Yesterday I got up at 3am... and left the house at:
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Four hours and a big blister on my hand later, here are two of them. The third will have to wait until my blister goes down because I can't use a screwdriver anymore.
Anyway, feeling proud. Check out my handiwork (and my injury).
(Ok, I give up, I texted the photos to myself hours ago... will upload when they finally arrive and hotmail inevitably classes them as junk, while letting bloody CDWOW spam me daily). Grrrr.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Ok, so I work there every day of the week (or so it feels), but there was something special about my day in London with my mum yesterday.
Could it have been because the parentals bought my train ticket, and paid for mum and I to get black cabs EVERYWHERE?
Could it have been because I bought two (yes, two) pairs of nine west shoes?
Could it have been the gorgeous clothes from East?
Could it have been the scrummy lunch and dinner?
Maybe the excellent Billy Elliott?
Or perhaps just spending a day (and lots of money) with my mum?
I think that was it - and I was only a stand in on her birthday treat because dad was ill. Fabulous day.
I have returned! And it was stonking.
3GSM - the massive gathering of the mobile industry in Barcelona every February is once again behind us. 55,000 people and sooooo many parties (plus a lot of work in between). I was out with LogicaCMG this year, and had a fabulous time.
Here are some piccies.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
I just watched the full friendly fire tape.
I can't work out who is to blame. The video on its own makes it look like the pilots were just doing what they were told, but the analysis points the finger at them. But the speed with which they obviously genuinely were sickened by the mistake, I can't help thinking they were just the wrong end of a mistake - caused by wider neglegence within military training or communication.
The overwhelming feeling I had though was sickness.
Our young men were down there, getting fired upon, injured and killed by allies. Makes you feel really sick in your gut.