Archive for the ‘My Life’ Category

As we’re all blogging for history, here’s a bit about my day.


Alarm went off at 7:00. Lettice got up. I didn’t. Whoops. Staggered out of bed at 8:00 and between checking e-mail, showering, eating breakfast and faffing about managed to get into work around about 9:45. No meetings this morning so not a problem. Check work e-mail and calendar and tell the project manager that I love her because she’s worked out that in our incredibly tight schedule for the site (www.visitlondon.com) redesign I actually have no tasks allocated to me between the end of November and the sometim in February so I can take some holiday after all. But then I groan as I realise that Friday is booked up with meetings from 10-12 and then 12:30-16:00. Ouch.

Spent most of the day working on a project for our kids’ site (www.kidslovelondon.com). Nothing terribly exciting – a bit of CSS, bit of XSLT, bit of JavaScript (enforcing my own recently written coding standards to avoid document.write and use appendChild() etc.). Minor panic regarding the half term edition of the kids’ newsletter but it got sent out on time and everyone seems very happy with the new style.

Went to lunch with Lettice – she’s working at VL for a few weeks. And after that it was time for today’s round of meetings about the redesign project. Time and money versus ambition. Same as every project I’ve ever worked on. We actually have a very good team (and soon to be a much bigger team, an ad will be appear in this week’s New Media Age for six positions within the web team at VL) and doing most of the work in house will cut down on some of the headaches.

Ended up working until 18:30 which makes up for the late start, though a fair chunk of the last hour was spent playing Bang! Howdy (www.banghowdy.com) whilst waiting for other people to go through the designs of the Christmas pages with me. We need to have some pages up very soon in order to cover the switching on of the Christmas Lights.

London Bridge was busy and I just missed the 18:39. I bought this week’s New Scientist (suckered in by the ‘what would happen to Earth if humans vanished cover story) and this month’s .net (a couple of articles that I can quote mine for a brainstorm in one of Friday’s endless meetings). Ran into Séverine and we caught the 18:51 to Tulse Hill and then walked up to West Norwood together.

Home, sausages for dinner, then watched CSI: Miami with Lettice before sitting down to write this.


So there you are, not my usual sort of post and probably not of any great historical interest.


On Saturday I bought a song from iTunes by Drill Queen, one of whose members I know in real life.

On Monday a package from Amazon arrived for me, I didn’t remember ordering anything but thought that I might have done when I set up work as a delivery address (Amazon’s courier company is totally incapable of delivering to home). Today I checked the delivery note and discovered that someone else had bought it for me off my wishlist.

I didn’t recognise the name and so checked my Gmail archive to see if it was anyone who had ever spoken to me. It was, a little while ago he had sent me this e-mail:

Hi there, you responded to one of my messages on Usenet, full details here.

http://groups.google.com/group/comp.infosystems.www.authoring.stylesheets/msg/…

I was wondering if you could please remove it from Google’s archives (you can do this by creating a Google Groups Account, looging in, finding the message and pressing remove).

I’m just not keen on having that URL on the Internet now that it’s used for something different.

Thank in advance,

Used for something different means not used for an escort site anymore. (I’d answered a technical question about the site coding not anything related to the content.) Anyway, today I sent back the message

Bribery worked.

Nice to know that after all these years of giving free advice on Usenet I’m finally getting some reward.


Last night the 2006 Old World Cup started. This, in contrast with the recent rubbish in Germany, is a Blood Bowl tournament played over the web with a few friends. My team, Frankenstein’s Fumblers, played the opening game against the Dwarf Giants.

The Fumblers have a nice mix of muscle, speed and cannon fodder. The Giants have muscle, more muscle and some muscle on the side. The Giants won 2-0.

As the cup is being played as a double elimination tournament this means that I’m not out but I do have an uphill struggle if I’m going to win. My next match will be against the loser of Numinal Comets (elves) vs Veni Vedi Viking (um, Vikings).


What’s that? That’s the output from a rather nifty applet that draws diagrams of the HTML structure of web pages (technically, it produces a graphical representation of a first order approximation of the DOM tree by examing element nodes only). In this case that’s the front page of Very True Things as of Thursday evening.

The big grey blob at the middle top is the page head, here full of the <link> elements that Word Press generates. The main content of the page is to the left and the side bar is to the right. The red clusters at top left and bottom right are tables – a meme result and the calendar respectively.

Have a look at the examples given by the creator to see how some big name sites compare. And then see the graphs for everyone else’s sites on Flickr. (Via Pharyngula.)

What’s really scary for me is that when I look at the graph for VL I can instantly spot where one extraneous (but harmless) link has been inserted by accident.


So last night and I went out for dinner with the weasel clan to hip and happening Sanderstead. we went to Modern Time which advertises itself as non-specific ‘Oriental Cuisine’. When I orderd the the ‘zesty orange beef’ from the menu the waitress felt obliged to warn me that it contained orange. Um, yes, I can read, I wasn’t just staring at the menu for fun for theleast five minutes and the word orange was quite clear and that’s why I ordered it. Whatever, as they say.

So once we got home we wanted to play Doctor Who back. Now this being the most important television program ever I had given it a nice generous fifteen minutes after the end, just in case. But, it goes and starts over twenty minutes late. Bastards. If you’re going to insist on showing all of the stupid football then cut some time off Graham Norton’s bloody dancing crap instead. Wankers, as I say.


As tagged by Littlebun here are ten things that make me happy.

  1. Lettice
  2. Being right about stuff
  3. Wales winning the Six Nations
  4. Learning new stuff
  5. Miniatures, especially dinosaurs and spaceships
  6. The Dalek Song
  7. Cats
  8. Drinking beer and talking rubbish with my friends
  9. Good books
  10. The sort of television that makes me jump and down with joy because it’s so funny and exciting and clever – for example Doctor Who, Firefly, Farscape

The water board don’t have any record for our flat that’s distinct from the shop below and as they, very nicely, don’t want to charge us commercial rates want us to go and check with the landlords.

The gas company also don’t have any records for our flat, which only came to light after I asked them to double check – they were quite happy to sign us up to pay for the whole property.

I haven’t heard back from the electricty company after I asked them to make the same double check.

But we do have water, gas and electricity. Here’s hoping we get it for free…

BT have heard of our flat. They have it listed as “flat above Unwins”. Unwins shut at least two years ago. They also say that the earliest they can get an engineer out is September 21st which is rubbish.


In all the confusion (new job, planning wedding, flat hunting, being ill) it completely slipped under my radar that sometime over the last few months marked the point where I had been online for ten years.

I’d used the departmental network at university and pre-web systems like Prestel before then but in the spring of 1995 I went online in the sense that we mean today and started using e-mail, FTP, telnet, usenet, gopher (remember that?) and the WWW.

Ten years ago I’d never seen a web site, I’ve spent the last eight years creating web sites for a living.


Went to Salute today. Very knackered. Spent … a lot. Full report tomorrow.


As regular readers will know I have a love-hate relationship with recruitment consultants but mostly I love them for the slightly befuddled little muppets they are. Most mean well and try hard to do a job that I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. But sometimes you get one who’s just unbelievable.

I won’t give his name or the name of the company he works for but they don’t seem very professional (they use .org.uk domain name for a business, and their web site proudly displays the “well done you’ve set up your web space” message) and the following exchange really says it all.

He called me on Friday when I was out of town at my grandfather’s funeral. He left a message on the answer phone but, and he does actually get some credit for this, actually listened to the outgoing message including the bit where I ask people to e-mail me. Hence this first e-mail:

Steve could you contact me regarding and excellent web developer / designer role I have on.

I picked this up on Friday evening via webmail and responded:

Sounds interesting, though I am solely a developer and not at all a designer. I’m away from home at the moment attending a family fruneral, so if you need to speak to me on the phone then I’m afraid I’m not available until Monday afternoon, but you can call me then on 020 8XXX XXXX. But feel free to send any details or questions you may have to this e-mail address and I’ll let you know what I think.

Note that I clearly say that I’m available on Monday afternoon.

He calls on Monday morning when I’m out (meeting with a very friendly and organised recruitment consultant), Lettice takes the call and tells him that I’ll be back in the afternoon.

I’m in all afternoon, from twelve noon to quarter past six. No call. I then go out to the pub for an investment club meeting. He calls sometime between then and when Lettice gets home at just before ten o’clock. This guy had been told twice to call in the afternoon and he hadn’t bothered even once in that six hour window.

Why hadn’t I called him? Because he hadn’t done anything to make it worth the cost of a national rate phone call. He hadn’t given me any details of the job (and as he had described it as a slash designer position it probably wasn’t right for me anyway), I’d already spent a fair chunk of my day talking to recruitment consultants and I had paying work to be getting on with. “Please call me, I have something that might interest you” is simply spam, and not very good spam at that.

Now I had been in the pub so this may have been a bit strong, but:

I said I would be in to speak to you on Monday afternoon. You called
once in the morning and once in the evening. Do you have something worth discussing with me or are you just playing silly buggers?

Yeah Steve I did have something worth speaking to you about but since you
cant even return a message, pick up a phone or communicate in a normal way I don’t fancy your chances much of getting through any interview stage let alone the one I had for you.

Oh, so he wants to play? 👿

This from the man who can’t even understand the what the word “afternoon” means? Never mind.

I have 4 other guys in for that position all better than you.

they wanted 5 for a interview day.

hence why I wanted you.

Even if I had been hasty or overly forthright with my previous messages, we now see this guy’s true colours. He had other candidates who were better than me? He just wanted a fifth to make up the numbers?

Sounds like you only wanted some poor schmuck to round out your numbers. Sounds like I had a lucky escape then. Thank you for being honest with me at the end.

I have recruitment consultants phoning and e-mailling me daily; I’ve been using recruitment consultants, as both candidate and employer, for ten years; I have to sort the wheat from the chaff just the same as you have to with candidates. Those that make the effort to fit in around their candidates’ and clients’ schedules, who are honest and open up front, and who make an effort to match candidates and positions correctly, they make the grade, those that don’t, don’t.

But if you actually want to play fair, just send the job details so I can review them and judge whether I’m suitable. Or call me at the times I said I would be available to speak. In fact I’m going to be working from home all day today so you can call any time you like.

No response. But I have had another consultant contact me with a very nice sounding role. You win some, you lose some. 🙂