Flight Control for iPhone is more addictive than crack
March 29, 2009I’m just saying. You should under no circumstances play it.
That is all.
I’m just saying. You should under no circumstances play it.
That is all.
I nearly cried when I found my iPod shuffle had been through the washing machine with my skanky gym kit. When it came out I could hear soapy water sloshing around inside it. Big sad face. However! I am now a happy gym bunny and my iPod shuffle is well again. Here’s my advice for those in a similar situation:
God bless electronics, and Mr Heathcote who, if i remember correctly, suggested this marvellous method. More tips and tricks over here.
It’s Saturday, I’m resting at home recovering from evil cold from hell, and I’m avoiding chores by looking for good music to wash up to.
Here’s what I’ve got so far:
Got any suggestions? Add them to this spotify playlist.
And now back to the grind.
A very short but very important message: please write to your MP urging them to vote against changing the law to make MPs expenses exempt from the Freedom of Information act. It’s important!
Write to your MP now, and make sure your hard-earned pennies aren’t squandered on Swan pizzas, ice sculptures and private helter skelters. Or at least make sure that if that happens, you know about it and can act accordingly.
Please join the Facebook group too.
Update: phew. Panic over.
Thanks to the awesome LastGraph, I’ve mined my last.fm profile in a very elegant and beautiful way to look at listening habits over 2008, with the output below. No big surprises here. Had a couple of weeks off in late October/November so big chunk of listening there. Intriguied by a burst of listening to The Who last January. Might be time for another Baba-binge.
I’ve also created a playlist of things which I enjoyed or discovered in 2008, which is presented below with mp3 links where I could find them. I’m sure I can help you out if you’re after an easier-to-digest version of the below…
The last time i had two consecutive weeks to myself was a very long time ago. Even at university, when only 30 weeks a year were spent in lectures, there wasn’t ever a time when I wasn’t staying up doing overnight recording sessions to finish off my portfolio or checking other people’s data entry to make ends meet.
So from Friday, aside from a visit to my family up in Wales, I’m pretty much free as a bird, with all of credit-crunched London at my disposal.
What’s a boy to do?
I recently moved to Finsbury Park, and luckily the weekends have been nice enough to afford drinking tea outside on our teeny teeny little roof terrace thingy. Tea good.
Victoria line being off is a slight nuisance though, and it causes all kinds of woe when people want brave the tube and come round to share in said tea.
Because I’ve yet to find one, I’ve created an iCal of the closures up to November on the Victoria line only, compiled from the not overly parseable pdf of planned track closures on their site.
The next things I will do with this are:
Download the Victoria line closures calendar (iCal) now
Update March 1st, 2009: the calendar now includes all closures through to November 2009.
Over the last month or so I’ve been flat-hunting extensively, crossing the threshold of various abodes listening to the same estate agent spiel.
Sadly the experience was nothing out of the ordinary, and despite what anyone says, garden flats will always be a bit dark; rooms remain the same size regardless of which way around you put the bed; if there are bars on the window there’s probably a good reason why; 15 minutes walk from the tube normally means 15 minute bus ride.
But most entertainment has come from dodgy ads on Gumtree, where property marketing through exquisite photography is the name of the game. These pictures represent just a few of the classy pads on offer in London this August.


Being an estate agent places stringent demands on the memory – it’s a job where the turnover of faces is high. But our charming, gelled-up letting agent Dan should really have realised that when I’m about to part with a large wodge of cash I’d rather not have my hand shaken by someone who calls me Peter.
Luckily we’ve found somewhere a little more inspiring than the above. And this post is the sole result of acute procrastination from packing.
Not normally one to comment on politics, but the London mayoral election race just seems so much closer than it ought to. I mean. Really. Boris Johnson? As mayor? For real? Is anyone really going to vote for him? With that hair?
Big congratulations to Darren LMG and Sashinka on the announcement that they’re engaged! We do like a bit of love in the blogosphere. But in a world where our blog names are our surnames (Meg Meish (neé Notsosoft), Mike TD, Ian Blogadoon etc), obviously the biggest question of all is this: will it be Sasha LMG or Darren Sashinka?