Some of you may have heard of this, but I recently discovered the wonder and mystery of "The Playlist Game".
The rules are simple. Load up your music player, hit random, and then list the first lines of the first 10 songs played.
Then all you have to do is guess what songs are what, and who sang them.
Thus:-
1. "I will follow him"
2. "Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy?"
3. "When I'm tired, and nothing's going right for me"
4. "See reflections on the water"
5. "Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away"
6. "Pie Jesu, pie Jesu"
7. "Oh no! Gone and put my foot in it again"
8. "Someday, when I'm awfully low"
9. "I knew a man, Bojangles and he'll dance for you"
10. "Hail holy queen enthroned above"
Some are super easy, and some are really not!
Leave your answers in the comments
Have fun!
Tim
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
What's a Weblog? Don't Even Ask
I was doing some uni reading when I came upon this site. It might give you a brief idea of the wonderful world of blogging
What's a Weblog? Don't Even Ask
Tim
What's a Weblog? Don't Even Ask
Tim
Thursday, October 07, 2004
The Reading Festival... Returns
Note that this is an edited version of the original, which is now known to many
On Saturday, Lou, Jo and I decided to go to the Reading Festival. No, not the one with the cool rock and pop bands, the one with two Jonnys and Nick Samuel!
We set off at about 3pm and had soon got on to the subject of being sick in cars. This topic was regurgitated (excuse the pun!) several times throughout the day.
By the time we had got along one junction of the M25, Lou had had two small incidences with other road users. Tim had also been berated for bringing his two lovely companions into traffic.
As the car confectionery administrator, Jo was quite generous in sharing 6 packets of Haribo with us, as well as the 3 bags of sweets that I had brought along. At the time of writing, Lou claims she didn't need to bring sweets, as she had provided the car.
Having escaped the "total gridlock", we progressed a few junctions of the motorway.
It must be noted that both Lou and Jo are not unattractive, yet they were surprised to find that they were being ogled by various motorists, some young and some old,
Some men and some not. But the pinnacle of this came when two blokes in an ancient BMW took video footage of Lou as she was driving. It is worth noting that Lou was wearing a strapless top, which she assures me makes her look topless when she is driving. This could explain the funny looks and video filming.
We finally arrived on the M4 and found that Lou's fuel gauge light had come on, which caused mild panic, as we had about 4 junctions to do. Upon entering Reading along "Shenfield Road" we found a petrol filling station, where Lou put £16.08 worth of fuel in.
We soon found the school, but sadly we felt the need to search for some fast food. After a few hairy moments at junctions, we found ourselves driving along the High St. So we went round the one way system again and into the car park we were aiming for in the first place.
We parked up and went on our way to Burger King, though we were slightly delayed as Jo couldn't walk up the escalator in her noisy and un-sensible shoes.
When we ordered from Dun Xiao Ping (or whatever she was called) who got our order a bit wrong. Thankfully we got an extra bag of chips, as Jo ate most of mine. (I have heard that food from other people's plates don't contain any Weight Watchers points, but I am dubious!)
Having found two sets of locked toilets, Jo fought her way back down the non-moving escalator, and back to the car park.
When we finally left the car park, the task of navigating back to the school fell to me. Now the girls were mightily ungrateful at me getting them from Chelmsford to Reading, but again I was berated for getting them a bit lost in the one way system.
Upon our arrival, we parked up on a bit of grass, and made our way across the building site/field to the theatre. We got ourselves seated, and the girls went to "freshen up". Twenty minutes later, they came back, and I had about 2 minutes to go and "freshen up" and get back. Apparently there was a queue! (I never understand why women queue for the toilet, rather than just going, peeing and leaving!)
The festival was rather uneventful, though brilliant to be at, especially for the alarmingly camp conducting from the Reverend Nick Samuel.
By about twenty minutes after the festival, Lou gave up her chances of seeing everyone she wanted to, and Jo and I had seen everyone we wanted to see, so we left.
Almost in tears to be leaving, we made our way back to the car.
Jo drove.
This was something of an experience! (I'm joking!)
We bantered to avoid tiredness until South Mimms services, where caffeine took over.
We got some drinks, and sat down at a table, where we were eyeballed by some woman on the next table. It must be noted that this woman was eating a full English fried breakfast, that is to say bacon, eggs, sausage, tomato, toast, beans, mushrooms and fried bread at 11pm! She was freaky, so Lou, in her typically unsubtle way, stared back and said "Oi! What you staring at?"
We also took some nice camera phone photos (which were unavailable at time of going to press!)
We couldn't stay in the services all night, so we "left the old bag to her fry up" motored on to the A12.
Upon arriving at the A12, the tiredness really kicked in, and the Songster CD went on. We proceeded to sing along to our own dear songster brigade, in varying styles, including Jo's excessively high singing, her Essex singing and best of all, her impressions of other not so good singers. I then took the mantle, by proffering my personal favourite, literally monotonous singing. Lou went really high, in a desperate attempt to imitate the whole soprano section, though she didn't sound too good.
Unfortunately by this time we arrived back home, rearing and ready for the coach to Bognor Regis for the Salvation Army's jolly good fun holiday week at Butlin's.
This was undoubtedly the best weekend I have had in a long time, and is on a close par with the band's visit to Lowestoft.
So, roll on the next time myself, Lou and Jo get together for a bit of banter!
On Saturday, Lou, Jo and I decided to go to the Reading Festival. No, not the one with the cool rock and pop bands, the one with two Jonnys and Nick Samuel!
We set off at about 3pm and had soon got on to the subject of being sick in cars. This topic was regurgitated (excuse the pun!) several times throughout the day.
By the time we had got along one junction of the M25, Lou had had two small incidences with other road users. Tim had also been berated for bringing his two lovely companions into traffic.
As the car confectionery administrator, Jo was quite generous in sharing 6 packets of Haribo with us, as well as the 3 bags of sweets that I had brought along. At the time of writing, Lou claims she didn't need to bring sweets, as she had provided the car.
Having escaped the "total gridlock", we progressed a few junctions of the motorway.
It must be noted that both Lou and Jo are not unattractive, yet they were surprised to find that they were being ogled by various motorists, some young and some old,
Some men and some not. But the pinnacle of this came when two blokes in an ancient BMW took video footage of Lou as she was driving. It is worth noting that Lou was wearing a strapless top, which she assures me makes her look topless when she is driving. This could explain the funny looks and video filming.
We finally arrived on the M4 and found that Lou's fuel gauge light had come on, which caused mild panic, as we had about 4 junctions to do. Upon entering Reading along "Shenfield Road" we found a petrol filling station, where Lou put £16.08 worth of fuel in.
We soon found the school, but sadly we felt the need to search for some fast food. After a few hairy moments at junctions, we found ourselves driving along the High St. So we went round the one way system again and into the car park we were aiming for in the first place.
We parked up and went on our way to Burger King, though we were slightly delayed as Jo couldn't walk up the escalator in her noisy and un-sensible shoes.
When we ordered from Dun Xiao Ping (or whatever she was called) who got our order a bit wrong. Thankfully we got an extra bag of chips, as Jo ate most of mine. (I have heard that food from other people's plates don't contain any Weight Watchers points, but I am dubious!)
Having found two sets of locked toilets, Jo fought her way back down the non-moving escalator, and back to the car park.
When we finally left the car park, the task of navigating back to the school fell to me. Now the girls were mightily ungrateful at me getting them from Chelmsford to Reading, but again I was berated for getting them a bit lost in the one way system.
Upon our arrival, we parked up on a bit of grass, and made our way across the building site/field to the theatre. We got ourselves seated, and the girls went to "freshen up". Twenty minutes later, they came back, and I had about 2 minutes to go and "freshen up" and get back. Apparently there was a queue! (I never understand why women queue for the toilet, rather than just going, peeing and leaving!)
The festival was rather uneventful, though brilliant to be at, especially for the alarmingly camp conducting from the Reverend Nick Samuel.
By about twenty minutes after the festival, Lou gave up her chances of seeing everyone she wanted to, and Jo and I had seen everyone we wanted to see, so we left.
Almost in tears to be leaving, we made our way back to the car.
Jo drove.
This was something of an experience! (I'm joking!)
We bantered to avoid tiredness until South Mimms services, where caffeine took over.
We got some drinks, and sat down at a table, where we were eyeballed by some woman on the next table. It must be noted that this woman was eating a full English fried breakfast, that is to say bacon, eggs, sausage, tomato, toast, beans, mushrooms and fried bread at 11pm! She was freaky, so Lou, in her typically unsubtle way, stared back and said "Oi! What you staring at?"
We also took some nice camera phone photos (which were unavailable at time of going to press!)
We couldn't stay in the services all night, so we "left the old bag to her fry up" motored on to the A12.
Upon arriving at the A12, the tiredness really kicked in, and the Songster CD went on. We proceeded to sing along to our own dear songster brigade, in varying styles, including Jo's excessively high singing, her Essex singing and best of all, her impressions of other not so good singers. I then took the mantle, by proffering my personal favourite, literally monotonous singing. Lou went really high, in a desperate attempt to imitate the whole soprano section, though she didn't sound too good.
Unfortunately by this time we arrived back home, rearing and ready for the coach to Bognor Regis for the Salvation Army's jolly good fun holiday week at Butlin's.
This was undoubtedly the best weekend I have had in a long time, and is on a close par with the band's visit to Lowestoft.
So, roll on the next time myself, Lou and Jo get together for a bit of banter!
Pas De Tiscali
Mon connection d'internet est mort!
Apologies to those expecting a blog this week, but my internet has been down since Saturday. When it comes back, I'll blog again
TTFN
Timbo
Apologies to those expecting a blog this week, but my internet has been down since Saturday. When it comes back, I'll blog again
TTFN
Timbo
Monday, September 27, 2004
Toilet Roll Club
I am about to share a secret that was never supposed to leave the elite group it concerns. But alas this group has been torn apart by the system, never to be the same.
Ok, it was Denys Holland Lodge, and the residents of its ground floor, who were made to move out at the end of the term.
Despite the £110 that we so kindly donated to University College London for every week we lived there, they were unable to provide toilet paper to use in our shared bathrooms. This meant that immediate action was needed. After much deliberation, we decided to follow the actions of a group mentioned in a book of "Simon Mayo's Very Worst of Confessions", a feature of his Radio 1 breakfast show.
Thus we, the 12 or so housemates, supplied the floor with toilet roll from any source possible. The university departments, the student union, shops, restaurants, offices and even the Swedish Embassy in London. Our total for the year was. I believe, in excess of 200 and at our peak, we had over 70 toilet rolls nestling on the window sill of our shared kitchen.
The cleaners, Pilar and Linda, were somewhat bemused, but being so nice, left the rolls alone, and even used some in the shared bathrooms.
Timmâge
Ok, it was Denys Holland Lodge, and the residents of its ground floor, who were made to move out at the end of the term.
Despite the £110 that we so kindly donated to University College London for every week we lived there, they were unable to provide toilet paper to use in our shared bathrooms. This meant that immediate action was needed. After much deliberation, we decided to follow the actions of a group mentioned in a book of "Simon Mayo's Very Worst of Confessions", a feature of his Radio 1 breakfast show.
Thus we, the 12 or so housemates, supplied the floor with toilet roll from any source possible. The university departments, the student union, shops, restaurants, offices and even the Swedish Embassy in London. Our total for the year was. I believe, in excess of 200 and at our peak, we had over 70 toilet rolls nestling on the window sill of our shared kitchen.
The cleaners, Pilar and Linda, were somewhat bemused, but being so nice, left the rolls alone, and even used some in the shared bathrooms.
Timmâge
Friday, September 24, 2004
Butlins Bognor - The Hottest Place on Earth
Last Wednesday Chelmsford Songsters had the pleasure of visiting Butlins at Bognor Regis for the Salvation Army's holiday week, New Horizons.
We met at the hall and boarded the coach, and were expectant of a bit of banter.
Sadly we were slightly disappointed, as there was very little to be had. We did amuse ourselves by making SP&S stay open so we could "browse". We also ridiculed Edie McCredie (that is, Mike!) for his dodgy hair, his lack of job and generally for being Mike!
Speaking of hair, we were all quietly pleased when Hayley got her hair done. It only took her 3 attempts!
When we finally got there, we chilled with some drinks and copious amounts of Bourbon biscuits. It is worth noting that Bandmaster Don Jenkins (whose name is still a name when you swap the first letters around, Jon Denkins) looked marvelous in his Dutch Army uniform, in a desperate attempt to look like Glenn Miller, the US Air Force pilot.
The stage we were on was obscenely hot, and some of us were sweating before we even started. We started off with a few serious slow numbers, and it became evident that it was going to be a Dunmow Flitch type engagement, where the punters applaud everything. We moved into the congregation for a few songs, and Edie and Hayley led those at the back in the dancing/swaying/general silliness!
After a few attempts, Garry got his tuba solo in, and we moved on to the epics that are "The 12 Days of Butlins" and "When the Saints". Completely exhausted and very hungry (they didn't give us tea!) we made our way home.
Unfortunately I wasn't on the coach on the way home, so I can't report the silliness of that occasion.
However I did tell my parents before we left that I need the loo, and I did not get there until we got back to Edgware, as we didn't see any services and McDonalds shop was closed!
Toodles!
Timbo
We met at the hall and boarded the coach, and were expectant of a bit of banter.
Sadly we were slightly disappointed, as there was very little to be had. We did amuse ourselves by making SP&S stay open so we could "browse". We also ridiculed Edie McCredie (that is, Mike!) for his dodgy hair, his lack of job and generally for being Mike!
Speaking of hair, we were all quietly pleased when Hayley got her hair done. It only took her 3 attempts!
When we finally got there, we chilled with some drinks and copious amounts of Bourbon biscuits. It is worth noting that Bandmaster Don Jenkins (whose name is still a name when you swap the first letters around, Jon Denkins) looked marvelous in his Dutch Army uniform, in a desperate attempt to look like Glenn Miller, the US Air Force pilot.
The stage we were on was obscenely hot, and some of us were sweating before we even started. We started off with a few serious slow numbers, and it became evident that it was going to be a Dunmow Flitch type engagement, where the punters applaud everything. We moved into the congregation for a few songs, and Edie and Hayley led those at the back in the dancing/swaying/general silliness!
After a few attempts, Garry got his tuba solo in, and we moved on to the epics that are "The 12 Days of Butlins" and "When the Saints". Completely exhausted and very hungry (they didn't give us tea!) we made our way home.
Unfortunately I wasn't on the coach on the way home, so I can't report the silliness of that occasion.
However I did tell my parents before we left that I need the loo, and I did not get there until we got back to Edgware, as we didn't see any services and McDonalds shop was closed!
Toodles!
Timbo
Tim The Hamburger
As you probably know, I have recently been in Hamburg for a bit of a holiday. There isn't really much to report, as I went alone. There is therefore no banter as such to report.
It should be noted however that I broke my own personal record for greatest number of German sausages consumed in a 7 day period. After a slow start by not eating any on Monday, I had one on Tuesday and Wednesday, a single sausage on Thursday, four on
Friday, and one per day from Saturday until Monday. Yes, 10 Bratwuerst in 7 days. That of course does not include the 2 Currywuerst I ate in between.
Whilst there, I managed to blag 3 days in Berlin, if was willing to sleep in the primary room of an Army hall. Needless to say, I went. I visited various landmarks whilst there, including Checkpoint Charlie. This was the 3rd Checkpoint between East and West Berlin. It was here that I took a rather interesting photo, which shows that the Internet isn't all is cracked up to be.
I saw a sign offering a photo "mit uniformierte Soldaten" which means "with a uniformed soldier". However they had done an internet translation from German into English. That would be fine, had they not translated "uni-formierte" which, of course, means "university formed". That had the same problem in Dutch too!
Anyway! I had a great time, and I will probably upload some pictures over the weekend.
Later on you will get yourself a write up of the Songster trip to Bognor Regis! Aren't you just the luckiest?
Yes. You are.
It should be noted however that I broke my own personal record for greatest number of German sausages consumed in a 7 day period. After a slow start by not eating any on Monday, I had one on Tuesday and Wednesday, a single sausage on Thursday, four on
Friday, and one per day from Saturday until Monday. Yes, 10 Bratwuerst in 7 days. That of course does not include the 2 Currywuerst I ate in between.
Whilst there, I managed to blag 3 days in Berlin, if was willing to sleep in the primary room of an Army hall. Needless to say, I went. I visited various landmarks whilst there, including Checkpoint Charlie. This was the 3rd Checkpoint between East and West Berlin. It was here that I took a rather interesting photo, which shows that the Internet isn't all is cracked up to be.
I saw a sign offering a photo "mit uniformierte Soldaten" which means "with a uniformed soldier". However they had done an internet translation from German into English. That would be fine, had they not translated "uni-formierte" which, of course, means "university formed". That had the same problem in Dutch too!
Anyway! I had a great time, and I will probably upload some pictures over the weekend.
Later on you will get yourself a write up of the Songster trip to Bognor Regis! Aren't you just the luckiest?
Yes. You are.
Bluejacking
Those of you who are au fait with mobile technology will know of the fairly new method of wireless communication called Bluetooth. It is, in effect, wireless communcation between phones, PDAs, computers, printers etc over a range of ~10 metres. If you have a bluetooth device, such as my new K700i, it is possible to send and receive contacts from your phonebook to other phones. This can be used to terrorise random people on trains, on the tube and just about any public place. If you receive a message saying that you have been "Bluejacked by the Magic" then it's probably from me! Telling people they have a nice suit, or that their shoes are untied is great fun, and especially freaky when you receive a message on the tube.
Here is a site about the phenomenon
Bluejacking
Here is a site about the phenomenon
Bluejacking
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Chris Tarrant Philosophy
Those of you who have seen this site in the past few weeks will notice that one of the longer, and in my opinion better, posts has disappeared.
This post was said to be causing offence to people, and I received a few angrily worded emails about it.
As a result of a request from several people, I have taken the post down, though I may repost it later after some editing.
This brings me to the point of Chris Tarrant Philosophy.
When Tarrant presents 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' he often says to contestants who have just got a question wrong that the question is only easy if you know the answer. This ties in roughly with the goings on of the past few weeks. My Reading Festival was only really funny to those who know me, my background, surroundings, sense of humour etc.
For a start, I knew full well that 'Shinfield Rd' is not called 'Shenfield Rd'. However when we pulled into the road, Lou said "Ooh! Shenfield Rd" before we corrected her. This of course is not funny, unless you know that the next decent sized town from Chelmsford is Shenfield.
Secondly, do people really think that my friends are so insecure that they would be "nearly suicidal" (as Lou was said to be) over a guy she had been texting for a few weeks? In actual fact she had made a special effort to go to Reading to see Jonny, and was a bit upset on the way home. She was not too upset to drive, and never intended to drive home. Lou drove there, Jo drove back, that was always the plan. I just played on that for the sake of humour.
So in conclusion, the post was only really funny if you knew what was going on. Sorry to anyone who was offended by the post, and I hope you can appreciate this apology.
I was a little troubled to receive two strongly worded, and in places, offensive emails, but I forgive you in Christian love.
The festival itself, which only got a 3 or 4 line write up was amazing. The band played an amazing rendition of 'Glorifico Aeternum' and to put together such a big festival with such a small group. Yes, I was touched, and it was a great spiritual evening. Unfortunately the write up got lost in the banter of the day.
So, a clean start, and I will be back later with my Hamburg write up, and maybe a bit on the Songster's trip to Bognor!
Timmage
This post was said to be causing offence to people, and I received a few angrily worded emails about it.
As a result of a request from several people, I have taken the post down, though I may repost it later after some editing.
This brings me to the point of Chris Tarrant Philosophy.
When Tarrant presents 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' he often says to contestants who have just got a question wrong that the question is only easy if you know the answer. This ties in roughly with the goings on of the past few weeks. My Reading Festival was only really funny to those who know me, my background, surroundings, sense of humour etc.
For a start, I knew full well that 'Shinfield Rd' is not called 'Shenfield Rd'. However when we pulled into the road, Lou said "Ooh! Shenfield Rd" before we corrected her. This of course is not funny, unless you know that the next decent sized town from Chelmsford is Shenfield.
Secondly, do people really think that my friends are so insecure that they would be "nearly suicidal" (as Lou was said to be) over a guy she had been texting for a few weeks? In actual fact she had made a special effort to go to Reading to see Jonny, and was a bit upset on the way home. She was not too upset to drive, and never intended to drive home. Lou drove there, Jo drove back, that was always the plan. I just played on that for the sake of humour.
So in conclusion, the post was only really funny if you knew what was going on. Sorry to anyone who was offended by the post, and I hope you can appreciate this apology.
I was a little troubled to receive two strongly worded, and in places, offensive emails, but I forgive you in Christian love.
The festival itself, which only got a 3 or 4 line write up was amazing. The band played an amazing rendition of 'Glorifico Aeternum' and to put together such a big festival with such a small group. Yes, I was touched, and it was a great spiritual evening. Unfortunately the write up got lost in the banter of the day.
So, a clean start, and I will be back later with my Hamburg write up, and maybe a bit on the Songster's trip to Bognor!
Timmage
Monday, September 06, 2004
Tim's Move
I hope you will all be glad to hear the move went OK and we are all nicely settled in in Edgware.
I am currently sat in the departure lounge at Stansted, ready to head off to Hamburg for a week.
Please note that Rev. Nick is not homosexual in his conducting, merely alarmingly camp.
Stay safe everybody, and I will see you when I get back from holidays (!) and I should have t'internet back!
Tim
I am currently sat in the departure lounge at Stansted, ready to head off to Hamburg for a week.
Please note that Rev. Nick is not homosexual in his conducting, merely alarmingly camp.
Stay safe everybody, and I will see you when I get back from holidays (!) and I should have t'internet back!
Tim
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