May 2008
Breaking my Twitter silence just to point out that you CANNOT comprehend how closely New York and rain are linked in my mind.
Good morning, Chicago.
too nervous: have retreated to study to listen to rest of match on radio.
Clearing out the final few todos before heading for the US. A holiday!!!
Twitter’s error message really grates. “Something is technically wrong… thanks for noticing.” I CAN’T HELP NOTICING.
Told you I was grumpy.
Someone ‘confirms’ 3G iPhone to Gizmodo, suddenly it’s reported as fact. They’re probly right, but I’m wary of unknown anonymous sources.
Today’s grump (prompted by antisocial idiot and furthered by series of fails) has almost totally subsided. But no! I’m still in the office!
Day off. Would like to watch movies all day - but instead I think I’ll jack into the caffeine matrix and get some stuff done.
Anyone can be a bully →
Latest traveler is hiding receded hairline under fauxhican compiled from hair on sides of head. The 21st century Bobby Charlton, mayhap?
Take this many trains, you’ll get the wronguns. Woman, 30ish, just phoned dad for lift… So she can visit a bloke for a sympathy shag.
OMG THEY ARE SCIENTOLOGISTS!!!
Surrounded by irritating fucktards on the train. England, O England.
Great minds think alike →
You know, I think it was a Rob Brydon doppelganger sitting opposite me on the train the other day. This, however, is DEFINITELY Jeremy Vine.
Nun on a tube!!!
At RIBA for Building Futures Fair. Trying to decide whether I’m going to play a fish out of water or cross-disciplinary maverick.
Dreamt I met Paul Simon last night. He was cycling off to visit a lingerie emporium. This morning he’s on the Guardian splash. Coinkydink!
Low meme avoidance threshold →
And they’d probably *sell* better than the dimwit guttersnipes on the Apprentice.
Slugs smell a bit like wallpaper paste, BTW.
This whole place sells of slugs.
I have just discovered that the holiday I think starts on Monday may actually start on Thursday. This could be a problem.
Karmic retribution for a late lunch with Ohanian and the Statman… now the train home is wwaaaayyyyy busy.
About to go into a company briefing… Prepare to be bombarded by THE FUTURE!!!
cheese, steak, strawberries and champagne. Now off to bed.
Trying to finish the day before it starts so I can birthdayise with @annapickard
Play on →
My eyes have been weirdly twitchy all day.
Going to sit in the garden and read a book. Eat that, suckers.
“You don’t want this hand to touch your baby.” “Why?” “It’s going to hurt somebody.”
Watched cats have first face-off with a strange feline intruder. Would have been greatly improved if they shouted SPARTA!!! while doing so.
It’s lupus!!!
Enjoying an evening pint outside Fitzherbert’s.
wow. The guy sitting opposite me has one of those LG Prada phones. First time I’ve seen one in the wild.
A copy of Lee Siegel’s ‘Against The Machine’ has dropped onto my desk. This’ll be fun.
Had to rush through some of my ‘How Web 2.0 Changed the Guardian’ presentation… now trying to get onto the live chat for feedback.
Sorry all, Rob Brydon got off at the next stop…
Sitting opposite Rob Brydon on the train.
Scanning Flickr for presentation pix, I see this… SO YOUNG!!! http://flickr.com/photos/zoonie/27555176/
Donning my ROFLCon T-shirt for its Brighton debut. Sun’s out, day off and all’s good with the world.
Reading through GameCamp feedback and feeling highly satisfied. Still some tweaking to do, but planning for the next is already under way!
Bobbiewatch: Talking at Eduserv Symposium on Thursday and moderating discussion at RIBA’s Building Futures fair on 15th. See you there!
Currently considering news value of a piece of Ofcom research. In fact, considering news value of ANY Ofcom research.
Just seen that there’s a West End musical about Take That. Now preparing for the end of days.
Man make fire.
Considering an impromptu barbecue - D message if equally tempted…
It’s all over. You were all brilliant. I am knackered. The End.
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