Archive for February, 2007

Penguin

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

I like penguins. They are a bit of a cliché, but the whole Antarctic thing just adds to my fondness. Rockhoppers are the funkiest, shortly followed by the Macaroni. I like the quirkiness of them more than I like the elegance of the Emperor or King, for example. Their slight gaucheness has its own appeal. [...]

Dolly Mix

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

I am but an amateur at the fabled ‘back of the envelope calculations’, but run with me here.
Today I am developing an activity. It is to do with energy use, both in our homes, and in our bodies. To whit, I have been looking for some comparisons: A brisk walk for an hour uses the same [...]

Reputation

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

I have a seriously undeserved reputation in the office for knowing everything. I claim I know stuff nobody bothers asking anyone else – usually science based, (I’m quite good on worms) but actually, overall I fear I know rather little.
I have, however, just reinforced the misconception.
them: ‘What was the best selling single of 2006?’
me: How [...]

Monsters

Sunday, February 11th, 2007

As a child I had a vivid imagination. I’m sure you’ll find that difficult to believe, but I had stories and worlds inside my head. I knew that monsters didn’t live under my bed as I had a den there, hidden behind boxes of Mam’s books. I knew they weren’t in the bottom of the [...]

It’s that time of year again…

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

It is cold. Ruddy cold. We had some pioneering, exploratory flakes earlier, but nothing has stuck, yet. The clouds have that ominous glow when the sun is low and the clouds are full of white stuff. It will come, I have no doubt. Derek (the weatherman) claims, in his infinite Barry-boy wisdom, that overnight will [...]

Looking out of the window

Tuesday, February 6th, 2007

There’s a certain rustle of exhilaration when you look out of the window and see the tiniest, lightest, floatiest first flakes of a snowfall. A ripple of excitement goes down the corridor of the office, just like being back at school. It’s a feeling you don’t really grow out of: that first jolt of – [...]

from the Dragon’s mouth