The weather's finally improved and I can write in the conservatory (well, sort of shed) without my extremities freezing. I've been doing that this morning and, half way through, I suddenly thought; 'the sun's out, it's a beautiful day, I've got a cup of coffee here beside me and music's playing on the stereo. Things aren't ideal, but this is great!' It reminded me of a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti:

One long boulevard lined with trees.
One pavement cafe in the sun, serving strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily beautiful man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.

Tags: poetry, ferlinghetti

I've finally had a dream where I've left my last place of work. I picked up a few bits of remaining stuff, shook hands happily with several people in the cluttered office I was working in and walked out the door.

I know this a strange bit of news to put in a blog but, to put it in perspective, I've had regular dreams about still being in my last place of work even though I left it four years ago. Read More...

Something I thought of years ago but I think still applies:

Pay a penny for everything you say. Receive a pound for everything you do.

I know I’ll almost certainly never get to make this game, so I thought I may as well describe it in my blog. My idea for an iPhone game is....

Drunk guy! Read More...

Tags: iphone, games

A great quote from H.G.Wells:

"Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race."

Tags: cycling, quotation