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Platform Refresh

The last few months have seen a bit of a tech re-org at home. Likely driven by the imminent arrival of little Fletch I had a desire to free up some space finish off some projects and simplify everything. Digital nestbuilding. I flogged my 27” iMac and bought a new Macbook 12 so I can work/browse anywhere. I physically cabled in some new access-points and set them up for roaming so I can walk from the house to garden without losing signal and then I put up a shed that I’ve turned into a home office.

New Job

I lived in the middle of London for five years. Proper middle, Zone1, London Bridge, Borough. No messing. Fuck your Clapham or Brixton and all that. During that time, although my head-office was but ten minutes stroll away I worked daily with my clients at their offices. Over those years that meant three different commutes. A five hour round trip to Surrey on tube/national rail, a three hour on the train to West London and a slightly shorter one, also to West London.

Christmas in Dorset

Thoroughly enjoyed getting away at Christmas. Went down to Dorset on Christmas day itself and stayed till the 27th. Slightly unusual not having family around but we saw everyone on Skype and it felt good being a bit selfish and just doing whatever we wanted. Love it down on the coast. I can see myself moving to Dorset!

The Marabastard is Over

Well, I completed the Marabastard but it wasn’t all plain sailing. It took me 2 hours 34 minutes, which was way over my target and disappointing, but I wasn’t in the best state… I had three days off work immediately prior to race day. Stinking headache, a cough and lots of snot. I was feeling much better by the Saturday night but even on the Sunday morning of the race I was considering just going to watch.

Samsung Chromebook

Last week I purchased a Chromebook, (the cheap Samsung one not the £1050 job announced yesterday, I haven’t completely lost my mind) and I think it’s a really really awesome little laptop. I’ve been met with intrigue and derision in roughly equal measures since starting to walk round the office campus with it this week. Let me tell you why I understand the sneers, why I like it and why it works for me.

The Passing of Time

Saturday morning at The Barn we did a small amount of gardening, helping to clear an overgrown area which was full of thick bush and ivy. A couple of big trees in there looked quite damaged so we needed to make room for them to be properly inspected. The trees will have to face the chop. The ivy has owned them. At one point I looked around at the shifting, sawing, lopping, dragging and thrashing going on, and I wondered how long it had been since it was last cleared.

A Running Technique

Despite the lack of marabastard updates I have been keeping my hand in to do you all proud I promise. In fact I have recently run a couple of much quicker times after Googling “how to run”. It turns out their is a technique to it which has taken me 32 years to find out about, it has taken minutes off each mile and I’m LESS knackered as a result.

Backwards Technology II

I have had a word about backwards technology before so here’s something else that doesn’t need any further improvement: Infinite scroll. This is the javascript technology that automatically loads more content as you scroll down a page. It is supposed to save you from having to click “next” to load up another batch of articles on a blog, making stuff all tablety and easy. It’s bollocks. I don’t need my browser to decide anything this banal for me.

George Osbournes Burger

If you didn’t know, there has been a small uproar because the chancellor of our exchequer tweeted a picture of himself eating a burger. Someone pointed out that the burger had come from posh burger chain Byron, and therefore had cost at least ten quid. Why didn’t he buy a cheaper one? Ten quid on a burger! The ponce! Normal people can’t afford a ten quid burger, he’s not normal!

Luton Airport. Bend me over the barrier.

I was looking at airport parking for a holiday I’m off on. Last week it was £60 at the long-stay and £80 for valet parking right up to the terminal. Seemed OK. I look the day before I’m due to fly… It’s now £90 at the long stay and £120 for valet. Patronisingly called “Last minute saver”. There’s no such thing as “last minute”, it’s just called “doing stuff in time”.

Training for the Marabastard

Well the first of the bastard marabastard runs have taken place. It was meant to be five miles, according to my virtual trainer Jeff Gaudette on Runkeeper. Five miles for the first run, I mean for fucks sake. Anyway I managed 4.69 miles Jeff so I hope that’s ok. Frankly I could have done a bit more but it would have meant running back past my house again and then returning which I simply could not face.