The reason I spent two hours on the bus this morning: Major crash closes M8 both ways. Neil was going to a meeting in Kirkcaldy at 9.30 and managed to arrive at noon! I got to work at 11am. What a shame.
The reason I spent two hours on the bus this morning: Major crash closes M8 both ways. Neil was going to a meeting in Kirkcaldy at 9.30 and managed to arrive at noon! I got to work at 11am. What a shame.
Well, stop the fucking presses.
Parents who stopped working so they could concentrate on trying to find their missing daughter (this post is not for griping about innocence or guilt) found it hard to pay their mortgage. Maybe it sounds a bit dodgy on first reading, but it’s reasonable. I presume people will be calling for an independent inspection into the workings of this fund.
(Apparently the folk who ate with the parents the night the girl disappeared have been dubbed the ‘tapas seven’, which explains why I want to be called, ah, you get it anyway. Wow, aren’t I funny.)
One of my favourite songs from Uni:
I’m spending loads and loads of time on social networking sites during office hours.
(Books and reader networking sites, of course. And — ugh — MySpace, too.)
It’s fun, dragging a publisher into the 21st century.
Also, TFIF. The weeks go by so damn quickly but there continues to be a huge, dynamic pile of ‘to dos’ on my list that never seems to go down.
I saw this being debated and speculated on prior to the rules being changed regarding organic food labelling. It’s now going to be harder for farmers who grow organic produce overseas (and fly them to the UK) to have their food labelled ‘organic’, because of the amount of carbon dioxide emissions air-freighting the food produces.
Hangonaminnit. From what I understand, organic in our trendy, PC world means food that hasn’t been treated / protected / grown with chemicals like pesticides and whatnot. Carbon dioxide emissions from cargo planes flying the food from (let’s say) Africa to the UK is a greenie issue. It’s also a convenient coincidence that making it harder for developing-world farmers protects UK organic food businesses.
I saw on the news this morning that they say African organic farmers should start selling to their neighbours, instead of freighting it halfway round the world. I’m sure the African farmers agree, as long as they can get a fair price. I somehow think their neighbours are a little more preoccupied with other matters (war, famine, crippling poverty — wee issues like that).
(You don’t get to see this, but Neil does. When news of this WTF? nature comes on, I sit there and bang the sides of my head with my palms.)
I’m a bit of a control freak and a bit of a perfectionist. But I’m not a workaholic. I have been known, however, to work for 12 hours straight and forget to eat or go to the loo (I didn’t wet myself or anything).
(I don’t own a Blackberry, although I have been seriously considering buying a mobile broadband modem so that I can bring my laptop and work on my own stuff while commuting to and from work.)
One of my photos of Edinburgh is on Schmap!! Edinburgh. They sent me a message a while ago on Flickr, announcing that my photo from the roof of the Camera Obsura building had been shortlisted.
There’s no payment involved. I am going to be inundated with highly-paid photography commissions and I can give up my day job, I can just see it. At some point I may even think about changing my camera (a half-decade old Sony Cybershot, thank you very much).
(Er, no.)
