Archive for November, 2003

Observe, Mr Bond: the instruments of armageddon

Sunday, November 30th, 2003

If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!Why did Stromberg hijack a third submarine? He didn’t need it, and it led to his ultimate downfall.
Where did Major Anja Amasova get that red dress? She must have been given it back on Atlantis, but then wouldn’t Stromberg […]

Back at Porters

Saturday, November 29th, 2003

So yesterday started late and ended even later. I’m getting to know the post-midnight vomit comet trains well now.
Spent the morning working from home thanks to a very broken railway. Two trains had had an upset somewhere just east of London and between them pulled down the wires. The way they said it on the […]

Stranded at home

Friday, November 28th, 2003

Postcard shopping

Thursday, November 27th, 2003

I really wasn’t in the mood for a night in last night so did a quick scout about on messenger and dug up three parties. Two pretty much open to all, and one an invitation-only exhibition at the Royal College of Arts. I picked the latter, blagged myself an invite and buzzed down to South […]

Pub. Phone. Pics.

Wednesday, November 26th, 2003

Well there we go. Proof, if ever it was needed, that the images they show on the screens of mobile phones in the ads really are ’simulated’, as they say. Four writers, in a pub, tonight. If you look carefully you can just make out their faces. Those are the pinkish reddish bits in the […]

Bluejacked

Monday, November 24th, 2003

I was bluejacked on the way home. That’s the first time it’s happened. Or at least it’s the first time it’s happened in the wild - we’ve tested it in the confines of the office, but then it’s not a surprise. I never heard it happen, unfortunately, or I’d have tried to spot who it […]

Midnight Mechanic

Sunday, November 23rd, 2003

A thoroughly unproductive day. Such things should not be allowed.
I sat down to write my editorial, but instead drank cappuccinos, vanilla lattes and gallons of tea. I ate ginger biscuits. I was still nibbling the biscuits as I left for the gym, so was fairly pleased when I weighed myself there to find that I’d […]

Awards

Saturday, November 22nd, 2003

Thursday wiped me out until lunchtime today. It started in Islington at ten for Mac Expo, transferred to the office some time around lunchtime in the middle of the anti-Bush demos, moved on to the hotel mid-afternoon, the awards in the evening, and then partying until half five Friday morning.
So anyway, the Expo was at […]

Bush in London

Wednesday, November 19th, 2003

Well that was an expensive half hour. Four of us took off to Oxford Street at noon to hire dinner suits from the smelliest man in London. Phoo. Measuring up was not a pleasant experience. He either didn’t notice or, more likely, didn’t care, going on the fact it smelt like he’d been wallowing in […]

Photoblog

Tuesday, November 18th, 2003

Well there we go then. I knew that would happen. The spangly new phone arrives on my desk at the office, and the replacement SIM for my old one simultaneously drops on my doormat at home.
It’s turning out to be less of a dilemma than I thought, though, as the new one is so cute […]