Friday, June 25, 2004

A discussion going on in the office at the moment

"Oi, was[sic] you rooting for Portugal last night?" Having lived in Oz for a while, this has rather a different meaning. The idea of rooting for your country appeals to me: would someone direct me to the team try-outs please. I wonder if you get a cap.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

p dwn yr leg

Texting whilst driving is dangerous, texting whilst walking around, not looking where you’re going, is annoying. Texting whilst having a pee is downright stoopid but I just saw a bloke doing it.

Crash test dummies

It's a rainy day today, you can tell by the fact that the cars are crashing into one another. I passed the aftermath of three accidents this morning on the way to work, all rear end shunts. Work it out for yourselves. People spend tens of thousands of pounds on cars which are equipped with the very latest safety features. Air bags, ABS, bull bars (you never know when you might hit a bull in Surrey), crumple zones, shatterproof glass, a thing for your coffee cup, something to rest your balls on whilst driving (oops, that's golf). They spend hundreds of pounds on satellite navigation systems, radar detectors, radios that switch to the traffic report five minutes after you joined the end of the tailback. Here's an "open source" safety feature, free to all neveratossBlog readers who can count two second in their heads. First, put your phone down, then when the vehicle in front passes a landmark, lamp post, bridge, cow pat, speed limits sign (a round sign with a large number on it), count two seconds. If you pass the landmark before you have counted two seconds, you're too close. This is a self adjusting safety feature, it works at all speeds and it's free. When it's raining it's a little bit harder, count to four. It might even save your life one rainy day, like today.

Oh, and a message from my colleague Simon. Don't drive through puddles and soak him on his way from the station!

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

The flip-flop

This time of year there are many great items of female clothing on show. Mini skirts, low cut tops, halter necks, hipsters, summer dresses are all great examples. Now, for every bit of pleasure in life there has to be a corresponding amount of "anti-pleasure". Adhering strictly to these ying and yang principles comes the flip-flop: the least attractive item of female footwear known to man or woman. The "wet fish on leather" kind of sound they make as a woman shuffles past, trying not to break her neck, is 'orrible to say the least. Now I'm not advocating the wearing of six inch patent leather stilletos all the time (well, I am really but I won't get away with it) but at least ditch the flip-flops. Get 'em off girls! Get 'em off!

Project Management – The art of not letting the truth get in the way

I just had an informal chat with our project manager regarding the deadline on a piece of work. I asked when it should be ready. He replied that I was due to start it on 1st July and finish on 9th July. The project plan showed the task as 1% complete. I jokingly said that he could make it 2% if he wanted. It now says 5% complete. They just can't help it?

What's in a name

There seems to be a Blue Mountain theme to today. Swiss Toni has arranged a round of golf on Sunday at the Blue Mountain golf centre in … wait for it … Bracknell. Now unless I really missed out on geography at school there are no mountains, blue or otherwise, in Bracknell. There aren't even any blue hills, moors, monroes, corries, fells, downs, mounds, barrows, hummocks or even bumps in the road in Bracknell, just too many feking roundabouts.

A very happy little boy

Will be spending the entire day riding his new(ish) "big blue mountain bike" and driving his Mum nuts.

Update: Apparently he's been on it all morning with only a short break for Coco Pops.

Monday, June 21, 2004

Midsummer's Day

Right, it's the longest day, anyone fancy a spot of paganism at Stonhenge? I'll bring the beer, you bring the virgins.

Bedlam …

… visited neveratossTowers yesterday in the shape of five little girls aged between one and five, they were assisted by the resident little boy aged three. All of them had been to the local school fete so had survived on a diet of candyfloss and sweeties all day. There was much squealing and running about.