2013 — 8 October: Tuesday
There's a countryside ramble1 to fit in today, preferably before the promised / threatened afternoon showers arrive hereabouts.
And, having rambled virtually around many of my accustomed web watering holes this morning, I found nothing passed my boredom threshold by sufficient margin. Perhaps I'd better relocate to London to see if the Good Doctor's assertion holds true. Which reminds me: I believe Peter's g/f still has my Folio Society edition of Boswell's "London Journal"...
Any reports...
... to the effect that the "Newport" is open for business are, sadly, not currently true. I say "sadly" because, at 8.54 miles, this is one of the walks that is made much more pleasant by the pit stop and pint at the half-way point. Gasp!
Put kettle on, Mabel!
Somewhat later
I'm back from tea and a biccie with Roger & Eileen just in time to hear that Peter Higgs is to share a Nobel for that well-known boson while British literacy and numeracy skills are at about the same level as two generations ago. The guvmint has promptly blamed the previous Labour guvmint, of course.
I haven't...
... checked to see if the Flying Spaghetti Monster is in this database:
I contended with about five minutes of trepidation after today's 90MB or so of security fixes and patches as BlackBeast seemed to stick on the "12% complete" status until, quite suddenly, all was once again sweetness and fully-operational light. On with the show. Or, soon, my evening meal. It's already 18:51 though I'm not clear how that happened.
It turns out...
... my Blues name is "Old Harp Lee". Who knew? (Source.)