First world problems encore
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First-world problems
Well, I’m in room 2 of Hotel de L’Europe at 44 Boulevard de la République, St-Malo, 35400, France, listening to Gloryhammer’s Tales from the Kingdom of Fife. I’m tired, for which there are good reasons, and pissed off, for which there are less good reasons (in green). Continue reading
Eleven points: monsoon madness, Queensferry clarity, fear of flying
So who else got soaked in last night’s downpour? I got more than slightly wet on the way home from Napier, then absolutely drenched on the way to spinning. The rain even got through my rubber wallies into my MTB shoes. I didn’t bother to change into road shoes for the class so I had dry footwear for cycling today. So all through the spin I could feel the water sloshing around my socks and turning my toes into prunes. And we got wet again on the way home. Continue reading
You’ve got to spin it to win it!
Thanks to Ben at LifesCycle for a great 90 minutes in and out of the saddle. I’ve not spun for 90 minutes for a long time, so I imagined I might need to crawl off after 60 minutes. But on the way, we saw a car-sticker saying
CYCLISTS! Keep on being awesome
Family misfortunes: Bruce- or system-error?
Following on from this post…
Yesterday’s knock again my state-socialist tendances has been mollified by a pleasant but so far futile interaction with HMRC. My mother and I spoke with with a very pleasant HMRC helpdesk staffer last night (Thursday 7 September). Once my mother had given her permission for me to speak with HMRC about this issue, I tried yet again to register my mother for SA using the access code HMRC had sent her, while describing what I was doing to the HMRC staffer. Yet again this failed. The code had arrived in a letter dated 4 September Continue reading
Family misfortunes: smash the system before it smashes you
More from the wonderful world of UK bureaucracy! Continue reading
Trump isn’t fair dinkum, but…
This article about Australia’s reaction to Trump is interesting, but some questions remain. One of them is
Have I sinned, in Okker terms? (Have I been ‘up myself’?)
Answers on soggy tofu to the usual address, please.
There are, of course, more serious questions.
Family fortunes encore
I got back from a few days at the parental abode late last night. As usual, I tried to do a lot in a short time. Here’s some of what did and didn’t happen.
Fully jewish!
I’ve just come across some documents about my maternal grandfather, Alfred Kessler. Here’s his Austrian ID card:
(click to see the full-sized version)
Digital evidence that Bruce might have a life 