Old men.

I've just witnessed a guy who had left his seat for a couple of minutes in the British Library with the desk full of his stuff including several books and his computer plugged in and turned on have his seat taken by an old guy who has now refused to budge for the last 5 minutes and made a ridiculous scene. I've spent a fair bit of time in libraries in general over the years and it never ceases to amaze me that it is singularly old men who I've seen cause problems by taking people's seats when they are clearly taken. I can't wait to get old, it's going to be so much fun.

Neglectful me.

I realised I've been somewhat neglectful of this blog - working full time, looking for jobs and doing Mitch's Honey do list means I don't get much time to write more, honest. So, in order to rectify this a little, I've got a pictorial catalogue of some of the things I've been up to over the last few months.

So, in no particular order:

I was joint best man for one of my oldest and best friends' wedding:


Mitch and I went to South London to visit my friend Stig where his daughters painted Mitch's nails, much to her, their and our general delight:


I went to the Falkirk Wheel! It was aces:


I'd wanted to go for ages and finally made it. It's powered by something like the equivalent of 8 irons plugged in. Or the same amount of electricity needed to keep Mitch warm.

I also went to Bergen and stayed with my friend Per down by the fjords. It was lovely. I also presented at a conference, but really that's an aside compared to staying at Per's house:



It was so fantastically dark at night that the window became a veritable mirror:


Per's neighbours had a nice hoose, but a wee bit remote for me:


Okay okay, I'll show you a picture of Bergen proper as well, since it is so pretty:


You can see the UNESCO World Heritage site just to the left of the picture there, it was pretty cook if a little rickety. Not really surprising given its age of course.

Mitch and I went to Brighton where we met up with her brother and his fiancee. Mitch looks pretty in black and white:


I adopted 3 cats. Well, I say adopted when I really mean looked after for a week through visitation rights. The one on the far right under the bed is called Sarah, the one with the arched back is called Stone and the other one is called Kans. We were best friends for a week. Probably because I could guarantee access to the dried tuna. No probably actually, definitely.


Duncan grew a ponytail and had me laughing like a drain:


My sister and her family came to see us and we went to the Natural History Museum and had a great time looking at all the animals:



We also went to St Andrews for a wee trip:




See, I have been busy!

My wife.

Is such a lovely woman. But I still can't understand why she bought enough tulle to stretch across a football pitch. 100 YARDS of it!

Berlusconi Mk II.

Give Silvio his due, just when you think he isn't capable of being any more idiotic than he has been, he does it again here.

Silvio thinks Obama is 'tanned'.

Imagine.

Just imagine the horror.

I could spend all day writing about this, but I shan't.

Wrong again.

Turns out I was wrong, but boy am I pleased about it!

Just to clarify.

I REALLY hope Obama wins. That's all.