Russell Davies

in memoriam

Some bugger nicked my bike today. Which is coincidentally, also the day I thought I'd take a picture of it because I thought it looked nice in the snow. It's not a special bike, just the cheapest second-hand one I could find because I assumed it would get nicked. But of course that's precisely the kind of bike it's hard to find, because most decent shops won't deal in second-hand bikes because so many of them are stolen. So I'm annoyed. Bugger.

UPDATE: It was lost but now is found. My bike turned up. Hurrah. I found it abandoned in Soho, like it had been used for a ram-raid. Many thanks for the kind wishes and especially to Paul who offered me his old bike. (Which frankly I still quite fancy because I suspect his fitness may transfer to me in a Billy's Boots style scenario.)

it's very nice to go travelling

but it's so much nicer to come home.

oh buggar

Jonathan's raised the bar. I'm not sure I can compete with this. I'll have to have a go at the weekend but this seems too fast for me.

offsite

I've been in Mallorca for a couple of days doing some stuff with Camper. This isn't a bad location for an offsite is it? And nice to find offsite catering featuring a real fire and waiters in white gloves. These Mallorcans know how to live.

The island is not over-endowed with wifi though. Hence spotty updates recently. Apologies for that. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible, and I think I've carved out some time at the weekend to do all the School Of The Web stuff.

the macworld experience

I could imagine watching football like this. Lots of people describing it to me, and some other people commenting on the descriptions. I suspect pithy, evocative twittering is going to be a valuable skill for journalism2.0.

quite pleased with this

fat man running

So Jonathan wrote this on the Love blog, and I commented with a little challenge, and a day later the above arrived in an email and now we're locked in a spiral of 10K madness which will presumably end up in two fat bloke heart attacks.

This is what I like about all this social media, internet of things, connected worldy shenanigans that's going on. It is of course theoretically possible that he and I might have done this without the nike+. We might have agreed to run 10Ks and compare times with stopwatches and postcards. But, of course, we wouldn't have done. The web/email stuff makes it quick and simple and the nike+ device lends a feeling of third-party verification. Obviously it would be possible to cheat it (I'm thinking I'll lend my gear to Paul if I have to) but cheating would be harder than not cheating.

What I need next is some device that'll allow asynchronous remote verification of competitive eating attainments. That I'll win.

Let the games commence.

i love the beginning of the year

Lots of new things start at the beginning of the year. I like the starting of things. And Beeker's just started a blog about classical music which I know is going to be a treat and an education. And Gareth's asking a bunch of interesting questions. Away we go.

arthur's daily monster

The Daily Monster phenomenon is still taking off. Arthur loves it. Though I think in some ways he's a little disappointed. He thought all the monsters were just for him.

have you sent us a package?

If you sent a package to 'Russell, Anne and Arthur' or something like that (at our home address) it seems likely that the Post Office have lost it. (Unless their search and recovery operations prove more successful than they normally are.) So, if you think we've not been appropriately grateful we're sorry, it's because we didn't get it, and we don't know who the package we didn't get is from, so this is the only way we can let you know. Sorry.