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A quiet evening in for this boy, minding his smaller boy. If you're around, leave a comment to let us know what explosive party spectacular we're missing. The more unlikely, the better.
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A quiet evening in for this boy, minding his smaller boy. If you're around, leave a comment to let us know what explosive party spectacular we're missing. The more unlikely, the better.
An idle moment, a quiet chance for a moment of introspection in the eye of the storm. An opportunity to examine some of the things which have drifted through my mind in the midst of travel and teething, family and food. Transition Times, Indo, Examiner.
I am about to head away from the teeming Metropolis to spend Christmas in the place the back of beyond goes to get away from it all. Concerning Internet connection; in all liklihood there will be none. And, although family illnesses have meant that I have been mostly incommunicado anyway for the month of December, I will be much further off the grid than usual.
Twice this week an alarm company has pushed a lurid flyer through my letterbox. Under the heading 'Who's Next?', three or four shadowy figures loom from a blue-ink gloom. The one at the back is wearing a wide brimmed hat, such as would mark out a villain in the 1940s.
I now have a bluetooth keyboard to go with my N800. All I need now is somthing to say and this blog could burst into life wherever there is a table. Many thanks to Daragh O'Brien for his example and generosity.
Some thoughts that drift through my mind as I sit on the bus on the way to town. LumpsReportedly, a recent opinion poll suggests that voters feel cheated by the government. They feel that the outgoing FF ministers didn't tell them the truth during the election.
For future reference, I'll stick my rough notes from last Monday's Right Hook up here. It is likely that almost nothing in it will be news to the readers of this blog, with the possible exception of the Google patent referred to below. Right Hook Notes 19th November 2007Over the weekend, there was a quiet revolution.
Browsing a bookshop at the age of 16, I once picked up a copy of The Riddle of The Sands by Erskine Childers and scanned the blurb. I’d heard of the author in history class, but hadn’t until then known he was a writer. The blurb told me that the book was notable for the accuracy of its prediction of the coming of World War I.
Simon mentioned recently that I spoke as a delegate of the Labour Lawyers Group at the recent Labour Party Conference in Wexford. The subject was a personal hobbyhorse of mine, child homelessness.
More competitive musings in aid of Science Week and good clean fun. Today we turn our attention to the question:What invention do you most want to see in the future?Again, obvious answers crowd forward. A TARDIS (again).
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