Today's BBC News website reports that leader of the opposition David Cameron was doing naughty things on his bicycle.
This annoys me, not just as a cyclist, but also as a police man. It should also be noted that one of his traffic indiscretions took place on Dawson Place, which is the south western boundary of the area I work in.
If he gets stuck on for being a bad cyclist it might set a good example for other cyclists. No-one is above the law, especially when I'm in town!
Timmy "On a Tory Hunt" Magic
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
new old blogger
Another blogger has been added to the left hand links. He is also called Andrew! He is a self-proclaimed old man, but I am not sure if that is actually true!
I have known Andy for a good few years but can't remember exactly when and where we met - what can be said is that he is a thoroughly nice chap who is another one of the those dratted linguists
Timmy "Welcome to the party Andy" Magic
I have known Andy for a good few years but can't remember exactly when and where we met - what can be said is that he is a thoroughly nice chap who is another one of the those dratted linguists
Timmy "Welcome to the party Andy" Magic
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
the saga of the blood stained carpet
There was high drama with the House 1 Hotties this morning, but as I was home alone, it is down to me to report it to you!
I was awoken from my slumber by my parents who had been visiting me for the evening before returning to the Emerald Isle. Once they were safely off to the airport, I hopped back onto the sofa and went back to sleep. My alarm clock went off about 90 minutes later and I was still in a slumbery mood, so I snoozed it a few times while I had 30 minutes more kip.
When I finally decided to be awake and get off the sofa I looked at my phone and discovered that someone had commented on a Facebook photo of me. I grabbed my laptop, loaded up the offending picture and smiled gently to myself at the goatee I once sported. It was at this point the high drama began. The alarm on my phone, now at the end of its snooze stage vibrated on my knee and fell to the floor. Too tired to reach and get it, I kicked it towards me to facilitate easy reaching of it. As well as finding the phone, I found a tiny bit of plastic or glass which looked somewhat sharp.
Being ever safety conscious, I decided to move the bit of detritus before somebody injured themselves on it. Wandering up to the kitchen bin and placing the bit in it was uneventful, though when I turned round the situation was different. Every metre or so, coinciding with where my right foot had been, was a small patch of red, sticky liquid. I was too late. Somebody had already injured themselves. Me!
I balanced myself precariously on he side of the bath, and, doing my best not to dampen my PJs, washed and plastered the offending area.
So If you come to my house before I move out and wonder what the bloodstains are, there's the explanation.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
Timmy "Great Bleeding Foot Saga Survivor" Magic
I was awoken from my slumber by my parents who had been visiting me for the evening before returning to the Emerald Isle. Once they were safely off to the airport, I hopped back onto the sofa and went back to sleep. My alarm clock went off about 90 minutes later and I was still in a slumbery mood, so I snoozed it a few times while I had 30 minutes more kip.
When I finally decided to be awake and get off the sofa I looked at my phone and discovered that someone had commented on a Facebook photo of me. I grabbed my laptop, loaded up the offending picture and smiled gently to myself at the goatee I once sported. It was at this point the high drama began. The alarm on my phone, now at the end of its snooze stage vibrated on my knee and fell to the floor. Too tired to reach and get it, I kicked it towards me to facilitate easy reaching of it. As well as finding the phone, I found a tiny bit of plastic or glass which looked somewhat sharp.
Being ever safety conscious, I decided to move the bit of detritus before somebody injured themselves on it. Wandering up to the kitchen bin and placing the bit in it was uneventful, though when I turned round the situation was different. Every metre or so, coinciding with where my right foot had been, was a small patch of red, sticky liquid. I was too late. Somebody had already injured themselves. Me!
I balanced myself precariously on he side of the bath, and, doing my best not to dampen my PJs, washed and plastered the offending area.
So If you come to my house before I move out and wonder what the bloodstains are, there's the explanation.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
Timmy "Great Bleeding Foot Saga Survivor" Magic
Thursday, March 13, 2008
new blogger on the list
In January, I went to Centre Parcs in Nottingham. While there I met Andrew Whitehouse, DYO for East Midlands. He is a thoroughly nice bloke.
Whilst perusing another blog on the list, I came across his blog and found a link back to my blog. So he is going on the blogroll.
Timmy "DY-OK bloke" Magic
Whilst perusing another blog on the list, I came across his blog and found a link back to my blog. So he is going on the blogroll.
Timmy "DY-OK bloke" Magic
Monday, March 10, 2008
a rare retraction
I don't often write retractions as I am hardly ever wrong. But this is a historic moment.
Mike Owen was the cowboy and Mike McCredie was the Indian.
Sorry for any confusion caused
Timmy "Maybe Mistaken" Magic
Mike Owen was the cowboy and Mike McCredie was the Indian.
Sorry for any confusion caused
Timmy "Maybe Mistaken" Magic
Saturday, March 08, 2008
iplayer and ipods and iphones
The BBC announced yesterday that their iPlayer is now available on the iPhone and iPod touch via any WiFi connection, though free for all on the Cloud wifi hotspots. Sadly, unlike the YouTube feature of the iPhone, it will not work over the EDGE network as it is too slow, but the concept of life on the move is certainly added to.
To be able to watch any of the last week's television on the Internet is quite an achievement but when taken mobile it becomes even more admirable.
The corporation have struck a deal with the Cloud, provider of WiFi hotspots to a number of locations across the UK, to allow access to all BBC Internet services for free. O2 included free access to the Cloud to all its customers as part of their contract so that perk wont make too much of a difference for iPhone users, but opens a whole new world to iPod touch fans.
So I am going to sit on the couch being a slob, TV, laptop and phone watching.
Timmy "iLike it" Magic
To be able to watch any of the last week's television on the Internet is quite an achievement but when taken mobile it becomes even more admirable.
The corporation have struck a deal with the Cloud, provider of WiFi hotspots to a number of locations across the UK, to allow access to all BBC Internet services for free. O2 included free access to the Cloud to all its customers as part of their contract so that perk wont make too much of a difference for iPhone users, but opens a whole new world to iPod touch fans.
So I am going to sit on the couch being a slob, TV, laptop and phone watching.
Timmy "iLike it" Magic
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
the end of an era
After 34 years in their current building, the Salvation Army in Chelmsford have departed Baddow Road and landed at St Peter's College. This weekend the corps held their celebration and valedictory weekend.
The weekend got under way on Saturday evening with a cabaret featuring videos of previous cabaret evenings and reconstructions of some of the silliness, along with some new items. Mention should go to Daniel Schultz who organised the event and did a really good job of it.
Fortunately, or maybe not, my only cabaret appearance did not feature in the review, so the good people of Chelmsford were spared the sight of me, Mike McCredie, Mike Owen, Simon Hull and Jon Scott as the Village People. It was pointed out, however, that I was the policeman on the night and am a policeman now and Jon was the builder and went on to work for a building firm. Evidence has not yet presented itself that Mike McCredie ever became a cowboy though.
Sunday was a good day, with a really sensitive approach to Mothering Sunday and the family nature of the church in the morning. The evening service was a great opportunity to look back on all things gone at the corps and anticipation for all things to come. With an eye on the good old days, the Corps sang "Storm the Forts of Darkness", a traditional Army hymn with strong words even today, before the flags were marched out to "Emblem of the Army".
It was with a real sense of shock that I realised that it is nearly 7 years since I first arrived in Essex. Lots of things have changed in that time. People have met, married, had kids and moved on in that time. I can assure you that having a conversation with a child who was only just walking when I arrived and seeing kids that were born in this century doing their bit makes me feel old.
All in all, it was a great weekend and I am looking forward to returning in about a year's time to open the new suite of buildings with the same passion and enthusiasm as the old one was closed with.
Timmy "Reflecting and Rejoicing" Magic
The weekend got under way on Saturday evening with a cabaret featuring videos of previous cabaret evenings and reconstructions of some of the silliness, along with some new items. Mention should go to Daniel Schultz who organised the event and did a really good job of it.
Fortunately, or maybe not, my only cabaret appearance did not feature in the review, so the good people of Chelmsford were spared the sight of me, Mike McCredie, Mike Owen, Simon Hull and Jon Scott as the Village People. It was pointed out, however, that I was the policeman on the night and am a policeman now and Jon was the builder and went on to work for a building firm. Evidence has not yet presented itself that Mike McCredie ever became a cowboy though.
Sunday was a good day, with a really sensitive approach to Mothering Sunday and the family nature of the church in the morning. The evening service was a great opportunity to look back on all things gone at the corps and anticipation for all things to come. With an eye on the good old days, the Corps sang "Storm the Forts of Darkness", a traditional Army hymn with strong words even today, before the flags were marched out to "Emblem of the Army".
It was with a real sense of shock that I realised that it is nearly 7 years since I first arrived in Essex. Lots of things have changed in that time. People have met, married, had kids and moved on in that time. I can assure you that having a conversation with a child who was only just walking when I arrived and seeing kids that were born in this century doing their bit makes me feel old.
All in all, it was a great weekend and I am looking forward to returning in about a year's time to open the new suite of buildings with the same passion and enthusiasm as the old one was closed with.
Timmy "Reflecting and Rejoicing" Magic
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
