…..I’m not here……this is all in your mind……on no account did I actually write anything on this blog to give the impression that I was still about…..remember, the last thing I actually wrote on here was some nonsense about taking pictures….on no account has anything else in the world happened at all…….(words mimicking ghost noises but failing to do so as it’s a bit crap to expect words to convey whoooooo or whatever)………
You know, occasionally, you take a look at the statistics from the website and sometimes you get the odd surprise. The one shocker was the picture I took during 2006 at the cricket in Old Trafford with the little green people of Ireland, has been picked up and used here, there and yes indeed everywhere, including of all places:
and in case what you were wondering what the page says, as it is in Spanish, here it is via the gift of Google Translate:
In my travels to Ireland always discover something wonderful: the true heart of Ireland is its people. No country can boast of such vitality and much hospitality as the Irish. In small towns, especially, its people have many stories to tell. In any bar can be put to sing traditional songs to encourage tourists and show them and the Irish culture.
I do not remember better times in Ireland when entering a pub. In any place on earth, go to a bar stands for a beer or a glass simply. In Ireland. In Ireland people get to dance, sing, or simply tell stories aloud, as if in a big table together.
And the Irish are very attached to their traditions and customs. They love to show them why everyone who comes. In the nineteenth century, the British had the Irish people a little tied up. They could speak their language, they could practice their own religion. But that did not stop jealously guarded their hearts in the history of Ireland in their songs, in their legends.
Well after the first day, it seems almost mandatory that I write something at least, given the fact that throughout the day I’ve been asked “You’re working on a bank holiday, why?” just to overlook said fact really.
In fact this morning started out rather slowly, after the night before when I arrived late, and had spent about 20 minutes on the famous (apparently) roof garden of the Hotel Urban, and crying over the fact that a small bottle of beer cost 9 euros.
I started out not wanting to wake up, business as usual you might agree, but it was only the fact that the alarm sounded different and the fact that the room looked different that I realised I wasn’t in Kansas any more.
I could into more detail of the stages of man that is the morning routine of fumbling about in the dark, but I’ll leave it there.
Well seeing as I am currently at Heathrow Terminal 3, along with what seems to be the rest of London right now, maybe the Notting Hill carnival scared everyone or something, I have managed to park myself down with the laptop and for the first time in ages, at least update this magical muse of the world with something of substance.
I had an inclination of doing so while here anyway before the brown-trousers-time that is the flight to Madrid, but the timing came around so quickly it suprised me.
I had reached the airport in good time, wandered through all the fancy check-in thing, pushing buttons, scanning different things, and then after being hand raped by the UK Border control people, you reach the DMZ that is the “Duty Free” area.
I reached the level of utter boredom within 12 minutes, a new record for loitering around an airport. Simply put, unless you are in the market for overly priced booze, ciggies or electric gear which is cheaper to get at Play.com, your mind starts dying very quickly.
Yes, some people have been in contact wondering where I am right now as there has been nothing on most of the sites I tend to abuse like twitter, facebook and even the mighty OohSometimes.com Well, I’ve been working a lot this week, and then still had a ton to do on the weekend.
Therefore Saturday evening and today has meant really today was my weekend away from thinking about SQL Server, Anything that’s broke, anyone moaning about their useless things being broke….blah blah blah etc.
There are certain times in our lives where we wonder if we even should have bothered getting out of bed, lived off the bed lice and then die of boredom with our hands round our genitils, being unable to produce any more liquid from any opening on our bodies.
To some, that’s the ideal living, except for the death part of course, but with the behaviour and level of stupidity I see in London, sometimes it does make me think.
To top it all off, as the day had already been filled with various pauses for thought, I actually went to Greggs the bakers today. Now, to those around the world who do not know the typical UK street shops, it’s a chain of bakers who seem to pride themselves on selling sandwiches and various pastry products all at the same luke warm temperature.
Now examine the below picture;
It seems having given away the fact that there is cheese in the Sausage, Bean and Cheese melt, they felt it of great importance to write “contains cheese” on the same sign.
Forgive me, but if that’s not the stuff of legend, I don’t know what is. So Greggs are certain the melts contain cheese, but as for the rest of what’s in them, they don’t know?
Welcome to London.
It’s been some time since the last time I left any deposit of worth upon the Internet. Remember, to build up momentum to write something profound, entertaining or perhaps useful to certain folks takes immense creativity. Recently, my creativity has failed me, thus leading to the point of thinking “Why bother?”
I tried a long time ago to be profound and indeed creative, thinking about why certain things are the way they are, but this was in different times, away from London, where if you let it, the anger builds up until you end up with the title sequences of Macgyver.
You need a break from the cold harsh world that we live in, and as I made an effort to leave the confines of the bat cave that is my hotel room / studio flat / set for a crap BBC 3 sitcom, to head over to the London Comic Con over at the court of Earl, perhaps it’s time to enlighten what occured in a comical, yet highly disjointed manner.
Now considering the rash of geeky, spotty filled posts spread very thin upon thy site, this is potentially the post which signals the Hughes train has derailed off the track of life with all souls lost in a fireball of woe and the government inquiry ruled “Never mind…. Pot of Jam?”
However, not being one to shy away from the sick freak that I have become, or Golem to those in the know, why not force your minds into a coma with some lovely wee-coloured pictures of the day?
Good question. I mean, since the last update playing Monkey Island, this place has seen better days. I have been twittering a bit more and indeed my blogging absence has been sensed by the odd New Zoolander here and there. It also appears that as far as being a geek goes, I’ve gone off the deep end, hell even Stevie Wonder can see blogging about a Twitter client for that crack cocaine known as WOW and then making sure the video to Monkey Island is here, is about as entertaining as seeing if gravity has taken the day off when you fall off a cliff.
Well good people, in recent times, I spend so much time in front of the screen, pushing various buttons to make things work and in all honesty I was stepping away from the keyboard out of hours quite a bit, and I’ve been away where possible too.
Had been to Manchester for our good friend Tebbutt’s birthday thing, (in the meantime, just annoying them by butchering a few songs, he’s in a band you see) and the Sunday there was so relaxing and actually productive in a completly different way, different to the general malise I’ve come to embrace while here in sunny London. Shame it didn’t last longer, but as we all know from a certain TV show; All good things must come to an end.
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Ok, so it’s not a good explaination as to why I’ve yet again not been around this past week or so, I would love to fall back on the tried and tested work excuse which actually normally accounts for 99% of why I’m never around that much, however, Thursday Night, this is the reason why:
Yep, the return of Monkey Island to our computers and consoles after far too long was far too much to resist, and well it’s not a bad go at it to be fair.
The story is certainly an interesting one and there is more than enough to keep us guessing for the time being, which itself is going to be torture as there are 4 more parts to be released over the next few months. Arrrr ya saucy barnacles for making us wait!
When they come out with this….you need to walk away….seriously.
Basically soon you will be able to do everything within World of Warcraft, it won’t be long before we just have a lead from our brains into it, and WOW through add-ons shall sustain our existance, though really I can only imagine people croaking “kill….me….” after 6 or 7 hours. Suddenly my knowledge of Office 2007 deployment doesn’t look as bad.