Just when you thought it was going to be a quiet weekend, Peterborough train station turns out to be THE place to be this weekend ( Read more... )

For the first time in almost a year I find myself at an emotional crossroads with no idea which way to turn ( Read more... )

Politics is a scary subject if you think about it. Here in the UK we live in a country which most people would agree has a generally alright political system. That's not to say we necessarily have the best people maintaining that system, but as systems go it's generally deemed preferable to those in certain other countries ( Read more... )

As I approach the one month milestone of being back in P-Town I figure the time is finally upon me to start properly clearing out the piles of stuff that I haven't touched since getting back home. That hasn't yet stretched to sorting out the remainder of the junk in the spare room, but it does mean I've started listing the giant pile of graphic ( Read more... )

Day three of being back up in Newcastle and I'm already going mad from the lack of internet access. Or rather I was until I decided to come chance the library still being open over the holidays. For the record, it isn't. But the Bedson building is, complete with defunct central heating and a computer that keeps making really angry whirring noises ( Read more... )

The PC is back from its brief sejour at PC World where, as expected, it passed the health check with a clean bill of health. Yes, the old girl doesn't have a current anti-virus/firewall subscription but then she doesn't have internet access at the moment so it isn't really a problem. And even when she does need internet protection again, there's no ( Read more... )

Has it really been a week already? Doesn't feel like it, which is weird as it's been a relatively slow one ( Read more... )

The thing I've always loved about days off work is my spectacular ability to do absolutely nothing. And I don't just mean doing nothing of any 'value' here. I mean truly going hours without having done a thing ( Read more... )

The pub at the end of the road has recently started selling pizzas. Well, I say pizzas, they're more a case of large, octagonal servings of cheese on thin toast with tomato and meat thrown on top. So much for healthy eating tonight, eh ( Read more... )

Back in Peterborough for less than 48 hours and I'd already managed to rack up 17 hours in work. The wallet knows these times of the year as the 'good old days' but to my feet the preferred term is "Ow, you bastard! Why are you doing this to us ( Read more... )