huddersfield

My old friend MR called last night to wish us all a happy Xmas. It’s a tradition we’ve had for years, ever since M and I worked together at Cellnet, back in the Middle Ages. We’ve always got on well and it was good to chat, especially as we haven’t been in touch for a while. M is also a late convert to cooking and I was pleased to learn that he’d been sweating over a hot stove and cold beer or two, most of the day. Continue reading

to poll and to paul

There’s a new feature which has been added to my blogsite facility which will allow visitors to the pasta paulie site to vote on topics of my own choosing. It sounds great fun, rich in potential and I’m going to try and introduce it later in this posting (ie assuming my attempts at registration etc have worked). It’s been developed by the WordPress team who run the platform for these blogsites in conjunction with some other company and, in celebration, the boss of WordPress (some bloke who looks like a 15 year old kid) has posted an interesting picture of his WP team on our bloggers’ dashboards.  Of which more later….. Continue reading

heroes

It was sad enough to learn that one of my heroes Paul Newman died recently. This morning I was reading that Seve Ballesteros is in hospital following a dizzy spell and partial epileptic fit, which looks certain to be caused by a brain tumour. The biopsy is tomorrow and I wish him a speedy recovery but it doesn’t sound hopeful does it? I admired him enormously, not just because he was a superbly gifted and brilliant golfer but also because he played (well at least before his back problems developed) with a  huge smile on his face and because he dared to believe that some poor kid from Spain could become a Grand Slam Champion and, subsequently, that Europe’s players could beat the seemingly invincible Americans at the Ryder Cup. He taught his peers that anything was possible. And he was right. Continue reading

strange guys

C’s over in the UK spending a few days with E and the boys before heading home on the same flight as our next house guests, our old friends the Worthies. I’ve been busy getting the pool de-algified, the garden strimmed and getting on with my unromantic anniversary gift to C, re-decorating the lounge whilst she’s away. It’s not quite as bad as buying a set of pans but it’s hardly a love token. I’m a crap husband.

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the painful rescue

This posting is for G and J, two very good friends of ours. G is a regular commentator on the blog and reminded me recently of a trip we’d made to Portugal perhaps 10 years ago, where J and I helped a woman in trouble in the surf. The memory of it brings tears to my eyes, not because it was a notably joyous and life-affirming moment, but rather because the rescue technique was a little painful…. Continue reading

cannes film festival

Well today’s the final day of the CFF when the panel announces the Palme D’Or. I read too that Quentin Tarrentino will be giving a master class on film-making. Sigh, it all makes me nostalgic for the days when my great mate J and I attended the event with Cellnet and created the greatest 3 day hospitality events in the mobile industry. Continue reading

rocket man

I had a recent message from my favourite (I know lots of them) space scientist Prof Colin Pillinger. Colin was head of the Beagle 2 project to put a vehicle onto the surface of Mars to search for evidence of life. By an extraordinary feat of effort, drive and personal commitment Colin got the largely British-built Beagle probe built, launched and transported over 6 months through the solar system to the red planet in time for its Xmas day landing, and then the transmissions stopped.

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phil collins, the gorilla, blunter, rubber duck, a BMW and humble toyota

Well I’m going to link a number of category themes together in this posting and the common thread is Phil Collins, interest in whom has been revived by that splendidly surreal Cadbury’s tv commercial featuring a gorilla drumming along to his song ‘In the Air Tonight’. Sorry that’s a rather tortuous opening sentence. I have a habit of writing like this. My wife C only reads the opening para to my postings; she gets bored after that. If she were reading this now she’d already have signed out. Which would be a shame because bear with me if you can, this one might just be worth the wait.

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