View from the Potting Shed

An Information Architecture report displayed in Lower Parliament Hall, St Andrews.
It’s been a busy old week, as we’ve been working on the Information Architecture report by American firm Dynamic Diagrams, hence the noticable lack of blogging action; yesterday was an 11 hour working day, Thursday was over 12. As tiring as it has been, it […]

Today is my brother-in-law Paul’s birthday. This is the card that I got him. I chose it because it had me crying with laughter in WHSmith this lunchtime. Crying like a mad thing.
Steve (the man in the photograph) looks like some strange superhero accident: a cross between Superman and Wonder Woman. […]

Sitting at my desk at work I asked Jane, on MSN Messenger a simple question:
Gareth J M Saunders says:
Choose: pink or black?
Jane Saunders says:
Pink.
And so pink it was. Of course, Jane had no idea what she was choosing in pink. But it most certainly is pink. If I couldn’t get my pink […]

Now, I usually don’t watch TV programmes such as X-Factor as I have a preference for REAL METAL™ rather than manufactured pop. But I made an exception this past week while The Saviour of BBC Radio 1 Chris Moyles was performing. And he was brilliant: entertaining, musical and very, very funny.
So, why on earth did […]

I think I must have said a couple of times in this blog that our current abode is but a stone’s-throw from our holiday cottage Kadesh. Well, here’s the proof that it is in fact right next door.
The photograph above was taken this evening, as I hung out of the back window that overlooks […]

One of the presents that Jane received for her birthday, a week past Thursday, was a fresh pasta maker and accompanying pasta drying rack. Well, as a surprise this morning, while she was still asleep, I assembled the pasta rack …

… only to discover that it appears to be some kind of neo-nazi pasta drying […]

Scotland keeping The Barbarians from scoring a try, at Murrayfield Stadium, Edinburgh yesterday.
Yesterday evening, after work, I drove down to Edinburgh to join Jane and members of her office at Murrayfield, to watch the Scotland rugby team play The Barbarians.
And just to prove that I was actually there, and that the photograph wasn’t simply taken […]