Shame, as it works on the N8. I guess there must be some incompatibility issue with IE 9 on Windows Mobile 7.5. There is an app available, but it'll only connect to Typepad hosted sites.
Ah well, will have to update this and all my Amazing Collective news from home instead.
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Restarted back in June and managed to join a local club, Strings. Had a couple of matches now, and currently unbeaten in 3 and second in the league
Really enjoying it, and it's doing my health no end of good too, although the post-match beers are probably wiping out the calories burnt off during the match 
Lots of trips all over the country and Europe; Paris, London, Bristol, Stevenage, Warrington, Workington, Darlington, and Hull. A fantastic six months packed with lots to do, and lots of friendships made and rekindled
Anyway, I'm back online and blogging, twitting, and facebooking again!
]]>I'd been looking at the N8 for a while. But remembering the fun of upgrading in the past to the latest gizmo, only to find firmware upgrades every five minutes to fix bugs. I thought it'd be better to wait a few months first.
Well, the N8 was free, on a reasonable contract. Which comes with free text's and 'unlimited' internet (within reason). And I think it's cool Will update regularly as I find the good and bad things about it.
Been digging through stuff since moving into Jules mum's. And I found the original CD that her brother, Chris, did for me for the funeral. I'd done a montage of photo's of Jules to music. It was projected onto the wall of the church, whilst people came in. Not all the songs are available on YouTube, but they were:
Del Amitri - Tell Her This
The Beautiful South - Little Blue
Sting - The Book of My Life
Coldplay - The Scientist
Brought the emotions of the day flooding back. How I tried my hardest to say a few words, and ended up chocking up and crying. How so many friends turned out both at the church, the cemetry, and then the wake. The wake, which I remember little of, other than it was a great celebration of someone's life.
T'is time for bed, and as my eyes close, time slips back to those happy memories. It's not saying I'll never love again, but I've lost the love of someone I never imagined I would.
]]>Ringing them at 08:30 found all today's appointments gone. So back to the emergency surgery at 5pm. The doctor couldn't make a diagnosis, so more painkillers and antibotics. Lots of samples sent away for tests. I'll hopefully find out what it is on Thursday. In the meantime, lots of rest and fluids.
]]>I quite enjoy facilitating the day, hopefully without too many problems. And since starting 3-4 years ago, it's now a smooth running event. Just got to type up the actions, of which there was a LOT this time!
]]>So, with the arrival of a Nokia N8 with full qwerty keyboard (thanks to James for pointing that one out!), my mobile blogging can restart with a vengeance.
]]>Cracking pre-match pub, and probably the best I've seen City play this season. Fast, flowing footy. Passes that connected. They really looked like a team on the way up and beyond. Which, on the away performances, the playoffs must be a possibility.
The unbeaten away form continues. Best ever run for the club. Which compares better than the last season in the Premier League, without a win away since March 2009.
]]>Sitting in the empty living room, with Nige, Laura, Janet and Rachael, along with several boxes of pizza, I couldn't help crying a little. All the good memories, and sad memories. Walking round the house for one more time, each room empty and quiet. No cat meowing. No-one shouting my name, having forgotten to put something somewhere.
But, as I said at the start of 2011, it feels more and more that this is the year of changes. And I really do need to get on that housing ladder.
]]>Long gone are the days of climbing drainpipes to deposit flowers and chocolates on windowsills. For one thing, I doubt the drainpipe would hold my weight these days. And besides, personal delivery, according to folklore, should be done before midnight on the 13th. A knock at the door, and run away. Which sounds silly.
Of course, it helps if you send one in the first place. There's no point debating whether it's right or wrong, romantic or stupid, if you've not bothered in the first place.
Guess I'll find out soon enough, if I decide to send any this year
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And the first time, it went to a draw. Infamously, United manager Kenny Dalglish was asked by Jeremy Paxman on BBC Newsnight : "Are you a big girl's blouse?" after trying to get the venue moved.
Stevenage are doing well for the first season in league 2. They might even emulate my home team with back-to-back promotions - dare to dream?
]]>He rang back Friday afternoon with the bad news. Some welding on the nearside sill, were the tyre place jacked the car up and crushed it 
Also, as I suspected, the rear drums are shot. Although the CV didn't fail. In fact he reckons having packed it with grease it's fixed it. So, not as bad as I thought. I would've done the drums myself, but it's too cold, wet, and miserable at the moment, so he's going to get it all done over the weekend. Can't wait 'til Monday when I get the car back
Going through all the old paperwork, I can't remember the last time my car passed first time. I'm determined to spend a little more time on it this year, in the hope next January I can blog that it's flown through