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To the office in the outskirts of Wigan. We've employed a driver to take me, and we swap tales and sweets en route. Especially in the jams outside Birmingham. Get there around 10:15, and replace the PC. Also give advice on how to manage one's mailbox to reduce drag on the server. I try to replace a printer, but the replacement is not working. Darn. A quick word with the boss, and she's more worried about covering her own back than ensuring quality of service. Finally back - thanks to more jams outside Wolverhampton - about 4:40. It's Nottingham tomorrow. People in the US are getting nervy about people sending anthrax spores through the post. FBO blunderers have figured that the spores are from somewhere in the US, and are frantically trying to pin the blame on bin Liner's network. I have a suspicion that this is originating closer to home. Look at the targets - liberal tabloids, liberal NBC news, the Democratic party. This smells of disaffected extreme right-wingers. Names Victoria: |
To the Nottingham office, and another replacement PC that may or may not resolve the problems. The extra processor cycles won't hurt. It's a thoroughly gorgeous day, nice and warm, with an autumnal dampness in the air. The kind of day where daily stresses just seem to fade away. Sadly, all the travelling I've been doing - along with a driver who prefers to get there now than a little later and in one piece - leaves me with a thumping headache. Tired, decaffienated, and badly in need of sleep. World President Blair addresses the Afghans. Once we've dropped the first few thousand 15,000lb bombs, believe me, your country's going to be a lot less mountainous and awkward than it was - ideal for a major development of motorway and rail networks. We can help you with that. War thoughts Henna .: |
So, back into the office. The manager is otherwise occupied, talking with Andrew Consultant. Leaving me to look at some of the ongoing problems. Like the printer that didn't work on Monday because the makers (Epsom) have given it a driver that doesn't work. And the postcode software that works fine except for the interface with our bespoke client software, where it locks after about 20 searches. Such is politics. An Israeli cabinet minister is assassinated by Palestinian terrorists. Things They Didn't Know On Tonight's Weakest Link:
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World President Blair warns that the next phase of the arbitrary war in Afghanistan is about to begin. And, apparently, it's going to be testing. Testing the patience of those who like to know *why* the government is doing something, never mind a straight fact about *what* it's doing. Testing the truth about his claims (just 10 days ago) that the military, diplomatic and humanitarian objectives would be pursued equally. And testing the patience of Afghanistan's neighbours, which will hold the US solely responsible for the huge death toll that will follow this winter's catastrophic famine. We have a temp in to help answer the phones, and sent out a big mailing of software to our field folk yesterday. There are calls, but hardly more than on a usual day. But they come sporadically - very few early, but then in lumps late morning and mid afternoon. That's the worst part. Breaking up... Jaeda: |
The direct manager is off again, leaving just the two of us to cope with something like 30 calls on the new virus software. Heavy going, but we manage it. Another government U-turn. First, there was the about-turn on student finance signalled by Blair in his Brighton speech - Education minister Estelle Morris will make a speech on this topic next week. Then came Stephen Byers' on-off-on again sort-of renationalisation of Railtrack two weeks ago. Now comes an announcement by Patricia Hewitt that the government is proposing to give shareholders the legal right to vote on company directors' pay deals. General silliness This came through on work's fax... names have been deleted to protect the guilty. You _don't_ need an expensive new computer to type letters, enjoy the internet... We are disposing of 'second user' computers, which were once amongst the best you could buy. Now one can be _yours_ for only GBP 195 complete.[It carries on, offering a modem for 68 quid, a CD ROM for 48 pounds, double RAM and a 1gig HD for 38 snickers, or a "powerful Pentium 75" for 68 quid. You get the picture.] Now, let's make no mistake. State of the art technology from 1994 can still run some powerful software. It can be a small mail server, or a powerful desktop machine. Sadly, you need to be running Linux to make good use of this power. Running Windoze 95 is a recipe for sleeping. But wait... there's more! Drivers on the M6 between Birmingham and Coventry are getting that sinking feeling. The motorway is slowly subsiding into the earth, causing cracks in the tarmac and the sudden appearance of some quite large holes. The motorway, elevated two metres above the surrounding countryside, is expected to be in a shallow cutting by Christmas, and will be entirely in tunnel by next summer. Roads Agency spokesmodel Quentin Thribb said that they are looking down on the problem, and hope to have firm proposals soon. Researchers have had to abandon a four-year long project into the safety of meat because they couldn't tell the difference between cows and sheep. The experiments, supposedly conducted on the brains of dead sheep, were to establish if BSE could spread from cows. The inability to tell a white fluffy animal from a black and white one has caused major embarrassment. Even Mariah Carey can tell the difference between the two, commenting "This is really silly. Anyone can tell the difference between a cow and a sheep. They wanted the ones that go oink." |
Saturday dawned misty with some very heavy spells of rain around. This typical autumn weather didn't bode too well. I'm heading off to Banbury, a moderate sized market town in Northern Oxfordshire. It's the same place where a fine lady once rode a cock horse to the cross, which actually sounds rather risque now I think about it. A quick jaunt on the singularly wonderful Chiltern Trains brings me to the station, where I'm to meet some other people for lunch and a lift. We do lunch (a fine spinach and pepper lasagne) and head south for a couple of miles, arriving at a large house in the country. Inside, the objective: Gemma and Silvereagle are pledging to each other and their goddesses. The plan had been to hold a ceremony at dusk, on the grass outside. Three hours before, the rain has stopped but the ground is still sodden. Should we suggest holding it inside? "Only if it's raining," says Gem, and that's the final answer. There's a strange tension for the next couple of hours, waiting for the sun to set and the main event to begin. It's complicated by the odd spot of rain, and the ever-present mistiness. Finally, it all begins to come together. Gemma's changed into a long flowing white dress, Silver into a very dark green crushed velvet suit. We'd been worried about the state of the ground because everyone is going to be barefoot during the ceremony. Though the mist has never lifted, and the turf is damp to the touch, that's as wet as it gets. The fears about treading mud are groundless. Someone's looking out for all of us. The ceremony is simple, and beautiful for its simplicity. We guests form a loose circle around the couple. Gemma explains why she's pledging to Silvereagle, with a similar explanation from Silver. Then they call on their chosen deities to bless them, swap rings, embrace, and we're done. They're one of those couples that fit together in a simple, uncomplicated manner, and a simple ceremony brings out the best in them. I just know that they'll be a fixture for years to come. Anne Thrax writes... Angela Bigos: |
A wet day, cloudy turning to rain before lunch and never letting up. But I get some housework done, and only three days work this week. Hurrah! |
Another week of very little change. Enya regains #1 on the Adult Contemporary chart, "Only Time" spends its second week at the summit. Alicia Keys is still the biggest hit on the planet, but Enya is closing the gap at a rate of knots. Linkin Park has the biggest grower on the planet, "In The End" more than trebles its score. The Greatest Hits are on the march: Steps' takes the #1 album in the UK, with Faith Hill scoring her biggest album hit with her best of landing in the top 10.
Alicia Keys rises on foreign points alone, and Enya's success gives her a top 21 spot almost a year after commercial release. Lower down, Blu Cantrell hits a new peak of 24, and Nickleback 36, still on overseas points. Enrique Iglesias enters at 43 with a soft, sensitive ballad that is going to be massive when it gets released. The Wiseboys land at 38 with "Sambuca", a dance hit from the Med. One step behind is Jay-Z's "Izzo", the rapper's 17th release since 1997. Jagged Edge lands at 41 with "Where The Party At", and Lisa Lopes' solo career begins with a drip, not a splash, as "The Block Party" crashes at 47. Weaver 21 No topping Alicia, but City High and The Ark are trying hard. "Walk On" is the fourth single and title track from their "All That You Can't Leave Behind" album. Natalie Imbruglia is having her first release in three years, while Ryan Paris is a new talent, hotly tipped by many, including Elton John. |