Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Watch for the close up!

I've been playing around with our camera recently just to see what it can do. This has lead to lots of pictures of the dogs and some of the chilblains. 

What I really like doing, though, is taking close up pictures of things - or macro photography, as it's known in the industry. Although I'm not entirely sure what industry that is. Or even if it is known as that. 

I did have a bit of time to kill today before picking N up from school and so I thought I would have a wander and, given the recent snowfall, see if I could get some nice wintery type macro photos. My plan failed for two reasons:

1. There was very little of interest to photograph, and

2. It was bloody cold!

This means that, for the purposes of this post, I'm going to subject you to some close up pictures of watches. Anyone who knows me will know that I have a thing for watches and that means that taking pictures of my watches (espescially close-up, detailed pictures) is something that makes me strangely happy.

Numeral from Oris Williams F1 Day Date

Rotor and rear case from Oris Williams F1 Day Date
(showing off lots off scratches!)

 Numeral and logo detail from Longines Conquest

 Logo detail from Seiko SKX781 "Orange Monster"

 Movement detail from Christopher Ward C5 Malvern Aviator

I'll not bore you with any more although I can assure you that the pictures look more impressive when blown up to full size!

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Park Life

I promised the boys that from the new year I'd take them to the park every weekend (weather permitting!). Whilst today wasn't the best weather, it wasn't raining so we went and had an hour playing and wandering about.

It's really nice to see the two boys running around together instead of fighting with each other! The open spaces must allow them to release a little steam. The park also seems to keep them smiling and that is something that is priceless!

I managed to get a couple of snaps of the boys on the play equipment…

The last picture is of some geese. The boys didn't turn into geese!





Thursday, 3 January 2013

My eyes!

Does this picture make your eyes go funny when you stare at it?



Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Tyler the Leaf Insect



As I said in the last post, more on N's little Leaf Insect in the next post! I'd simply posted my last entry from my mobile but I needed to get on the PC to get some pictures.



Tyler is his name and if you follow this link you'll be able to see the Wikipedia page about this interesting critter. They're very easy to look after and are a really fascinating creature, especially if you think camouflage and mimicry is in any way interesting!




The whole point of this was to post pictures, so here are some pictures!








I'm back!

It would seem that it's been very nearly a year since I posted anything on this blog - in fact, I'm surprised it's still active!

But, I suppose that's what happens when you become one of the workers instead of being one of those scrounging students! I'm mostly enjoying work - as much as work can be enjoyed. After a week and a bit off over Christmas with the family it's been a bit of a wrench going back today. After all that training I suppose I should put the 'skills' I've learned to good use…oh, and I should be contributing to the house seeing as F has supported us for the best part of five years! Mind you, I still felt like feigning some kind of tropical disease this morning…!

Christmas was very pleasant this year. The boys got some nice presents which they're still enjoying eight days later! Animal mad N bought a corn snake with his Christmas money but current thought suggests that this he may be heading back on account of him being a very grumpy snake.

N also got a Leaf Insect which is a really cool creature. More on this little fella in my next post!


Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Working for a change

N went back to school today and, as I'm not back in college until next week, I've got three days work experience at my friendly not-so-neighbourhood solicitors office.

I've been seconded to the other office this time. I like the usual office - lots of observing court proceedings, meeting clients and meeting counse,l all of which are really interesting and great for the CV. Unfortunately, that is not all the life of a solicitor entails and it's always good, if not a little daunting, to get to spend a bit of time working with G at this office.

G knows his stuff and his enthusiasm and knowledge rub off. Today he's had me drafting particulars of claim (which he was mostly happy with), giving my opinion on a dispute over a piece of land (which he was mostly happy with) and making a site visit to take photographs (which I was unhappy with because he sent me to the wrong place!).

I'm looking forward to another few hours of getting into some 'real' legal work again tomorrow!

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Dognuts

We're back down to two big dogs in the house.

We've been doing our bit and helping to rehome rescue dogs. Bear was a lovely English Mastiff who had been pretty badly treated and was initially scared of his own shadow. He grew in confidence and this was perhaps a little bit of a problem as he started to show some aggressive tendencies towards other dogs. On his own, he was fine, but mixed with our 'pack' he was starting to be a pain.

F's sister had recently lost her two GSD's and had taken on the bitch that had been kennelled with Bear when they were rescued. After some (very brief) negotiation it was decided that Bear would go to live at their house and I'm pleased to report that he seems very, very happy there.

The other rescue dig was Eddie the Rottweiler. Again, Eddie had been very badly treated, locked in a cupboard, beaten and starved. When he came here he was remarkably well adjusted with just the odd behavioural trait to be ironed out. Eddie was only ever here on a temporary basis and he found a forever home quite quickly. His new owner couldn't take him straight away but came over at least twice a week to take him out. He went to his forever home last week and so far he seems very happy with his new family.

Our two, Rosie and Dave, seem pretty happy to enjoy the spoils of being the only dogs!

Experimental 2

Ok, that seemed to work. Now to try a picture taken in landscape mode. If that works I need to figure out how to insert pictures between blocks of text!

Experimental

I've just been checking the previous posts I'd done via Blogger for mobile on the computer and it seems that the images aren't uploading properly. I've altered the image size to see if this makes any difference.

So, I'll try a picture of N decorating the Christmas tree...

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Give peas a chance

I had a hankering for some pea and ham soup. This is a meal that I like to cook over a couple of days starting with soaking the gammon shanks in water overnight to get rid of some of the salt.

I boiled them this afternoon with an onion, some parsnips (all I had in) and a few peppercorns.

While they were cooking I started the dried peas going. We have to use dried peas because F says they taste better. I disagree but I'm outnumbered. Or something.

These two lovely ingredients combine to make this luscious greenness that I will devour with crusty bread tomorrow. Not all of it though, this pan will last a few days!

I'm pretty sure that the pictures won't insert as I intended so that's a feature I'm going to have to play with...

Saturday, 12 November 2011

Mobile blogging

I've just downloaded the Blogger app for my iPhone so I thought I'd give it a try to see how well it works.

So far, the main problem has been logging into my account but it seems to be ok just now.

Maybe with my blogging tool always with me I'll be able to blog more.

Anyway, just as an experiment there should be a picture of an 800 year old Peruvian chap below...

Sunday, 16 October 2011

More Abersoch

I realised that I'd not posted any of the other pictures from Abersoch, or indeed blogged about the adventures we had. When I say 'adventures' I use the term loosely! 

We took a trip to the magnificent Caernarfon Castle, where there was lots of spaces for the kids to run around and explore.


The castle has lots to see. This was the site of the investiture of Prince Charles in 1969:


And the architecture is absolutely stunning:


On our way back to Abersoch, Nick told us of a World War 2 bunker that he'd heard of at Llandwrog and asked us if we fancied stopping off there. Well, it being in the vicinity, what did we have to lose? As it turned out, we lost an hour of our lives in possibly the most desolate seaside spot in all of Wales...only joking, Nick! To give you an idea of what it was like there here's a little video I took:


And here's a picture of said bunker - really magnificent and I'll be sure to go back soon...


There was also an aircraft museum in the vicinity but I didn't get any pictures there. Because it was closed. We did have a nice drive round it though. Interestingly, there is an ancient hill fort situated there:


And the kids had fun playing in the sea...


And N got absolutely soaking!


We all had a really fun time during our week in Abersoch!


Thursday, 23 June 2011

What a feeling!

This is it. The letter they sent me to confirm my degree classification. They can't take it off me now!!


I left university halfway through the course the first time around. Truth is that the time probably wasn't right for me to be studying for a degree, the planets weren't aligned in the right way and the butterfly on the other side of the world wasn't flapping its wings for me. I think I had to work in a job I didn't enjoy for a few years so that I could truly understand the benefit of a university education.

I'm quite sure that passing the course when I was younger would have been easier, yet I don't think it would have been as rewarding. I'm also quite sure that I wouldn't have had anywhere near the success that I have enjoyed to date. Education is wasted on the young.

There have been some very difficult times over the past three years, times when I thought I'd bitten off more than I could chew, times when I really didn't understand the concepts that I was trying so hard to grasp. I was very lucky to have people behind me to support and encourage me through those times. F would sit and listen to me waffle on about legal concepts, asking questions and giving me ideas, all the time helping me to get matters straight in my head and to find out where I had gaps in my knowledge. 

One of the lowest points came when I got the result for my first coursework of the 3rd year. I handed it in full of hope and was dismayed to score only 50%. I made an appointment with the head of law who had marked my script and it would be fair to say that he didn't pull his punches - he tore that thing apart. I then went on to fail my formative exams miserably. That didn't bode well for getting grades good enough for a 2:2, never mind anything higher. I was so sure of my failure that I'd not even told F the date for the release of results until the day before.

I'm still not quite sure how I managed to get the results I achieved. I know I did a little bit of revision every day for about six weeks before the exams. I recorded myself making "journeys" out of my revision notes and listened to the recordings in the car and somehow all that information stayed in and subsequently came back out in a coherent form in the exams. I managed to get an A in every exam giving me 3 A's and a B overall - The B coming from Equity & Trusts which was the coursework that I'd failed so miserably.  

And now I've been awarded a first. The best degree you can get in a difficult subject. It feels good, even though I'm still concerned that the decision will be rescinded because there's been some mistake! Now, I have to repeat my success in order to achieve a distinction in the MLP. This time, I'm sure that I can do it. I think the shock of failure gave me a kick up the backside this year and I hope that next year, the power of self confidence and the knowledge that I can do it will spur me on to bigger and better things...

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Abersoch - Part 2

I'm back with another instalment of the wonderous Welsh adventure!

When we went for a wander down to the beach at the end of the first day some of the scenery that greeted us was fantastic...



Gracie busied herself running along the beach. Kai, Harry and Sam were more adventurous and started exploring the rocks...


Nathaniel on the other hand, being a junior entomologist, had to see what bugs he could find - he seemed incredibly pleased to find this woodlouse which must have been 20-30mm in length


Anyway, after some grub we retired to our various bedrooms and in the morning we took another trip to the beach for some sun, sea and sand. Unfortunately, the sea had already been claimed by some rather less pleasant holidaymakers


This, apparently, is a moon jellyfish. They have a very mild sting, but we weren't to know that and given that there were literally thousands of them (think Michael Caine in Zulu but with the Zulu's replaced by jellyfish) on the water's edge we didn't take any risks. Undeterred, we had a good play in the sand and the kids seemed to enjoy themselves


It's safe to say that a fun day was had by all. After eating our tea outside we went back to the pub where some of the adults decided to enjoy alcohol responsibly. We went back to the house where they proceeded to enjoy alcohol irresponsibly. Okay, I admit that I'm just jealous because I can't drink anymore! 

After a fine night's sleep we all arose refreshed and ready to face another day (*snigger*). A trip to Criccieth was in order and that will form the subject of my next exciting (stop yawning already!) post. For now, I'll leave you with this view of the harbour...


Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Abersoch - Part 1

The blogging bug has bitten again and I have decided to come back for another round of posting. When I say posting, it implies posts in the plural, so perhaps I should have phrased that differently - I'll be the first to admit that my blogging activities have been somewhat erratic.

However, whilst I'm here I might as well make the most of this bout of enthusiasm and tell you about our recent holiday. My lovely parents (have a look at http://akelamalu.blogspot.com for my Mum's wonderful blog) paid for the family to spend the week in Abersoch in North Wales, a holiday destination that I visited several times when I was less than knee high to a grasshopper. These trips took place around thirty years and I honestly didn't recall a lot of the landmarks but I do remember having fun there.

The holiday party comprised my parents who now seem to have got to that age where they purchase matching jackets...

My brother, Nick, and his wife Alison who was a little hungover on the day this picture was taken and really wouldn't thank me for posting it...

My two boys, Kai & Nathaniel (Kai is back left and Nathaniel is in the middle with the purple t-shirt) and Nick & Alison's children Sam (centre behind Nathaniel), Gracie (next to Nathaniel) and Harry (back left)...

And finally there was me, and I seem to be seeing how many chins I can fit onto one face...

Unfortunately, F couldn't join us because someone had to stay behind to look after the hounds of hell. For the purposes of this post she will be represented (for no apparent reason) by this tiny bird sat on an anchor...

The anchor is located near the harbour beach in Abersoch. This picture was taken on the day we arrived in the town. The weather was glorious and we all took a stroll along the beach - after a visit to the pub for a swift cola...

More next time...

Sunday, 6 February 2011

Money - part 1

Here's a little thought that enters my head every now and again and has me going around in circles.
We all use money, don't we? I have a ten pound note and I use it to buy bread from the shop. The shopkeeper uses the ten pound note to pay his supplier. The supplier uses the ten pound note...and so on.
But what is the ten pound note? What value does it truly have? This is the bit that gets my head spinning. It seemingly has value to you or I because we can "buy" things with it. What it is in truth though, is a promissory note. English bank notes say on them, "I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of [insert value]" - that is their worth, the promise itself. But what would you get if you attempted to redeem that promise? People have tried at the Bank on Threadneedle Street but they have been turned out, the doors locked behind them and the police called. The promise is empty because there is nothing of worth backing that money.
It's a very clever illusion and it has us all trapped. We simply swap promissory notes that have no value.

Saturday, 1 January 2011

Changes are afoot in the world of me. As I have both Crohn's and Meniere's I should really watch what I eat but the truth is, I don't. I eat what I want, pretty much when I want. I had got into the habit of having a bacon roll every day at college and some kind of pudding every night after tea. I know it's not good.
I was told a while ago that we should look at our bodies in the same way we look at a car - if you put rubbish fuel in you get poor performance out. This makes sense. The performance of my vehicle has been very poor of late and I think it's about time for a major service and rethink of what sort of fuel I put into it.
I seem to live in a state of perpetual tiredness coupled with brain fog. There's the constant worry of suffering from a vertigo attack or stomach cramps. I think by altering my diet that I can alleviate some of these problems. And that's just it. I'm altering my diet, not attempting to starve myself. I'm attempting to change habits - less meat, more fruit and veg, less sugar, more nuts and seeds, less gluten, more berries.
So, as well as the other rubbish I occasionaly post, this blog is going to be a record of how I'm doing and feeling. I don't expect miracles but I do hope to feel better.

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Not nice...

I am due to go into hospital for a colonoscopy tomorrow. This is something I've been through before and whilst it is for the most part painless there is still some discomfort with the air they pump into you - in fact, that can hurt a lot!
However, it's not the proceedure itself which is the worst part of this, it's the "bowel prep". The hospital used to send an industrial strength laxative called Fleet which, I believe, was manufactured by Satan himself. Two tiny bottles that you mixed with equal amounts of water and then attemted to drink without retching too hard. The taste was supposed to be ginger- lemon but was actually somewhere between salt water and raw effluent - in fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if they had simply collected the contents of the bottles from the puddles found on the decks of trawlers off the Fylde coast.
I was relieved to find out that the hospital no longer use Fleet, preferring instead a product called Klean Prep. My joy at this news was short lived when I realised that I had been faced with Klean Prep at a recnt CT Scan. Whilst the taste of it is not as bad as Fleet it's still pretty nasty in that it's salted vanilla (try to imagine that for a second) and this is compounded by the fact that you have to consume FOUR LITRES of the stuff!
I have just downed my first pint, made slightly palatable by the addition of half a bottle of lemon barley water. I'm working myself up to another one just now and expect the explosion to hit my guts sometime in the next two hours. A fun evening is planned!
Oh, and I've had noting except "clear liquid" since Sunday night...so I'm bloody hungry too!

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

A couple of things caught my attention on the news this week. Firstly, there's the Electoral Court which has convened in the Uppermill area of Oldham to look into allegations of electoral wrongdoing by Oldham Labour MP Phil Woolas. The Liberal Democrat candidate, Elwyn Watkins, has accused Mr Woolas of a dirty tricks campaign in the run up to the election by stirring up racial tension in order to win the white, working class vote - essentially, Mr Woolas claimed that Mr Watkins was courting Islamic extremists in the area in an attempt to win their votes.
This is the first time in almost 100 years that an Electoral Court has been convened in the U.K., the last being in 1911 when there were instances of violence and bribery in the Ireland Constituency of North Louth. Disputes over local elections are more commonplace but these are heard in front of electoral commissioners or magistrates. The judges rule on disputed polls, and in this case two High Court judges have descended on Oldham to hear the accusations. Mr Woolas won the election by a majority of 103 votes and Mr Watkins claims that the accusations made by Mr Woolas as part of his campaign were completely false and therefore in contravention of the Representation of the People Act 1983.
The case started on Monday and was due to last four days. A little bit of history in the making in this little area.
The second thing that interested me is the call for a campaign of "civil disobedience" by several trade union bosses at the Trades Union Congress this week (see here and here) in response to government spending cuts. They have intimated a willingness to instigate general strikes, with some going even further and calling for citizens to stage "sit ins" on the country's motorway network in an attempt to cause gridlock on a massive scale.
These leaders always talk a good fight. What is clear is that they will not be the ones at the front line of any "disobedience" - they won't be the ones putting themselves in a position where they can be arrested, or for that matter in a position where they lose part of their salary for going on strike. You can bet while the proletariat are on the picket lines they will be sat in their office making sure they're being paid.
However, it was the idea of civil disobedience itself that lodged itself in my mind. Whilst I'm not advocating any of what I'm about to say (an important statement given my chosen career path) there are some points that are worth mooting given the current economic climate. If the unions are capable of organising this on a large scale, and the population is willing to take part, what is to stop action being taken on a smaller scale?
If you think about it, statutes are acts of parliament given the power of law by the consent of the governed. But how many people actually consent to being fined for driving at 31mph in a 30mph zone? I think the answer is probably not very many.
There are so may laws out there that are unjust. How many people are actually aware of the Fixated Threat Assessment Centre? Set up very much without fanfare a few years ago, this government body uses the police to identify individuals who may be a "threat" to high profile individuals. A good idea on the surface, but who decides where the fixation is? It's not doctors any more, but this special unit. So, if I decide tomorrow to devote this blog to attacking the political decisions of members of the cabinet, and set up websites to do the same, not out of any mental instability but simply to exercise my right to comment, it may well be that this unit can decide that I'm "fixated" and have me held under mental health legislation. A good way to remove political dissent. And if you think I'm being ever so slightly paranoid perhaps you should have a look at Maurice Kirk's story.
So the laws are there, but what if the citizens of this country decided en masse to stop giving their consent? I don't mean there should be a complete free-for-all and a breakdown of civilised society. A simple return to the common law maxims of respect for the life, liberty and property of others. Those are simple laws that keep society in check. People are being fined for putting their bins out on the wrong day - how would concils cope if they tried to enforce one of these crazy fines only to find that all the inhabitants of a town reacted by putting their bins out on the wrong day? They'd never be able to cope with the administrative feat of fining everyone.
Taking it a step further, what if someone on your street was about to be evicted from their home. They'd missed a few mortgage payments because they'd been made redundant, no fault of their own, but were actively seeking work and would soon be in a position to get back into shape financially. But the bank won't allow them the time - possibly a bank that had been "bailed out" by the taxpayer. So, on the day of the proposed eviction the bailiffs turn up to find thirty or forty people peacefully barring entry to the property - no violence, just making it awkward for them. I know the bailiffs are only doing a job, but it's arguably one that profits on other people's misery. If this kind of thing started happening up and down the country, perhaps there'd be a stronger sense of community and the balance of power would start to swing back in favour of the people.
And this kind of thing can work. I had a friend who had his car clamped and had to pay a £70 release fee, which he could barely afford. He argued the point that the warning signs were displayed behind parked cars (this was some years ago) but the clamper remained unmoved and he had to pay the release fee. However, instead of getting violent he simply sat and observed the clamper and waited til he clamped someone else. When this person returned to their car to be greeted by the sight of bright yellow wheel clamp my friend put his recently hatched plan into action. He drove his car into the car park and parked it directly in front of the clamper's van. He then casually walked over to the clamper (who was clearly enjoying fleecing another motorist of £70) and told him that he'd be pleased to move his car and allow the clamper to get on his way so long as he refunded his £70 and took the clamp off the other vehicle without charge. The clamper was clearly not impressed and began to issue threats of physical violence. Now this friend used to be a teddy boy and was quite used to violence, so he remained impassive but did remind the clamper that the there was at least one witness to his threats who was hardly likely to be on his side were the police to be called. Funnily enough, the clamper saw the error of his ways and capitulated to my friend's demands. At no time was my friend violent or abusive - he just decided to make things difficult. So maybe a bit of civil disobedience can work...