Month: September 2015

Who wants to be a millionaire?

I would, certainly. But since I no longer play the lottery, and the topic of this post is a quiz show that isn’t the titular programme, I guess it’ll have to wait.

I’m sure those of you who follow me on Facebook and Twitter (all two of you, anyway) will have seen a plethora of posts turn up on those respective platforms about this, but this evening I (along with Jem and my three brothers) appeared on BBC2, taking on the might of the Eggheads.

You can watch the episode here, until the 5th October anyway.

If you don’t want to watch it, or the link’s broken because I’ve forgotten to remove it after the fact, here’s me in glorious Eggheadovision:

We travelled up to Glasgow in January this year to record the show, after auditioning a few months earlier and apparently wowing the judges enough with our mad quizzing skillz to secure a place in the series.

Now that the programme has aired, I can tell you more about how the day went. I will do it in the form of a Frequently Asked Questions section, which is handy because in the past 9 months I’ve had a lot of questions asked about it. Let’s start with the most frequent:

Q. Do you know when you’re on yet???

A. Yes, and it’s been and gone. If you missed it and can’t now get it on the link that is in the post, then don’t worry – you’re not missing much.

Q. Is CJ as smug in real life as he is on the telly? I’d really like to punch him in the face.

A. No, in person he is as nice as pie – although it seems somewhat odd that today is the day that revelations of him apparently killing a mugger have come to light. His smugness is, as it is for many TV personalities I imagine, probably just a character.

Or maybe he is actually that smug in real life, but he just hides it when fraternising with the “normals” – who knows? I liked him, anyway. But then, some people think I’m a bit smug. Hopefully none of those people want to punch me in the face, though.

Q. Do they tell you to faff around before getting to the answer, even if you know it?

A. No, quite the opposite. They go to some lengths to tell you that if you know the answer, just come straight out with it rather than try to pussy foot around coming up with some sort of justification for the answer. Of course, that didn’t stop my brother Mike, who dilly-dallied around a bit on a couple of questions.

Q. Did you win?

A. No. Still, never mind, eh? It was a good laugh and that’s all that matters – and it didn’t actually cost us anything to enter (the production company put us up for the night and paid our travel expenses and what not)

Q. Is Dermot Murnaghan as nice as he seems to be?

A. Can’t answer that one, Dermot no longer presents Eggheads – we were hosted by the (quite lovely) Jeremy Vine. Interesting that Tim Vine is his brother, they don’t look that much alike to me.

Q. What’s the recording like?

A. Surprisingly straightforward. I kind of imagined that it would be all “CUT!” and “ACTION!” (except in the reverse order, natch) of different parts that they would then edit together, but we recorded it in exactly the same order that it was shown. In fact, apart from general guff between bits of the recording, nothing really landed on the cutting room floor. The only exception was during Mike’s sudden death round. Judith and Mike battled it out for around 8 questions or so in the sudden death round, which I guess the producers felt went on a bit long so they trimmed it down a bit.

Q. How many episodes do they record in a day?

A. I seem to remember Jeremy and the Eggheads (good name for a band, that) saying that the day we were recording was quite unusual because they were recording five episodes. That’s a long work day, it probably took us around 2 hours to get everything recorded, not including time spent in makeup etc.

Q. How long did you spend in makeup?

A. About 10-15 minutes, although Jem took longer – not because she’s ugly or anything, but they seemed to want to “doll up” the female contestants. As someone who doesn’t wear make up usually, Jem wasn’t keen, but here she is:

Q. Would you do it again?

A. Absolutely, without question. It was a great day out, a great experience, and super good fun. It’s just a shame we didn’t win, but never mind, eh?

It’s Caturday! But on a Sunday!

This post is going to be a bit light on words, as I’m suffering from a relapse of the problems described in my post a couple of days ago (which was what prompted it) and, although I’m a bit better today, I’m still rather struggling!

So yes, Caturday. The Internet name for posting pictures of cats on a Saturday. Except it’s Sunday. Although possibly it isn’t in some far-flung corner of the world, so IT STILL COUNTS.

For most of my childhood, I didn’t have an awful lot of exposure to cats – we had a cat called Kipper when I was very young, but he/she died while I was still too young to really remember her so all I have to go on is this photo (and photos kept by my siblings)

Excuse the poor quality, it’s a scanned image from a very old photograph.

We then got a dog called Odie, who won’t feature in this post as he isn’t a cat. He is a dog though, but he won’t even fit.

My next “exposure” to cats was when I started dating a gal named, aptly enough, Kat (“hello” if you’re reading this!) – Kat had three cats – Bandit, Smoky and Sooty. I’ve not got any photos of Sooty handy, which is not surprising as she was a jet black cat and was therefore incredibly difficult to take a decent photo of.

But, here’s Bandit:

Handsome little bugger, isn’t he? Don’t let the exterior fool you, he was quite scratchy-scratchy! Never in a particularly aggressive manner, mind you.

Here’s Smoky, being a bit herp-derp:

Smoky seemed to be very attached to me and spent a lot of time hanging around me. I was gutted when the relationship ended and Kat took Smoky with her, but – you know, she was her cat, so I can’t really blame her!

Being in the same flat as the three cats made me realise how awesome cats are as pets. They’re fairly chilled, don’t need walking twice a day and (if you get the right one, or two or five thousand) are just as loyal and loving as dogs.

So, a few months after Kat moved out the loneliness got the better of me, and I got hold of Nutmeg, who had been used as a breeder up until then (she’s a pedigree British Shorthair) and I think she was just glad to get out of there, really!

Lots of photos of Nutters on this website, but here’s one of my favourites:

And so it stayed for a couple of years, just Nutmeg and I walking through the wasteland of life.

Then I met another gal, Alex. She had no cats of her own but had always grown up around them, and we decided to get Nutmeg a play mate. We made the mistake of getting a kitten, which essentially meant that old Nutmeg couldn’t keep up, and the new kitten (that we named Fenton) ran rings around her and it seemed Nutmeg didn’t enjoy her new friend being around at all. Here he is, though:

The relationship between Alex and I ended and we went our separate ways. I kept Nutters, of course, and Alex took Fenton. I was upset by this a bit at the time, but realise now that it was definitely for the best, Nutmeg really didn’t get on with him.

Shortly after, I met Jem. Another gal with three cats (there’s a pattern forming) – Crumble, Fudge and Hex. Crumble is a bit of a tart and loves a fuss, but now that Jem has started letting her cats outside, we barely see Crumble any more so typically I’ve not been able to get a photo of her.

Fudge is a very nervous cat but is slowly warming up to me – he even came and gave me a boop this morning while I lay in bed, unprecedented behaviour. It might have just been because he was hungry, but I choose to think not.

Hex is the most laid back and patient cat I have ever met. He will just lie there and take whatever fuss you give him, and short of throwing him across the room I can’t think of anything I could do that would make him get up and walk off. I wanted to get into my sleeping bag this morning (I often sit at my desk in the sleeping bag, as it keeps me warmer) but he was lying in it. I picked it up, thinking he’d move but no, he just fell right down into the bottom of the sleeping bag.

He would have stayed there too even with my feet next to him – he made no effort to climb out. I had to grab him out of it and put him back on the bed.

Fudge and Hex are like best buds, they spend most of their time curled up in each other’s paws. Take a look:

Fudge on the left and Hex on the right. Hex also ably demonstrating here why I have no good photos of Sooty.

Before I moved in with Jem, I did get a rescue cat in a bid to keep Nutmeg company again. A 5 year old tortoiseshell cat named Gizmo. Unfortunately though, Gizmo and Nutmeg really didn’t get on (it made Fenton look like the Pope) so I had to put Gizmo back into the rescue centre – but she’s found a happy home again now!

Fortunately, Nutmeg now seems to get on pretty well with all of Jem’s cats. There was quite a bit of hissing and head-bapping to begin with, but things seem to have settled down now and they can all share the same space without incident:

And that’s basically it – my cat history in a single post.

To end this post, have another photo of Fudge and Hex, this time in the middle of one of their play fights…

“Don’t listen to them Jeremy. You’re beautiful, and I love you.”

Freaky Eaters

Harry Hill, everyone’s favourite hipster* family comedian, used to regularly lampoon a TV show named Freaky Eaters during his Saturday evening entertainment show TV Burp.

The show (Freaky Eaters, not TV Burp) aired between 2007 and 2009 and each week followed the eating habits of people that were addicted to a particular type of food – crisps, chips, biscuits, chicken etc.

I can’t say I’ve ever been addicted to a particular type of food, but up until fairly recently I was an incredibly fussy eater and would steadfastly refuse to eat some of the most basic food types.

I’m reasonably sure that my food fussiness during my childhood stemmed from my Dad, who was (and still is) ludicrously fussy about the food that he eats. He’s not keen on foreign food at all (although I’m not sure if he’s ever actually tried it) so generally subsists on a diet of beef dinners. Nothing wrong with that, of course, you eat what you eat and it’s fairly nutritious!

(in case you’re reading, Dad, I don’t look back on my fussiness in a bad way, so don’t think that I “blame” you for anything!)

My brother Bob is also very fussy with his food, although he has improved in recent years. There’s a bit of a running joke in my family about Bob’s diet consisting entirely of meatballs and mashed potatoes – and they had to be specifically Campbells meatballs, from a can. I seem to remember reading ages ago that Campbells no longer exist, which is perhaps what spurred him on to widen his tastes.

So, what did I eat when I was a kid?

Well, apart from the usual Sunday roast dinners and Monday roast dinners (prepared on the Sunday, covered with clingfilm and then reheated in the microwave) I basically ate chips, sausages and burgers and not much else. I didn’t even really start eating burgers until fairly late on.

Even at school, instead of spending my lunch money on a decent lunch, I used to spend it at the first break time and buy six packs of salt and vinegar French Fries and munch those down in the 15 minute break, and then not really have much of a lunch.

Quite amazing really that I’ve always been tall and slender!

What didn’t I eat? Well, you name it, chances are I wouldn’t eat it. Bacon, eggs, cheese, most fruits, most vegetables, ham, curries, anything foreign, fish, rice, pasta, onions… I could go on.

And what changed?

I’m not quite sure exactly what it was that pushed me towards trying to change my tastes. I started working for Source when I was 20, and – just as it was in my family with Bob – it became something of a running joke whenever we went out for nights our or meals as a team that I wouldn’t eat anything more adventurous than fries and a burger.

At some point I can only assume I got sick of this, and decided to do something about it, and came up with an entirely new policy for myself – never outright reject a foodstuff, try it at least once. If you don’t like it, fair enough, but you can at least say you’ve tried it. I also added an additional “rule” – I have to regularly retry food items every 5 years or so to see if my tastebuds have changed.

This new policy has worked wonders, and I now regularly eat pretty much all of the things that I used to turn my nose up at.

I also now eat my steaks either medium-rare or rare, rather than well done. That was a gradual process, started since I entered into my relationship with Jem, but I can’t quite believe that I missed out on such goodness for so long.

image credit: demaria.nl

“Pretty much all?”

Yes, I’m not quite ready to claim the title of King Umami or anything. There are still certain foods that I still can’t stomach. The two main ones are eggs and cheese.

I try a fried egg every so often when we have a fry-up, and so far they’ve always seemed bland and tasteless (which I guess is kind of the point?) and the texture rubs me up the wrong way. But, I can at least eat bits of egg without retching now, so that’s progress. Mayonnaise can go jump off a cliff though.

The same goes for cheese, really. Time was I could not take it at all – one of my earliest memories is of primary school, back when I was 5 years old. We were doing a “blind taste test” – each child was blindfolded and then given a morsel of food that we had to try and then identify what it was.

I was about 8th in the queue, and the whole time I was waiting my turn I was thinking to myself, “please don’t give me cheese – please.” Of course, I put my morsel in my mouth and as soon as it hit my tongue I knew instantly that it was my nemesis and I reflexively spat it back out (apparently hitting my teacher in the face with it) and said “That’s cheese.”

I still can’t really eat it today. I can just about tolerate mozzarella on pizzas and parmesan grated over the top of pasta, but I’d really rather not and if I order a pizza (either at a restaurant or from the ASDA “build your own” counter) I’ll always order it sans fromage.

Other than those two (oh, and mushrooms – bloody evil things) I’ll eat pretty much whatever’s put in front of me these days, and I don’t even eat that many chips any more!

* OK, so he may not have a beard and he dresses rather… uniquely, but that crazy-oversized popped collar? Hipster before it was cool, man.

Perturbing and Painfully Persistent Posture Problems

Wind back the clock, if you will, to 1997.

It’s early morning, some time during the school term. I’m lying in bed, fast asleep, most likely dreaming about Louise Nurding or some other attractive female celebrity – hey, I’m 13, don’t judge.

Something interrupts my sleep. Pain. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I wake up with a start and attempt to locate the source.

I can’t move.

At least, not without sending shockwaves of pain that would probably register a solid 11 on the Richter scale if they were capable of doing so.

I try and move again. No dice.

All I can do is twist my neck and move my head, and even that causes some serious discomfort.

I have absolutely no idea what’s going on, so I do the only thing that any sensible 13 year old would do in that situation – I scream bloody murder for my parents in the hope that they’ll burst in like knights in shining armour and rescue me from my bed-shaped prison.

Dad bursts in through the door to find out what’s up, and I explain as calmly as I can everything I’ve just described to you.

I end up essentially bed-ridden for a solid two days, staying off school (which was not something I ever did lightly) while my joints and muscles healed enough to let me move without cursing the God I don’t believe in.

That was my first experience of back problems, and ever since then I’ve experienced the occasional relapse.

So, what was it?

image credit: totaloffice.biz

Well, as I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out from that helpful image and the needlessly alliterative heading, it was essentially my spine being buggered, most likely from years of bad posture when sat at chairs and desks – a common symptom of high computer use.

My most painful relapse was when I was about 19 or 20 – it still wasn’t as bad as my original episode, but I decided to do something about it and ended up on a six month course of physiotherapy, referred by my GP.

It was during this physio process that I learned more about good posture, ergonomics and how to avoid slouching at my desk. After the physio came to a close, I went a good 5 or 6 years without any further trouble.

Unfortunately, I can only assume that my posture is getting worse again as the back problems are becoming more frequent.

Fat wallet syndrome

I also noticed a few years ago that, if I drove a long distance or sat in the same spot for a long time (an hour and a half or more) that by the time I stood up, my right leg was very difficult to “command” and ached like hell.

Worrying about sciatica and other conditions, I went to my GP who diagnosed me with “fat wallet syndrome.”

She explained that having a wallet in the back pocket of my trousers that I was then sitting on in the car was quite possibly restricting the flow of blood in the nerves around that region, which was basically stopping circulation to my leg and leading to the problems.

Her only recommendation to me was simple – either stop using wallets, or move it to another pocket.

I opted for the latter, moving it from my back pocket to my front pocket. It took a week or so to get used to not putting it in my back pocket automatically, but the problem immediately stopped and I’ve had no further issues with my legs since.

Well, not issues related to fat wallet syndrome at least. My chronic inability to tolerate alcohol has led to a few scrapes.

How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb

Since my early teenage years I have had a fascination with nuclear energy in all its forms – whether it be as a source of power, as a weapon (some may say that nuclear weapons are the greatest source of power there is – political power, of course) or as a science.

I can’t quite remember what it was that got me interested in it – if I had to guess, I’d put it down to one of two things:

  • Watching some sort of post apocalyptic film/TV show
  • Playing SimCity 2000 on my Amiga, and being fascinated by the Fusion power stations that are invented around the year 2050.

I also remember my brother Mike telling me in great detail about how cold fusion would change the world, and how we would be able to take a rocket from the Earth to the Moon and beyond with just a teaspoon’s worth of fuel.

Since then, I’ve taken quite a bit of my spare time researching nuclear science and many of its products, with an (un)healthy dose of post apocalyptica thrown in.

The Fallout Series

I’m not 100% sure how this passed me by for so long – perhaps because I was very late to the party when it came to getting my own home PC – but the Fallout series of video games didn’t really show up on my radar until the release of Fallout 3 in 2008.

The game immediately gripped me and the rich setting (if rather drab looking) of the Capitol Wasteland coupled with my own interest in the genre saw me through to the end and I loved every minute of it.

I wanted more so sought out the original games (well, Fallout 1 and 2 at least) and loved every minute of those too, although I did find some of the pop-culture references in Fallout 2 a little weary after a while.

Then Fallout: New Vegas arrived and blew Fallout 3 completely out of the water (although some of my pals prefer Fallout 3, these people are clearly wrong) and we of course have Fallout 4 coming in November – something I can’t wait for.

Threads

Not many people have heard of Threads, which is both a good and a bad thing. Threads is a made-for-TV movie, produced by the BBC in 1984. Styled very much as a "mockumentary" before they became a thing, it charted the life of two families from Sheffield, joined by a relationship between the son and daughter of each family.

To begin with, the film focuses mainly on their lives as they go about their day to day business. Ruth, the daughter, discovers she is pregnant so decides to marry her partner Jimmy. In the background of all of this, there are signs of rising tension between the US and the USSR, with the possibility of a nuclear exchange being touted.

Eventually, these tensions become too much to bear and attacks start. Sheffield is hit by a devastating nuclear weapon that destroys much of the city and takes many lives, and the movie shows how even the most well prepared Government could potentially be utterly ruined in hours by even a fairly small nuclear exchange.

The movie then moves on to showing the aftermath – from the days immediately after the attack up until 10 years after.

It is incredibly bleak and depressing – it’s definitely not a film you watch to cheer yourself up. But it’s also very compelling, and a stark reminder that these weapons exist and probably shouldn’t.

The Doomsday Clock

The Doomsday Clock has appeared on many covers of the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists, and is now maintained by them. In short, it keeps track of how close various experts feel that we, the human race, are to irrevocable disaster that would threaten civilisation as we know it.

The closer the clock is to midnight, the more in danger we are. It is currently at 23:57 – 3 minutes to midnight.

Originally it started out tracking the prospect of nuclear war and the devastation it would wreak on the human race, but in more recent times has changed to also incorporate the dangers of climate change and other global phenomena.

The closest we have ever been to midnight was 23:58. This was in 1953, when both the US and USSR tested thermonuclear weapons in the same year.

The furthest from midnight we’ve been was 23:43 – 17 minutes from midnight. This was in 1991, after both the US and the USSR signed the Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty (START) and the USSR collapsed, effectively ending the Cold War.

Stanislav Petrov

During the 1980s, Stanislav Petrov was a lieutenant colonel in the USSR’s Air Defence Force. On September 26, 1983 – two and a bit weeks after I was born – he was duty officer at the main command centre for the USSR’s Nuclear Early Warning System, Oko.

In the early hours of the morning, Oko reported that the US had launched an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM) targeted at the USSR. Petrov was faced with the ultimate dilemma – should he order a retaliatory nuclear strike, or not?

He reasoned, correctly, that the report was likely to be a computer error, as the system had already proven itself to be unreliable and the logic of the US launching just one missile did not stack up – if the US were to launch a first strike nuclear attack, they would launch many missiles in an attempt to destroy any means of launching a counter-attack. Shortly afterwards, four more missiles appeared on the system yet he still reasoned that this was not enough to be taken seriously.

Had the missile launches been real, Petrov’s decision to take no action would have meant that by the time the missiles could be positively verified on radar, the USSR would not have had enough time to counter and would likely have been devastated beyond imagination.

Of course, as it turned out, his decision was sound and his inaction most likely averted a worldwide catastrophe – had he launched a counter attack, the US would have detected it and considered it a first strike attack and the world as we know it would quite possibly have been obliterated.

Petrov was praised for his decision at the time, yet received no reward from his superiors and was reportedly disciplined for improper filing of paperwork relating to the incident – perhaps a thinly disguised punitive measure for not following procedure.

In 2004, Petrov’s actions were recognised by the Association of World Citizens, who gave him their World Citizen’s Award. He has since received plaudits from many other organisations – including the United Nations – and was interviewed for the 2014 documentary film, The Man Who Saved The World.

It’s chilling to think that, had Petrov been ill that day and his duties were being performed by someone else, that the world I live in today could have been destroyed before I barely had a chance to open my eyes.

And finally, a word about nuclear power…

People that know me would have expected me to write at length about the Chernobyl disaster here. I considered it, I even drafted a fairly long piece about the causes of the disaster and the effects that it has had on the area and the world as a whole.

So, why not include it?

Well, put simply, I’m a firm believer that the world’s energy crisis (i.e. the rapidly dwindling supply of fossil fuels and the apparent lack of investment in other renewable energy sources) would be solved quite easily by a larger uptake of nuclear power.

Unfortunately, disasters like Chernobyl, Three Mile Island and Fukushima Daiichi have utterly destroyed the reputation of nuclear power in most people’s minds – and quite unfairly, in my opinion.

Nuclear power remains the safest form of power generation that we currently have. Statistically, coal power generation is responsible for 4,000 times as many deaths as nuclear power.

The thorny issue of the waste byproducts is often used as a negative to nuclear power. However, with current nuclear reactors, 90% of the waste byproducts can be recycled to be used as further fuel, and any remainder is routinely kept very safe and shielded until the radiation it gives off poses no threat.

Furthermore, with the ongoing research into other types of fuel such as thorium, the levels of radioactive waste produced can be reduced significantly.

The challenge is to try and change the public’s perception of nuclear power – which is not likely to be an easy task.

Brand loyalty

It’s day two, and rather than retreading on one of the usual subjects of my blog I thought I’d touch on something a bit different.

I’ve long considered myself to be fairly "brand agnostic" – i.e. not biased to any particular brand, and just interested in whichever does the job better. For example, I’ve never really given a toss about the "Mac vs. PC" argument – both computers are incredibly capable machines in their own rights, and the decision about which one to use really comes down to personal preference and familiarity rather than some misguided attempt at zealotry.

However, the more I’ve thought about my life, I’ve come to realise that I do actually have loyalty (or certainly something approaching it) to quite a few brands, which surprised me. Here are just a few of them:

BMW and Toyota

As someone who loves their cars, it would be silly of me not to open with this one. I’ve owned 22 cars since passing my test (soon to be 23) and a topic on the Pistonheads forum just the other day made me take stock of which car brands I’ve been "involved" with.

There’ve been 9 car brands in total. 8 of those 23 cars have been BMWs (9 if you include the MINI I owned, which is a BMW brand of course) and 5 of them have been Toyotas. The majority of the other car brands clock up just one car in my history.

Coca-Cola

I do love my soft drinks – never been much of an alcohol drinker to be honest with you, but soft drinks are definitely my cup of tea (no pun intended.)

I have an odd loyalty to Coca-Cola (and the numerous varieties of Coke) – which is strange as it’s not for taste reasons (I’m one of these apparent freaks that find Pepsi and Coke to taste the same)

Perhaps it’s the wider variety of flavours (Cherry Coke and Vanilla Coke are my mainstays) or perhaps it’s just that my favourite colour is red – who knows?

Of course, even though my "bread and butter" soft drink is Coke, I do purchase and enjoy the occasional Fentimans cola (usually Cherry Tree Cola, to continue the theme) as a treat to myself.

Amiga

Confusingly, despite my statement above about not caring a jot about the Mac vs. PC argument, from circa. 1993/4 right up until 2003 I was a die-hard zealot of the Amiga.

Yes, towards the end of that I was very much aware that it was a dying platform and that other modern machines were far more capable, but I still clung on to hope that the Amiga would RISE FROM THE ASHES. It never happened.

Still, I wouldn’t be where I am today without the Amiga and the introduction that it (and the Spectrum, I guess) provided me into the world of programming.

Morrisons

Not sure this one really counts, as I expect the vast majority of people are brand loyal to a particular supermarket. My reasoning may be slightly different to most, though – in my case, it’s not out of proximity (certainly not now that I’ve moved about 20 miles away from the one that I usually frequent) but is more that my Mum is fiercely brand loyal to Morrisons, and as I used to do her shopping for her once a week I always ended up there.

Apple

Referring back to my earlier comment about choosing whichever option does the job best, I have an iPhone, and have owned one since the original iPhone was released. The only iPhone handsets that I’ve not owned at some point are the original iPhone 5 and the iPhone 5c. I currently have an iPhone 6, but have previously had a 6 Plus – for all of 2 days before I took it back as being simply too big even for my facehugger-like digits.

I also own an Apple Watch. I have previously owned Mac minis and MacBook Airs, although my current home computers are both non-Apple devices.

I’ve tried Android, and can’t get on with it. Yet conversely I hate Mac OS X with a passion (especially the godawful Finder, which isn’t much better than Windows Explorer but at least I can switch Windows Explorer out for Directory Opus)

I’m not a typical Apple zealot though, and I won’t spend hours (or even seconds) defending iOS in online arguments about which mobile operating system is best. I’m sure they’re both as good as each other, but I get on better with iOS and have a fair amount invested in the App Store ecosystem, so I can’t see me switching any time soon.

Plus, you know, I can pay for things with my wrist. That never ceases to raise a smile amongst checkout operators at Morrisons – which is perhaps another reason I’m so loyal…

YAY! It’s Septemblog!

My rather lovely partner Jem has a long list of thirty things that she wants to do before she turns the ripe old age of thirty. Given that this event occurs near the start of January, she’s fast running out of time to Get. Stuff. Done.

One of the things on the list, as you’ll have no doubt spotted if you’ve bothered to click that link up there, is for her to write a blog post every day for a single month. Apparently, in her younger years she was quite a prolific blogger and gained quite a following, so you’d think that blogging every day for a month would pose no problem.

Nevertheless, she has asked her friends to join her in this endeavour as a means of drumming up support, and seeing as how a) I’m her partner, and b) I am absolutely, beyond appallingly bad at keeping this blog up to date, I figured I should probably have a stab at it myself. She’s calling this idea "Septemblog."*

So, what can I blog about? Well, a surprising amount – there’s always something going on, and usually it’s only my assumption that no-one would be interested in hearing about it that prevents me from spewing forth a mountain of words on to the screen.

One idea would be for me to write an in-depth review of every car I’ve ever owned, which would take me up to September 23rd (not including today) – but that’s a bit of a cop out, and I’m not entirely sure I could summon the enthusiasm to write an in-depth review about the death trap Ford Fiesta Popular Plus that my Dad bought for me as a 17th birthday present. I expect there will be a few car-related posts along the way, though.

Video games are also another popular topic, and with some nice releases in September and Coming Soonâ„¢ there’s probably some stuff to be going on with there – and that’s not even counting the game that I’m working on myself. (No, it’s not another Alien Pong Trilogy – Ed.)

There’ll be tales of terror as I come to terms with moving out of my own house and into a house filled with the laughter and pitter-patter of tiny feet, something of an alien concept to me but one I’ve had to get rapidly acquainted with.

I’m sure I’ll think of other stuff to go along with it, but hopefully there’ll be nothing too clickbait-y and certainly nothing too Daily Mail-y.

Wish me luck!

* I originally suggested that she call it "Blog September", but then realised that this would be a little bit too close to "Black September" and would therefore be a constant reminder of the terrorist incident that took place at the 1972 Olympics in Munich, a topic that I’ve had a morbid fascination with since hearing of it when I was a teenager, but not really suitable for a lighthearted blogging escapade.

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