Thursday, January 24, 2008
There's a new blog in town
Go west young man!
Life on the allotments.
Labels: Buckland Brewer, Devon, gardening, North Devon
:: Posted by pete @ Thursday, January 03, 2008
Annus Dumnoniorus
Just over a year of living and working in Devon. Much has happened. Some of it good. Some of it not so good. Some of it wet.
- Number of times arrived at work soaking wet after walking along the Taw in driving wind and squally showers: umpteen
- Number of cakes, donuts or cookies eaten in celebration of work colleague birthdays: 6
- Devon cream teas: one
- Walks on Exmoor: 4
- Letters to the Journal about Devon CC crazy parking plans: two
- Hours wasted at work on the internet: REDACTED
- Mentions of the MSC Napoli on local TV news: zillions
- Jobs: 1
- Teams: 2
- Desks: 5
- Other jobs applied for: 1
- Number of power failures: 1
- Times boiler broken down: twice
- Rooms painted: 6
- Money spent on building works and decorating: £6000
- Meals provided by vegetable plot: a dozen or so
- Letters in opposition of planning applications: 1
- Parish Council meetings attended: 5
- Gardeners' Club meetings: 10
- Pints from the Country Life Brewery: 20
- Bloody pictures of the bloody Taw Bridge at bloody sunset: too many
- Times wished back in London: zero
Labels: Devon, lists, North Devon
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Headless Chickens
Paul Robinson makes a horlicks of a Schneider cross as England lose 2-1 in a miserable "friendly" to the hated Germans. Steve "Steve" McLaren has completed a year as England coach in which time the "golden generation" has produced a succession of mediocre performances and equally mediocre results. At least he's not Sven Goran Eriksson. Sven is currently riding high in first place in the Premier League - but it won't last. Hopefully, McLaren won't last too much longer either. Hire Martin O'Neill, for f&cks sake. Oh, and Team Beckham was on the pitch.
Firefox is teh suxor and users are thieves.
Atlanta Falcons quarterback Michael "Ron Mexico" Vick in deeper dog poo-poo.
Funny road signs are very funny.
Google offers a calendar - well, I never.
New toilets in the pipeline, no pun intended.
Egg boxes are banned in craft lessons as they might cause salmonella.
Everyday more than 2 million people read the Daily Hate. How would a limp wristed, liberal fare reading the tabloid?
iPod-ology
"What are You?" - Matt Sweeney & Bonnie "Prince" Billy
"Hallucinex" - Stereolab
"Dark FX" - Mouse on Mars
"Accused of Stealing" - The Delagados
"F-Train" - Squarepusher
"Jungle Jim" - Rodan
Rock Parquet
Labels: Barnstaple, Devon, football, iPod, North Devon, Rock Park, soccer, sport
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Lost in Exmoor
Make a slight deviation on the South West Coast Path and who knows where you might end up.
Labels: Devon, Exmoor, North Devon, South West Coast Trail, Walking
Sunday, August 05, 2007
On this spot...
Walking in Exmoor, part the three. The sun shone, so time for a 5 mile stroll through the Valley of the Rocks to Lee Valley and beyond (to Calvary, almost).
Labels: Devon, Exmoor, Lynton, North Devon, South West Coast Trail, Walking
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Adults 20p
Come one, come all
Come short, come small
Buckland Brewer Village Fete. Bric-a-brac. Games. Morris men. Brass band. Rescue greyhounds. Cakes. Ice Cream. Bouncy castle. That sort of stuff.
In the summer that wasn't, the sun shone.
Labels: Buckland Brewer, Devon, fete, North Devon, summer
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Carbon Criminal
Just a guess here, but I reckon the purveyors of this gross Christmas display of light are against wind farms. So, go nuclear and fuck everyone.
Yes, that's a life-sized plastic cow. Nice touch: the No Parking cone.
Labels: carbon criminal, Devon, tasteless
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Content is King
It's been a week of the new life. New job. The content is to be determined.
As the name badge indicates, it rains a lot in Devon. Rain? It sheets down. Add in the wind. Umbrellas are useless.
I work in the ugliest building in town. Believe me, it looks uglier on the inside.
But the view is nice.
Labels: Barnstaple, Devon, Moving, Work