Angry Ink

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Tuesday 08 January 2013

Across the pond - it all makes sense now....

Sunday 06 January 2013

Out for a walk around Alresford with Ken and Carol. We saw a lot of the River Alre, and stumbled across a sort of gravity fed ski lift.

The river Alre Carol descending Tina going downhill Ken showing off :)

We finished the walk with a cup of tea at the station. No trains, unfortunately.

Saturday 05 January 2013

The Hobbit! Tina and I walk to the cinema in the evening and watch the first part of Peter Jackson's latest money spinner epic. It was very entertaining, but as we walk home we both felt a bit overwhelmed with CGI effects and a little short changed on dialogue and plot. Perhaps I should read the book again so that I can be properly critical. Do I want to watch part 2??




Friday 04 January 2013

Three lessons today - 7:30, 10:30 and 1:00. The early one with Joe goes well. During the lesson I get a message, and when I check I see it's from my 1:00 appointment: a 17 year old lad who can't make it because of a bad back. When I arrive at the home of my 10:30 learner, no-one answers the door, and his phone is switched off. Oh well, thet's the end of another busy working week ;) At least I'm not spending too much on diesel...

Tuesday 01 January 2013

Spent the day with Tina, Chris and Nigel, and Tim and Dorothy tramping around the Hampshire / Wiltshire borders on the edge of the New Forest. A good way to see in the new year. The weather was perfect, cold, sunny and very bright. There was a certain amount of consternation about finishing the walk in daylight, but we made it back to the cars before the sun deserted us completely.

The river Avon crossed our path several times, and there were lots of flooded fields to be seen, but our path was relativley dry and I think feet were too.

What happened to Christmas? I blinked and it went. Family, friends, lovely presents and enough food and drink to sink (or float) a battleship.

Ken and Carol hid a lottery ticket in Tina's and my present. Unfortunately, the numbers didn't come up, but it made me think: what if you are given a ticket, and you hit the jackpot? I suppose the only sensible thing is to give your benefactor half. Although it's possible £0.50 is a bit too much...



Friday 21 December 2012

The Mayans have nothing on these guys...When we wake, the world seems much the same. Were the Mayans working to GMT standard winter time, though?

After Tina goes to work, I decide to do some shopping in London. After all, who cares where we are when it all goes off? I walk from Waterloo to the city, and meet with Jim for a coffee and a chat, before his official lunch which is a Christmas boozy affair by the sound of it.

After I say goodbye to Jim, I wander around Spitalfields old market. Several stall holders have the time to chat. It's not too busy and there is a good variety of goods for sale on the stalls. Later, I look at Brick Lane, but it's very quiet with many closed shops as most of the residents are at the mosque.

I get a tube to Covent Garden, which doesn't appeal quite so much, then wander off to Waterloo. London seems remarkably quiet, except for the train on the way home.

Thursday 20 December 2012

After a couple of lessons I meet with Eileen and Michael at Basingfields, where they are visiting Dad. We have a good chat, Dad dozes but we think he hears everything. Mike noticed how Dad perks up whenever a younger female member of staff is around - good for him...

Wednesday 19 December 2012

Mayan calendar - oooh errrr...A busy day, working from 9:00 until just before six. It's difficult to concentrate on the lessons, due to the imminent apocalypse. The 21st of December 2012 was regarded as the end of a 5125 year long cycle in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar.

The Maya were a Mesoamerican civilization, noted for the only known fully developed written language of the pre-Columbian Americas, as well as for art, architecture, and mathematical and astronomical systems. Fair enough, but they also went in for ritualised sacrifice, usually performed in public by religious or political leaders piercing a soft body part, most commonly the tongue, ear or foreskin, and collecting the blood to smear directly on an idol or collecting it on paper, which was then burned. I'm not sure that Prof. Brian Cox uses these methods, but you never know.

If there's no entry on Friday, I will apologise profusely to the Mayans when we all meet up on Mars.

Tuesday 18 December 2012

This might be a bit complex for some, but the Rubberbandits are probably the best people in the world to explain the mysteries of physics. Ken and I had the great pleasure of watching the RBs live in Oxford, and it was one of the best night's entertainment I've ever experienced. And I've experienced at least three nights entertainment in my life, so I know what I'm talking about.

They are playing in London in January, we'll be there!