Yesterday, four members of the team completed the Great Notts Bike Ride 50 mile route; cycling from Holme Pierrepont to Newark, then back to Nottingham into brutal and constant 30 mph headwinds that nearly killed us.
On Sunday 22nd June, myself and the other chaps will be taking part in this year’s Great Nottinghamshire Bike Ride to help raise money for several charities. We’re doing 50 miles!
Partly because some friends and I were discussing classic cover versions in the pub, but mostly because (as regular readers will be aware) I love making music lists, I decided to finish a list I started ages ago.
We’re back. Well, I’m back. Actually, I never went anywhere, but my blog (which was for some time a broken EE version 1.4.2 that couldn’t be upgraded) curled up and died - a desperately broken database leaving me unable to post any new items. Grrr. Nearly three weeks later (it not being a priority), there be air in the lungs once more.
The difference between bad web design and good web design can be compared to the difference between my Dad going for a walk, and Richard Long going for a walk.
Eight years ago, I spent the Millennium Eve week in a tiny chocolate-box house by the lake in Reykjavik’s old town. I’d just split from my Icelandic girlfriend (Hi Erla) of two years, and I was down. Really down.
Have you noticed how many of us who have been blogging for a long time are gradually doing a whole lot less of it? I have, and I totally understand.
A friend of seven years is no more. At times it was the best site on the interwebs. More recently it’s contributors were too stretched to keep on top of it. Yet always it was fun, full-on and fucking brilliant.
In my opinion, this is the greatest painting ever created. Well, alright. Not the greatest ever, but I fell in love with it when I saw it nine years ago in the foyer of the Hafnarborg Institute of Culture and Fine Art, in the glorious Icelandic town of Hafnarfjordur near where I used to live.
I’ve just returned from my first week off since Summer 2006. I turned off the wifi, closed the email and didn’t open Safari once. I’d aimed to completely bury the laptop for the whole week, but then I realised that just about every new album I’ve acquired since 2004 is digital, and modern man cannot live without iTunes.
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