Sunday 23 May 2010

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Week 361

After going on holiday it’s been hard to get back into writing weeknotes. I’m also frequently unsure whether to continue writing them. I enjoy reading those from other individuals and companies but, after the initial enthusiasm, I haven’t been sure what they’re for in my case.

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What have we today?

When I was sorting out some drawers a little while ago I came across some clippings from the early nineties. They’re nearly all from the New Statesman & Society’s (as it then was) ‘This England’ column. Readers send in clippings from newspapers which typify the extremes of the kind of Briton that would never read the New Statesman. So I can throw these clipping away, I thought I would type them up for both posterity and your amusement or despair.

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23 May 2010 at Twitter

  • 09:23am: @chrislunch What's wrong with The Field Mice?! I'm going to have to look for the Drums now.
  • 09:27am: Pleased to see on Dr Who that Rory colours in the North Face logo on his clothes. I do the same, but his is better than my Sharpie attempt.
  • 09:30am: Favourite new (to me) word from the world of outdoors equipment: Ramblesack. Bigger than a daysack, smaller than a rucksack. "Ramblesack"
  • 10:31am: Throwing away a large pile of paper about the future that I barely remember reading or writing ten years ago.
  • 10:34am: @timd If someone on the walk says "The air smells so fresh out here!" then it's a ramble.
  • 12:18pm: Just noticed that for four days in 1987 I wrote my diary in runes from Lord of the Rings. #helloiamageek
  • 01:12pm: @chrislunch Field Mice can be slightly angry! "That you have a life, A life besides me, Bothers the hell, The hell out of me" Ooh! Fury! er.
  • 03:12pm: GSD. It's like Getting Things Done only even more satisfying.
  • 08:14pm: Wasn't going to get Red Dead Redemption immediately, but my friends have. I feel like the kid in the playground wearing the wrong trainers.

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