Posts Tagged ‘friends’

Bacchus Ale Festival 2009

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

Last weekend I attended Tim and Johnny’s Bacchus Ale Festival 2009. I think the best way of describing this is as a “micro beer festival”, as in a beer festival that’s micro — 20 attendees — as opposed to a festival of micro beers.

All in all I thought it went very well. I had a brief chat with Tim about it at the Wokingham May Fayre yesterday. He said he found it very hectic, with very little time to enjoy the event. That sounds similar to experiences I’ve had hosting large family get-togethers, where you spend the whole time worrying about all your guests and no time enjoying the occassion itself. As a festival goer rather than organiser, though, I thought it was great.

I thought I’d use my internet pulpit to make a couple of suggestions. Firstly, a simplified first-past-the-post voting scheme would reduce the paperwork and headaches, especially around the 15th beer when it all gets a bit hazy. Secondly, I was wondering about reducing the number of beers somehow as the schedule was pretty punishing — 19 beers to try in 5 hours! Tim was suggesting that perhaps letting people sample the beers in any order. I’m not sure, perhaps. Everyone trying each beer simultaneously certainly prompted a lot of conversation!

Anyway, those were small criticisms. I hope the Bacchus Ale Festival returns in years to come. You can see some of the pictures I took on Flickr, although you’ll have to be logged in and set up as my friend to see all those featuring real people… unless you badger me and I send you a guest pass.

Gathering gloom (updated)

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

So far we’ve been lucky not to have been particularly affected by the credit crunch. I’m a generally optimistic kind of guy but as I start to see posts from friends about work drying up or disappearing I can’t shake the feeling of gathering gloom. Worst of all, there seems to be nothing that can be done about it, which leaves me feeling rather small.

Update: One thing I forgot to say was how frustrating this is. Despite our company doing relatively well and being in a relatively safe sector we’ve still battened down the hatches and stopped all recruiting. So, even though I’m in the same industry as many of my friends, I’m in no position to help them out.

Charlie Marshall

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

This last year seems to be trying to teach me a harsh lesson in the fragility of life. Just a couple of weeks ago my friend Charlie Marshall died, entirely unexpectedly. Today was his funeral.

I knew Charlie through playing badminton. My abiding memory is of him cracking jokes and us laughing. I wasn’t surprised that it was standing room only during the funeral service.

I don’t really know what to add at this point. To be petulant for a moment, I don’t want to have to write another blog post about someone dying. But then I can’t let this moment pass without note. So, rather than bang on pointlessly, let’s have something that Charlie would appreciate, a fishing joke:

An Irish priest loved to fly fish, it was an obsession of his. So far this year the weather had been so bad that he hadn’t had a chance to get his beloved wadders on and his favourite flies out of their box

Strangly though, every Sunday the weather had been good, but of course Sunday is the day he has to go to work.

The weather forcast was good again for the coming Sunday so he called a fellow priest claiming to have lost his voice and be in bed with the flu. He asked him to take over his sermon.

The fly fishing priest drove fifty miles to a river near the coast so that no one would recognise him. An angel up in Heaven was keeping watch and saw what the priest was doing. He told God who agreed that he would do something about it.

With the first cast of his line a huge fish mouth gulped down the fly. For over an hour the priest ran up and down the river bank fighting the fish. At the end when he finally landed the monster size fish it turned out to be a world record Salmon.

Confused the angel asked God, “Why did you let him catch that huge fish? I thought you were going to teach him a lesson.”

God replied “I did. Who do you think he’s going to tell?”

Hello Naomi!

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

Congratulations to Tim, Kathy and Naomi!

One thing I’ll say is that having children certainly sparked my own interest in photography.

A blinking cursor

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

James and Ruth’s wedding yesterday was superb. The best day in August, beautiful Oxfordshire countryside and a chance to catch up with lots of people I haven’t see in ages. I took enough pictures to flatten the battery on my camera and some of them even looked okay. I’m going to upload the best to Flickr — I’ve used Picasa Web in the past but I feel I shouldn’t put all my eggs in a Google shaped basket, so this is a good reason to try something new.

I was going to upload the said pictures tonight but after staying up until 1.30am — and amazingly avoiding a hangover this morning — I’m just too wiped out; vegging out in front of a repeat of Top Gear is about all I can be bothered with. That 6am run tomorrow morning is looking mightily uninviting right now. And so to bed…

I’m back, baby!

Saturday, August 30th, 2008

Hopefully you’ll have noticed a decided up-swing in my posts here. To get back in the saddle, I’ve decided to post every day for a week. So far so good but today we’re off to James and Ruth’s wedding, which leaves me with very little time. Consequently you’ll have to make do with this meta-post.

Or perhaps not. As a sweetner, here’s a tip on how to perfectly mitre skirting boards at a corner, no matter the angle.

Footprints in the sand

Tuesday, June 10th, 2008

I’m very  glad to see that Mr Watkins is back. With Mr Moore rationing his output I was beginning to feel very lonely. Come back my wayward blogging buddies, all is forgiven!

On the BitTorrent front, I’m very interested to find out about Mininova from Tim. I’ve been using The Pirate Bay so far but the lack of dodgy adverts at Mininova is appealing. Since iPlayer came out at the top of the year we’ve started using it frequently. Having become accustomed to watching programmes on our laptop, I want to be able to access all TV programmes this way. Downloading them with BitTorrent works very well, especially because we get free overnight bandwidth from the nice folks at PlusNet. But that endorsement can wait for another post.

One tip I’d pass on to Mac and Linux (and *nix) users would be to use Transmission. It takes all the insanity out of BitTorrent downloads and just works.

At the far end of the grapevine

Friday, February 8th, 2008

I was catching up with my blog reading in Google Reader over lunch — today was the first time I’ve had some down time at work for as long as I can remember — when I realised I hadn’t updated my subscription to James’ blog since he moved it. Realising I had a lot of reading to do I did a quick scan only to discover that Vicky gave birth to baby Charlotte over a week ago! Am I really that far removed on the grapevine? So it would seem.

Anyway, this is rather missing the point — Congratulations James, Vicky, Christopher and Charlotte!

Staggering

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

Tim’s stag weekend was great fun, although when it came to go home I felt strangely depressed. The poker, which I had been greatly looking forward to, went very badly. I enjoyed being at the poker table with friends but I was knocked out very early. I’d like to say it was of the bad cards I was dealt but I think I was (and am) impatient and the alcohol probably didn’t help. Lessons to be learnt I’m sure. The problem is that while I like the idea of poker I just don’t get much chance to play and without experience I’m just not going to get any better.

I got to play golf for the first time ever and sucked fairly badly, although I managed six on two consecutive par three holes, so perhaps all is not lost. Most of the times things went badly wrong I just wasn’t concentrating and I think that came from expecting to do badly in the first place. On the few occasions I concentrated and relaxed at the same time I got a lot better. The rest of the time I got play the jolly loser, something I’ve had a degree of practice at. Turns out I’m quite competitive, which isn’t much fun for someone lacking in natural aptitude.

Anyway, enough moaning — it was fun but just over too soon. Perhaps the brevity coupled with too high expectations was where the sadness came from. Now looking forward to the wedding a whole lot. Hmm… must adjust expectations!

I had a couple of interesting conversations. Richard has joined the world of death-by-email. One technique I’m experimenting with to deal with the email fire-hose at work is to use the automatic formatting rules in Outlook to colour grey all emails I’m only copied on. This has an amazing effect, as my brain now regularly skips over all the grey emails. It’s as if they’re not there! The second step is to colour green (red is a bit too alarming, blue too close to black) all emails sent only to me. These have a much higher likelihood of requiring action from me. Together these let me monitor for important emails during the day and I can then deal with the chaff in bulk during a quiet moment when I first get in. Seems to be working so far.

Insert clever title here re: Facebook

Thursday, August 9th, 2007

I was perusing Facebook the other day, as you do, when I came across a link to James’ blog. Cool! I’m always happy to see friends start blogging, particularly when I don’t get to see them very often. James had a bit of a slow start so I’m hoping if I mention him here it will encourage him to continue.

I’m on the fence about Facebook “friending” of folks I went to junior school with. Of course I’m interested to see what they’re up to now, that’s only natural, but I don’t think I need to keep tabs on them that much. I mean, I’ve wasted more than enough time on that site already and I’ve specifically stayed away from all the Pirates and Zombies and Vampires malarkey. Call me miserable if you like, I’m just trying to use my time wisely; I’m not very good at that as it stands.

And what’s with all this “wall” business? That’s got to be the most ass-backwards form of communication yet invented. Clearly I’m just too old to “get” it. Oh well, I am a dad after all, I suppose I can’t feel too bad about it, it’s my role in life.