I'm not a slave to fashion I decided that making and receiving calls on a mobile phone was paramount, with all the extras being secondary!
So one day later I'm fairly happy with my new phone, although to be brutally honest I like my broken Nokia E66 better. But the main thing is that I'm very impressed with Vodafone. I was fully expecting being told that they couldn't upgrade me early, and whilst I'm only doing so about two months early and those two months are being added to the end of my new 18 month contract, they demonstrated what for me was good customer relations. Well done Vodafone.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
It's a surveillance world
Enjoy.
Friday, April 10, 2009
No brainer of the day

It was always stated that at the end of the lease period, 3 years, I would be offered the chance to buy the laptop for a nominal amount (£50 was suggested as typical) or return it with no penalty or anything.
It's near the end of the 3 year period and the other day the letter arrived, and it states that if I want to buy it I need to make an extra payment of £51.97, which is pretty much what I was told 3 years ago.
And my other choice is to return it whereupon I must pay an uplift charge of £39.
So either way I need to pay at least £39, but for an extra £12.97 I get to keep a perfectly serviceable, albeit 3 year old and therefore no longer anything near cutting edge, laptop.
I think I'm going to keep it! What do you think?
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Round 2, and furry things
Anyway, back to the point. I had thought that maybe I'd go to the gym and/or swimming pool every day after my good start on Monday. But then for no particular reason I decided to take Tuesday off, and that afternoon I started to get a bit sore in the left leg. The one the achilles tendon got broke on. And yesterday, Wednesday, was pretty much a write off since I was limping around with the feeling of a dead leg in my left thigh. Although yesterday I did get the bus into Glasgow city centre and walked (ie limped) around for an hour or so, meeting RE for lunch when we went to Wagamama. The first time I've been there, but I suspect not the last.
But this morning my leg feels much better, and so at 0930hrs I got to the gym for round 2 of the fight to fitness. Hey, that's not a bad slogan! I didn't do so much this time, but I think I should probably realistically not keep going beyond the time when I initially think "that's enough" otherwise I run the risk of starting to not enjoy it. In all I was there for about 50 minutes.
This time I stayed away from the cross trainer and rowing machine, and spent 15 minutes on an exercise bike, 10 minutes on a hand bike (no idea if that's what it's really called, but it describes it reasonably well), and 20 minutes walking fast on a treadmill. On the treadmill I covered just over 2km at a maximum speed of 6km/h.
I suspect these might become my default machines, at first anyway, until I get a bit fitter and feel able and willing to spread my wings so to speak.
The other difference this time was that I took my MP3 player (note, not iPod, it's an iRiver which when I bought it I considered superior to the iPod albeit it's now a bit, well a lot, dated). This meant that I could ignore the semi-ubiquitous MTV, and instead I exercised to choral music including parts of a William Byrd Mass, the one for four voices, and some Tallis. Turned up REALLY loud!
On an unrelated matter, when I first moved from my hometown of Motherwell into Glasgow in about 1985, I lodged with JC, one of the other members of St Mary's Cathedral Choir in his flat in Hyndland in the fashionable west end. He moved away a while later, including a spell as a doctor in the Antarctic, and over the years I've lost touch, but thanks to Facebook I've just been in contact with him again, which is great. The benefits of modern technology!

On an equally unrelated matter, when I was in the city centre yesterday I decided to buy some new jeans, so went to Slater's Menswear. As I walked in I saw a sign intimating they were selling off ex-hire kilts, so I went for a look and, to cut a long story short, I walked out with a Prince Charlie Jacket, full dress sporran (furry, see right which is pretty much identical to the one I bought!), and dress sgian dhub.
And no jeans.
A total of £158 onto my Slater's account, and perhaps the strangest impulse purchase I've made for a long time! But at least now I have the full dress regalia and can decide whether to wear the kilt with big boots and a tee-shirt, semi formal with the Argyll jacket I bought (and Blogged about) in March last year, or fully formal with the Prince Charlie jacket and waistcoat.
Now, I must get back and buy some jeans!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
EL Wisty in space

I caught the last bit of the Royal Institution of Great Britain Christmas Lectures on TV this evening, and discovered that the little chip on your credit or debit card (as in "Chip & PIN") has 30 times more computing power and 100 times the memory of the computer that was the guidance system which took Apollo 11 to the moon in 1969.
Just take a moment to think about that.
Absolutely incredible, and something which clearly supports Moore's Law which basically states that every two years the number of transistors which can be placed on a circuit board doubles. This law is also generally taken to apply to the characteristics of lots of electronic devices, such as memory etc. I still remember big old radios full of lovely glowing hot valves. Fortunately by the time I was being taught Radio, TV and Electronics Servicing at college the transistor age was well and truly here, so the age of fragile valves, like that of steam, had gone.
Incidentally, have a look at the video below (WARNING - PG) to see the unedited original reaction of Neil Armstrong to his one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind! A version is also on my own Website.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Jumping around and singing on the phone
On a related topic, I had a blood pressure check this morning at my GP, and I'm glad to report that it's now down to a much less deadly level! A few months ago it was something like 140/115 and it's now about 105/81. Put in an over simplified way, it's the bottom reading, the diastolic one, which is important because that's the pressure when the heart's at rest, rather than the higher, or systolic, figure, which relates to the heart pumping the blood.
The weekend just past was a busy one musically for Glasgow Chamber Choir, as we had concerts in both Glasgow and Edinburgh. They both went well, on the whole, although there was one bowel-loosening moment in the Edinburgh concert on Sunday when I came in on a completely exposed (i.e. the only part singing) top G tenor entry without the company normally offered by my two fellow first tenors! It all happened in a flash, as I sang the German word "Ein" very briefly, then stopped dead and my neighbour then sang the same word and note in the next beat after which the other first tenor and I joined in and we carried on as if nothing had happened. Except I was thinking something like "bollocks bollocks bollocks bollocks bollocks" for the next few minutes. How could I have ruined the piece, I was thinking. Oh well, that's life.
Only, in the pub afterwards, our music director told me that the other two first tenors clearly owed me a pint as I had been right and they were wrong, although in my own mind I now think I should have had the courage of my convictions to keep going instead of stopping, but it all happened so quickly that my subconscious took over and I didn't have time to rationalise what was happening, and that can't be helped. The knowledge that my original entry was correct helps my conscience though!
After the Glasgow concert we had some wine and nibbles in the church hall, which was OK as far as it went, but as a party venue it rather lacked atmosphere. Not helped of course by my one glass of wine, since I had decided to drive there.
After the Edinburgh one though, we adjourned to the pub next door. I can't remember the name off hand, although I should try as it's another one to add to the my pubs page of my Website, which is an ongoing effort to list every pub in which I've ever had a drink. It's a long page! After two or three pints of Deuchars IPA, a very fine pint and well worth trying if you get the chance, and an exceptionally ordinary cheese and onion toastie, the world seemed at peace. The train journey back the 50 miles to Glasgow, then the bus journey home, didn't seem so bad either. It was a good crowd of friends, so that helps.

My average monthly bill recently has been £38, so in fact I'm paying roughly the same as I have been, but with more free minutes, and Internet access thrown in. And in fact, having been given a couple of months of free insurance for my Palm Treo last July, I found out at the weekend that it seems like I forgot to cancel it after the free period was over, so I've been paying just under £7 extra every month over and above my tariff, making an average spend of about £45 per month recently! So that's cancelled now!
I'm still playing with it, sorry, finding my way round the functionality of it, but I'm very impressed so far. I like the solid feel of the slider, it's the first slide phone I've had, and the functions are good. Like GPS navigation, which I can use at no extra cost since I have Internet access, and the FM radio, which I haven't had on a phone for a few years now.
Monday, November 10, 2008
San Diego catch up #2
Wednesday 29th October
This was the first full day of being together with RE in San Diego, and my brother, possibly glad to get some respite from being with me all day every day, gave us the keys to his Ford Focus (a bit easier to park than his Chevrolet Trailblazer!) and his SatNav, and left us to our own devices, so we initially went shopping to Seaport Village, which is pretty much an outdoor mall right on San Diego Bay, and near to the USS Midway aircraft carrier I mentioned on 25th October's post.
The weather, as ever in southern California by all accounts and by my limited experience, was bloody hot! Their website carries the tagline "everything under the sun" which is pretty clever and even if the "everything" bit isn't 100% accurate, the "sun" bit certainly is!
As we strolled around popping in and out of shops, one of our popping out moments coincided with a fair sized naval ship leaving San Diego Bay and passing Seaport Village. The top image on the right shows it with the Coronado Bridge in the background (which is apparently the third deadliest suicide bridge in the United States although why anyone would feel like suicide in the glorious weather of San Diego is beyond me. In Glasgow, fair enough, but in that sunshine?).
The bottom image was taken using the full zoom of my Fujifilm Finepix S5700. It has 10x optical zoom, which is pretty impressive on its own, but also has 4.8x digital zoom too. I've never been all that keen on using digital zoom, since my limited understanding of it is that all it does is artificially compensate for the reduced picture quality of the extra zoom by the simple expedient of "making up" the image by adding pixels. OK, I didn't explain that very well, so read this instead.
Anyway, the bottom image of the ship was taken using full digital zoom, and I have to confess that I'm quite pleased with the results of my first try at it.
One good find, bizarrely, in Seaport Village was a New Zealand shop, The Cabbage Tree, which RE naturally had to look round. We spent quite a while browsing and RE spent a while chatting to her fellow Kiwi who was behind the counter. Strange to think that RE had just travelled half way round the world from New Zealand, only to find reminders of her homeland at her destination!
We decided to head to the Old Town next, to soak up some history. I'd really enjoyed it when I'd been there with my brother the previous week, and enjoyed it again with RE.
We'd found out that my brother and his wife really liked a restaurant called Shogun which was about a twenty minute drive from their house, so we booked a table there and all headed off for what was going to be, for me anyway, a brand new experience. Teppanyaki. Ever tried it? I'd barely even heard of it. It's essentially a table round three sides of which the diners sit, and at the other side a chef prepares your food for you using the centre of the table which is a very very hot metal griddle.
But that's oversimplifying it a bit. It's an art. The chef doesn't just prepare your food, he entertains you while doing so, with flashy juggling of knives and spatulas and food bowls full of food, and with spectacular displays of flaming oils making flames shoot from the griddle up into the metal extractor hood above the table.
I thoroughly enjoyed the whole shooting match, the food, the sounds, the smells, the sights, and if you get a chance to try Teppanyaki, then do so.
I've just discovered there's a Teppanyaki restaurant in Glasgow, in the North Rotunda, so I'm looking forward to trying it again.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I see no ships
- Star of India, the world's oldest active ship, built in the Isle of Man in 1863 and originally called Euterpe. She has been used for various things, including transporting emigrants from the UK to New Zealand, and in the Alaskan salmon packing industry.
- Berkeley, an 1898 steam ferryboat that operated for 60 years in San Francisco Bay.
- Medea, a 1904 steam yacht built at Linthouse on the River Clyde in Glasgow (roughly 3 miles from my house!) for a rich guy from Argyll.
- Pilot, a 1914 harbour pilot boat which for 82 years was San Diego Bay's official pilot boat.
- Californian, a replica 19th century revenue cutter, which wasn't there.
- HMS Surprise, a replica 18th century Royal Navy Frigate which featured in the 2003 Russell Crowe film Master and Commander: The far side of the world, which I haven't seen but will do so at the earliest opportunity.
- B-39 Soviet attack submarine which was launched in 1972, and carried nuclear (or should that be Nucular since I'm here in the states?) weapons.
The top photo, taken from Berkeley, shows the stern of HMS Surprise, the bow of B-39, and most of Star of India. The bottom photo shows the saloon of Berkeley.
They were all really interesting, and for only $14 for a ticket which allowed unlimited repeated access to all of them for a day, it was really good value too.
After leaving the downtown area we went to a Mexican food place, Baja Fresh, for lunch, and had fish tacos. An interesting experience! Stopping at a huge, and I mean huge, electronic warehouse called Frys, which sold pretty much everything gadget related and was decribed beforehand by D as being Toys R Us for men, and then at another smaller one called Best Buy, we collected my niece J from school, and pausing momentarily at a local Baskin & Robbins for some ice cream, we headed home.
A good day, well spent.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Bring on the good times
I'm off on holiday next Saturday for a couple of weeks in San Diego, California, and I'll be staying with my wee brother and his family. They've lived there for a few years now, but I've never managed to get my act together enough to visit, and in fact have never been to the United States, although I visited them when they lived in Dubai.
I'm really looking forward to it, particularly after the emotional ups and downs of the past couple of weeks or so, although I'm hoping Elmo will cope OK with being confined in the cattery on his own rather than being with Ernie as has been the case every time in the past. I'm looking forward to spending time with my brother and his family in some good weather, prior to them coming back home to the Scottish weather permanently next year.
Another good thing is that RE is heading to New Zealand in a couple of days time for a holiday and will make a stopover at Los Angeles on the way back so we can spend a few days together in San Diego. I'm really looking forward to that.
On a less good note, I was trying to synchronise my mobile phone with Outlook on my PC this afternoon and the PC froze. I eventually had to just use the off switch, but when I switched it back on a few minutes later it powered up, but there was nothing on the display on the monitor, and the red light showing hard drive usage was permanently illuminated. Basically it doesn't seem to be booting up. I don't really have time to look at it right now, but I'd better do it soon. So now I'm using the laptop, and have checked that I have a copy on it of the email booking confirmation for my flights next week! Fortunately everything sent to my primary email address, which gets downloaded to Outlook on my (sick) desktop PC, is also copied to a Hotmail address so I can access it from anywhere.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Wordle

This is quite a clever image, isn't it. It's from a site called Wordle, and it looks at a Website, in this case this here Blog, and makes up a word picture, giving extra weight, visualised as larger font size, the more a word appears.
It presumably only looks at what's specifically on the page relating to the URL you submit, so it doesn't take into account archived postings. Recently then, the IAM has clearly been a favoured topic of mine, as has Insurance! I must try to widen the topics somewhat!
Surprisingly, my cursory examination of it hasn't revealed any swear words. I must try harder!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Fyer Fyer!
My first attempt at playing with spot colour in Photoshop Elements. I think I'm quite pleased with the result, and now that I know how to do it, I think I'll be looking out for suitable scenes to photograph with the specific intent of doing something similar.
The image was taken months ago from my front window.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
My favourite syndrome
It was taken in Marseilles the other week, and I couldn't resist it. I promise I'll grow up one of these days. Maybe when I turn 50. Or maybe not.
On an unrelated topic, good luck to all of those running this morning in the Glasgow women's 10k road race, particularly those raising money for charity, and particularly to RE and her colleagues who can be sponsored (it isn't too late folks) by following the link on my previous post about it.
It's turned out to be a nice morning, and although it's a bit chilly it is dry and bright, so conditions look good. He said, never having run competitively (or otherwise, really) since leaving school some several years ago. Or it might have been slightly more than several.
Incidentally, what do you think about the new widgit I've installed on the left giving real time details of who's visiting the Blog? Intrusive eh? I like it! It just utilises what your browser already reveals to the world and looks up a database to work out the city you're in, nothing more. If there's a big wodge of negative comments about it I'll consider removing it again.
On a related topic, take a look at the Centralops Website to see what your browser really reveals! In particular look for the link to the browser mirror, but before you do so, try copying some text to your clipboard, such as your name or something, and then look at the browser mirror and scroll to near the bottom. You might find a surprise because often Internet Explorer is set up to reveal what's on your clipboard to any Website that asks for it. Think about that next time you're copying and pasting private information around Word documents, online banking etc!
It's easy to fix so that it isn't accessible, and if anyone wants the instructions posted, just leave a comment. You can find out how to do it by searching on the Microsoft Windows Website, like I did a few years ago, but I think I've still got them to hand so could post them easily enough. And as far as I know, if you're using Firefox, like wot I am, you're safe, but if for some obscure reason you're still using Internet Explorer, then you may be vulnerable.
Every day's a school day.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Boys' toys

The Mju with its metal body was, and still is, a cracking little go-anywhere camera, but after 4 years of being with me every day it was time for a replacement. Funnily enough I had thought I'd had it for longer but I've just checked Amazon and found that I bought it in May 2004 for £185.24 which was a good price at the time. With 4 Megapixels and 3x Optical Zoom it was not exactly cutting edge, but it wasn't too far behind for the time when I seem to remember 5 Megapixel was about the best you could get without needing a bank

While in Marseilles the other week, the Mju started playing up, with it taking several attempts to shut down almost every time I tried to switch it off unless, curiously enough, I was trying to demonstrate this fault to RE in which case it worked first time every time! A couple of weeks prior to this the latch of the door covering the memory card & USB port had become broken and I had sourced a replacement for £10 and fitted it.
So onto Amazon, and a few searches later I identified the FinePix S5700 as the one for me. It's been replaced by the S5800 but the reviews say there is nothing much to choose between them so the lower price of the older version won. Reduced from Amazon's price of £199 to £104. Not bad. It also seems to be about that price elsewhere too, because I was looking at camera bags in Curry's today and the bloke next to me was also looking for one for his brand new S5700 bought today from Argos for £100! In fact, having just looked up Amazon in order to post a link to the S5700 at the top of this page, I see it's reduced (at the time of typing this) to just over £97!
It's a different style from the Mju, being somewhat larger and therefore not quite as easy to

So, potentially there may be more of my own photos uploaded here in due course, or I may just start using Flickr more often and just link to it from a post.
Monday, March 17, 2008
A year later
A couple of months of being in a non-weight-bearing plaster cast, 3 months off work, lots of months of physiotherapy, and a year down the line my left calf is still noticeably smaller than my right one due to muscle wastage when the cast was on, and I still have to concentrate on not limping.
Relatively recently I realised that the reason I keep getting cramp and aches in my left calf is because without having noticed it I now tend to walk with the muscles of my left leg tensed. When I manage to relax it I can walk a lot better and without limping, but I have to think about it as it doesn't come naturally yet. It'll come though, I hope.
So, since my previous post what has happened? I made a fairly rare purchase from Amazon. Rare these days anyway, although I used to buy a lot more from the site. A couple of posts ago I mentioned a few books which had been recommended to me, so that's me bought all three. Additionally I chucked both the Long Way Round and Long Way Down DVDs onto the order because although I've seen various individual episodes I haven't seen either series in its entirety. I really shouldn't place orders online after returning home from the pub, because I also added something off my Amazon Wish List, namely a digital photo frame.
In the flat I rented for a while before buying this house I had my PC in the living room, and quite enjoyed the experience of watching the screen saver of my photos randomly displayed (or rather, displayed in a random order). Since moving however, the PC is in a separate room and I've been missing seeing the photos. No one really ever looks through their photos and I found the screen saver to be a good way of looking at them with no effort involved. So anyway, I have been looking for a digital photo frame for a while, but haven't seen any, apart from pretty expensive ones, that I fancied.
So, I bought an expensive one. On the bright side I saved over £100 on the list price, but it was still well over £100! And it's a 10" one rather than the more usual 7"-8", so although size isn't everything (!) it means I can see it from the other side of the room quite easily.
And it's Wi-Fi enabled so I can just connect to my home network and display all the photos on my PC without having to transfer them to the frame. In theory anyway. I'm having a few teething problems and although I have connected it to the network, it keeps rebooting randomly every so often, so this week I'll have a proper look at it to see if there's something in the settings I need to change. Otherwise it'll go back to Amazon to be replaced.
On Saturday evening a friend, RE, and I were invited to a whisky tasting evening at G&G's house. Could have been messy, but it was actually damned civilised! When we were told about it, in the pub last week, there was some discussion about what the dress code would be, and "dress posh" seemed to be the order of the day, but in the event it didn't end up like that. However in the meanwhile I had decided that this was probably just the right time to splash out on some new accessories for my kilt.

As an aside, my kilt is the Scottish Rugby Union (SRU) tartan which is rather nice I think (see image).
So I went to Slaters Menswear and bought an Argyll jacket in a lovely charcoal grey colour and with bone buttons rather than silver so it's kind of semi formal, ghillie brogues, black socks, black sock flashes, and a new kiltpin. All for the bargain price of about £200.
As I say, the whisky tasting turned out not to be a posh dress event, but I wore the kilt anyway, and I'm very pleased to have at last got round to buying the stuff I have spent a fortune hiring over the past years! And a good time was had by all while tasting the whisky.
Next weekend will see this year's Motorcycle Action Group Easter Egg Run from the SECC to Yorkhill Children's Hospital in Glasgow, with 3000+ bikers bearing donations and Easter Eggs, and RE has agreed to accompany me by riding pillion on the bike. This morning then was a small scale trial run when we made sure she was OK riding pillion and I was OK with her on the back. Went well, exceptionally well, and we both enjoyed the experience, made better by having a decent intercom so we could speak to each other as we went along. So next Sunday, Easter Day, should be fun. I will, of course, report on it in due course.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Brrrrrrrrrr!
There I was sitting in a warm living room, when the thought entered my head that it's nice and dry looking outside, so it might be a spiffing idea to go for an hour's ride on the bike.
I lasted half an hour, and that was with full thermals and heated hand grips! It is indeed nice and dry, but there don't seem to be any visible clouds, so I guess it's going to get even colder overnight. I'll have the car with me at work tomorrow I think though, because I have an appointment with my GP in the morning before I go to work and it'll be easier on this occasion to do that in the car. So the temperature can do what it likes tomorrow, I'll have the heater on!
Yesterday evening I finished scanning 200+ old photographs from my late gran's house. The plan is that I'll burn copies onto discs so that family members can have them and if they want any prints I can do them too. But now that I've scanned them I see lots which need touching up and repairing (scratches, scrapes, tears and contamination on the originals), so it might be a few days or so yet before I'm ready to distribute them. In the meantime I'll be playing with Photoshop Elements, a very clever piece of photo editing software which I haven't used for a while.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Free calls and football
Anyway, I came across the following article on Primary School Football (soccer to youse foreigners!) earlier today, and in truth I'd forgotten I had it. Ah, memories! Enjoy.
We all know the rules to the senior game but do you remember the rules to Primary School playground fitba?
Duration
Matches shall be played over three unequal periods: two playtimes and a lunchtime. Each of these periods shall begin shortly after the ringing of a bell, and although a bell is also rung towards the end of these periods, play may continue for up to ten minutes afterwards, depending on the nihilism or “bottle” of the participants with regard to corporal punishment meted out to latecomers back to the classroom. In practice there is a sliding scale of nihilism, from those who hasten to stand in line as soon as the bell rings, known as "poofs", through those who will hang on until the time they estimate it takes the teachers to down the last of their gins and journey from the staffroom, known as "chancers", and finally to those who will hang on until a teacher actually has to physically retrieve them, known as "bampots". This sliding scale is intended to radically alter the logistics of a match in progress, often having dramatic effects on the scoreline as the number of remaining participants drops. It is important, therefore, in picking the sides, to achieve a fair balance of poofs, chancers and bampots in order that the scoreline achieved over a sustained period of play - a lunchtime, for instance - is not totally nullified by a five-minute post-bell onslaught of five bampots against one. The scoreline to be carried over from the previous period of the match is in the trust of the last bampots to leave the field of play, and may be the matter of some debate. This must be resolved in one of the approved manners (see Adjudication).
Parameters
The object is to force the ball between two large, unkempt piles of jackets, in lieu of goalposts. These piles may grow or shrink throughout the match, depending on the number of participants and the prevailing weather. As the number of players increases, so shall the piles. Each jacket added to the pile by a new addition to a side should be placed on the inside, nearest the goalkeeper, thus reducing the target area. It is also important that the sleeve of one of the jackets should jut out across the goalmouth, as it will often be claimed that the ball went "over the post" and it can henceforth be asserted that the outstretched sleeve denotes the innermost part of the pile and thus the inside of the post. The on-going reduction of the size of the goal is the responsibility of any respectable defence and should be undertaken conscientiously with resourcefulness and imagination. In the absence of a crossbar, the upper limit of the target area is observed as being slightly above head height, although when the height at which a ball passed between the jackets is in dispute, judgement shall lie with an arbitrary adjudicator from one of the sides. He is known as the "best fighter"; his decision is final and may be enforced with physical violence if anyone wants to stretch a point. There are no pitch markings. Instead, physical objects denote the boundaries, ranging from the most common - walls and buildings - to roads or burns. Corners and throw-ins are redundant where bylines or touchlines are denoted by a two-storey building or a six-foot granite wall. Instead, a scrum should be instigated to decide possession. This should begin with the ball trapped between the brickwork and two opposing players, and should escalate to include as many team members as can get there before the now egg-shaped ball finally emerges, drunkenly and often with a dismembered foot and shin attached. At this point, goalkeepers should look out for the player who takes possession of the escaped ball and begins bearing down on goal, as most of those involved in the scrum will be unaware that the ball is no longer amidst their feet. The goalkeeper should also try not to be distracted by the inevitable fighting that has by this point broken out. In games on large open spaces, the length of the pitch is obviously denoted by the jacket piles, but the width is a variable. In the absence of roads, water hazards or "a big dug", the width is determined by how far out the attacking winger has to meander before the pursuing defender gets fed up and lets him head back towards where the rest of the players are waiting, often as far as quarter of a mile away. It is often observed that the playing area is "no' a full-size pitch". This can be invoked verbally to justify placing a wall of players eighteen inches from the ball at direct free kicks It is the formal response to "yards", which the kick-taker will incant meaninglessly as he places the ball.
The Ball
There are a variety of types of ball approved for Primary School Football. I shall describe three notable examples.
1. The plastic balloon. An extremely lightweight model, used primarily in the early part of the season and seldom after that due to having burst. Identifiable by blue pentagonal panelling and the names of that year's Premier League sides printed all over it. Advantages: low sting factor, low burst-nose probability, cheap, discourages a long-ball game. Disadvantages: over-susceptible to influence of the wind, difficult to control, almost magnetically drawn to flat school roofs whence never to return.
2. The rough-finish Mitre. Half football, half Portuguese Man o' War. On the verge of a ban in the European Court of Human Rights, this model is not for sale to children. Used exclusively by teachers during gym classes as a kind of aversion therapy. Made from highly durable fibre-glass, stuffed with neutron star and coated with dead jellyfish. Advantages: looks quite grown up, makes for high-scoring matches (keepers won't even attempt to catch it). Disadvantages: scars or maims anything it touches.
3. The "Tube". Genuine leather ball, identifiable by brown all-over colouring. Was once black and white, before ravages of games on concrete, but owners can never remember when. Adored by everybody, especially keepers. Advantages: feels good, easily controlled, makes a satisfying "whump" noise when you kick it. Disadvantages: turns into medicine ball when wet, smells like a dead dog.
Offside
There is no offside, for two reasons: one, "it's no' a full-size pitch", and two, none of the players actually know what offside is. The lack of an offside rule gives rise to a unique sub-division of strikers. These players hang around the opposing goalmouth while play carries on at the other end, awaiting a long pass forward out of defence which they can help past the keeper before running the entire length of the pitch with their arms in the air to greet utterly imaginary adulation. These are known variously as "moochers", "gloryhunters" and "fly wee bastards". These players display a remarkable degree of self-security, seemingly happy in their own appraisals of their achievements, and caring little for their team-mates' failure to appreciate the contribution they have made. They know that it can be for nothing other than their enviable goal tallies that they are so bitterly despised.
Adjudication
The absence of a referee means that disputes must be resolved between the opposing teams rather than decided by an arbiter. There are two accepted ways of doing this.
1. Compromise. An arrangement is devised that is found acceptable by both sides. Sway is usually given to an action that is in accordance with the spirit of competition, ensuring that the game does not turn into "a pure skoosh". For example, in the event of a dispute as to whether the ball in fact crossed the line, or whether the ball has gone inside or "over" the post, the attacking side may offer the ultimatum: "Penalty or goal." It is not recorded whether any side has ever opted for the latter. It is on occasions that such arrangements or ultimata do not prove acceptable to both sides that the second adjudicatory method comes into play.
2. Fighting. Those up on their ancient Hellenic politics will understand that the concept we know as "justice" rests in these circumstances with the hand of the strong. What the winner says, goes, and what the winner says is just, for who shall dispute him? It is by such noble philosophical principles that the supreme adjudicator, or Best Fighter, is effectively elected.
Team Selection
To ensure a fair and balanced contest, teams are selected democratically in a turns-about picking process, with either side beginning as a one-man election committee and growing from there. The initial selectors are usually the recognised two Best Players of the assembled group. Their first selections will be the two recognised Best Fighters, to ensure a fair balance in the adjudication process, and to ensure that they don't have their own performances impaired throughout the match by profusely bleeding noses. They will then proceed to pick team-mates in a roughly meritocratic order, selecting on grounds of skill and tactical awareness, but not forgetting that while there is a sliding scale of players' ability, there is also a sliding scale of players' brutality and propensities towards motiveless violence. A selecting captain might baffle a talented striker by picking the less nimble Big Jazza head of him, and may explain, perhaps in the words of Lyndon B Johnson upon his retention of J Edgar Hoover as the head of the FBI, that he'd "rather have him inside the tent pissing out, than outside the tent pissing in". Special consideration is also given during the selection process to the owner of the ball. It is tacitly acknowledged to be "his gemme", and he must be shown a degree of politeness for fear that he takes the huff at being picked late and withdraws his favours. Another aspect of team selection that may confuse those only familiar with the game at senior level will be the choice of goalkeepers, who will inevitably be the last players to be picked. Unlike in the senior game, where the goalkeeper is often the tallest member of his team, in the playground, the goalkeeper is usually the smallest. Senior aficionados must appreciate that playground selectors have a different agenda and are looking for altogether different properties in a goalkeeper. These can be listed briefly as: compliance, poor fighting ability, meekness, fear and anything else that makes it easier for their teammates to banish the wee bugger between the sticks while they go off in search of personal glory up the other end.
Tactics
Playground football tactics are best explained in terms of team formation. Whereas senior sides tend to choose - according to circumstance - from among a number of standard options (eg 4-4-2, 4-3-3, 5-3-2), the playground side is usually more rigid in sticking to the all-purpose 1-1-17 formation. This formation is a sturdy basis for the unique style of play, ball-flow and territorial give-and-take that makes the playground game such a renowned and strategically engrossing spectacle. Just as the 5-3-2 formation is sometimes referred to in practice as "Cattenaccio", the 1-1-17 formation gives rise to a style of play that is best described as "Nomadic". All but perhaps four of the participants (see also Offside) migrate en masse from one area of the pitch to another, following the ball, and it is tactically vital that every last one of them remains within a ten-yard radius of it at all times.
Stoppages
Much stoppage time in the senior game is down to injured players requiring treatment on the field of play. The playground game flows freer having adopted the refereeing philosophy of "no Post-Mortem, no freekick", and play will continue around and even on top of a participant who has fallen in the course of his endeavours. However, the playground game is nonetheless subject to other interruptions, and some examples are listed below.
Ball on school roof or over school wall. The retrieval time itself is negligible in these cases. The stoppage is most prolonged by the argument to decide which player must risk life, limb or four of the belt to scale the drainpipe or negotiate the barbed wire in order to return the ball to play. Disputes usually arise between the player who actually struck the ball and any others he claims it may have struck before disappearing into forbidden territory. In the case of the Best Fighter having been adjudged responsible for such an incident, a volunteer is often required to go in his stead or the game may be abandoned, as the Best Fighter is entitled to observe that A: "Ye canny make me"; or B: "It's no' ma baw anyway".
Stray dog on pitch. An interruption of unpredictable duration. The dog does not have to make off with the ball, it merely has to run around barking loudly, snarling and occasionally drooling or foaming at the mouth. This will ensure a dramatic reduction in the number of playing staff as 27 of them simultaneously volunteer to go indoors and inform the teacher of the threat. The length of the interruption can sometimes be gauged by the breed of dog. A deranged Irish Setter could take ten minutes to tire itself of running in circles, for instance, while a Jack Russell may take up to fifteen minutes to corner and force out through the gates. An Alsatian means instant abandonment.
Bigger boys steal ball. A highly irritating interruption, the length of which is determined by the players' experience in dealing with this sort of thing. The intruders will seldom actually steal the ball, but will improvise their own kickabout amongst themselves, occasionally inviting the younger players to attempt to tackle them. Standing around looking bored and unimpressed usually results in a quick restart. Shows of frustration and engaging in attempts to win back the ball can prolong the stoppage indefinitely. Informing the intruders that one of the players' older brother is "Mad Chic Murphy" or some other noted local pugilist can also ensure minimum delay.
Menopausal old bag confiscates ball. More of a threat in the street or local green kickabout than within the school walls. Sad, blue-rinsed, ill-tempered, Tory-voting cat-owner transfers her anger about the array of failures that has been her life to nine-year-olds who have committed the heinous crime of letting their ball cross her privet Line of Death. Interruption (loss of ball) is predicted to last "until you learn how to play with it properly", but instruction on how to achieve this without actually having the bloody thing is not usually forwarded. Tact is required in these circumstances, even when the return of the ball seems highly unlikely, as further irritation of woman may result in the more serious stoppage: Menopausal old bag calls police.
Celebration
Goal-scorers are entitled to a maximum run of thirty yards with their hands in the air, making crowd noises and saluting imaginary packed terraces. Congratulation by team-mates is in the measure appropriate to the importance of the goal in view of the current scoreline (for instance, making it 34-12 does not entitle the player to drop to his knees and make the sign of the cross), and the extent of the scorer's contribution. A fabulous solo dismantling of the defence or 25-yard* rocket shot will elicit applause and back-pats from the entire team and the more magnanimous of the opponents. However, a tap-in in the midst of a chaotic scramble will be heralded with the epithet "moochin' wee bastard" from the opposing defence amidst mild acknowledgement from team-mates. Applying an unnecessary final touch when a ball is already rolling into the goal will elicit a burst nose from the original striker. Kneeling down to head the ball over the line when defence and keeper are already beaten will elicit a thoroughly deserved kicking. As a footnote, however, it should be stressed that any goal scored by the Best Fighter will be met with universal acclaim, even if it falls into any of the latter three categories.
*Actually eight yards, but calculated as relative distance because "it's no' a full-size pitch".
Penalties
At senior level, each side often has one appointed penalty-taker, who will defer to a team-mate in special circumstances, such as his requiring one more for a hat-trick. The playground side has two appointed penalty-takers: the Best Player and the Best Fighter. The arrangement is simple: the Best Player takes the penalties when his side is a retrievable margin behind, and the Best Fighter at all other times. If the side is comfortably in front, the ball-owner may be invited to take a penalty. Goalkeepers are often the subject of temporary substitutions at penalties, forced to give up their position to the Best Player or Best Fighter, who recognise the kudos attached to the heroic act of saving one of these kicks, and are buggered if Wee Titch is going to steal any of it.
Close Season
This is known also as the Summer Holidays, which the players usually spend dabbling briefly in other sports: tennis for a fortnight while Wimbledon is on the telly; pitch-and-putt for four days during the Open; and cricket for about an hour and a half until they discover that it really is as boring to play as it is to watch.