Bit of an odd experience this weekend.  Things started normal enough with the Stewart brood decamping to Cumbria on Saturday morning to vist my folks.  Nothing queer there, and a good afternoon was had by all in the environs of Crummock Water (It's not a lake.  Honest).

Then, a series of funny little coincidences led to a Sunday morning I hadn't ( Read more... )

Another day another training jaunt in anticpation of the Manchester 10k ( Read more... )

I knew going down into that cellar to kill a bunch of rats and goblins would pay off.  Work told me today I have obtained enough XP to level up, making me a Level E Underwriter.

This brings a number of benefits such as the class feature Improved Lending Mandate and the free feat Master of Exceptions to Standard Policy.  My THAC "0"has not improved ( Read more... )

With the Manchester 10k growing nearer everyday I have finally pulled my finger out (Or at least started to ease my finger out of what ever it was stuck in) and been for a run.

Half an hour of decent pace jogging without throwing up is a start, but there's a long way to go yet.  For the last couple of years all my fitness work has been geared to ( Read more... )

Kaitlyn got very upset this morning.   Poor kid was crying her eyes out, all because she didn't like the top she was wearing ( Read more... )

Catherine found out the other day that her employers are starting a 90 day consultation period as they look to get shot of a couple of hundred jobs.   Now, a cold, rational examination of the facts tells me she should be fine but it's hard not to worry.  Consquently we need to start making just-in-case plans, and so it looks like plans for our ( Read more... )

Becoming Human, Then. The whole set up is a terrible, terrible idea.  An awful premise, horribly derrivative (particulary of it's parent show) and unimaganative.

And yet it was quite fun.

That's what good writing can do, I suppose.

Anyway, I'm off to paint some Hungarians from circa 1944.  Seige of Budapest, man.  Rock n' roll.

I see Game of Thrones is on telly soon.  I've been meaning to read the books for yonks and may try to squeeze one or two in before it starts. Just in case the series is awful, you understand.  Then I get to complain it's not as good as the books.

God knows I could do with something that isn't Bernard Cornwell.  I can get a steady stream of his books ( Read more... )

I see the irrepresible Mr Fortune is considering tracking down his ancestors.  I've never thought this was a good idea, as the chances of find closets chock full of not only skeletons but also flesh-hungry zombies is worrying.  Especially when your family history contains bizarre rumours regarding Cumbrian Gypsies and the Men of Leng.  Anyway, ( Read more... )

Bastard computer is acting up again.  Hopefully I will last long enough for me to write this, then I can get on with fixing it.  I had to wait till the kids were in bed before I could start trying to do so, as they may be upset by all the swearing and shouting that will no doubt occur.  Especially when I hit my fingers with the hammer.

In other ( Read more... )