Sometimes I think I’m the non-cheese-moving type. Other times I think I’m all about moving the cheese.
Frivolously, this dairy product metaphor has appeared in my drive to re-design.
Do you guys prefer the standard weblog layout, with full-length posts appearing in the main content column of this site and other stuff in the sidebar, or would you be happy for a little experimentation (i.e. a non-PHP-coder hacking away at the WordPress Loop) on my part?
I have an idea, you see. It’s not exactly fully-formed, but it’s gestating away in the back of my mind (better than other things gestating, even though my friend Ken has reminded me that our biological clocks are ticking away). Many sheets of A4 printed on a single side (before I discovered duplex booklet printing on the photocopier) are being recycled with my scribbles.
You know, I think I might do both and keep everyone happy (except for those who won’t be).
Hehe. Tell me what you think, anyway, and post links of clever (not necessarily beautiful) WordPress designs to inspire me*.
* When I should be planning the bloody wedding — why is it the person who has always wanted to elope to Vegas has become responsible for this?
The comments on this article (Drink Nation: Scotland’s alcohol abuse costs £2.25bn a year) read like some people don’t venture out of doors any time after 7pm (or noon, if your village is particularly dire):
The drunken scot is just another tartan myth.
I am sick fed up of hearing that we have an alcohol “epidemic” in Scotland.
The number of people here who abuse alcohol is very large in number. You’ve got to be seriously deluded and never go out if you refuse to believe it.
(I suppose I’m incredibly lucky that I totally got over that whole binge drinking thing way before I moved here.)
- went to Body Pump (upped the weights — I’m aching)
- went shopping in Glasgow with Carene
- had chips and curry sauce for dinner (mmm)
- went to Brian and Carene’s, then the pub, then back to Brian and Carene’s (where I promptly fell asleep, to no one’s surprise)
- snacked on cup-a-soup and savoury bakey goodness
- crocheted (quack quack) while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark (whee!)
It wasn’t exactly rocket science to predict that the SNP would have trouble getting their campaign promises through Parliament after they creeped into power as a minority government. One year on, Labour is accusing them of ‘dumping’ their promises:
But Scottish Labour leader Wendy Alexander said style rather than substance had been the mark of the Scottish Government in its first year.
“A year ago they promised to dump student debt, reduce class sizes, match Labour’s school building programme and introduce first time house buyers grants,” she said.
“Promises they solemnly made to the people of Scotland, but pledges they’ve broken with barely a murmur of apology.”
What I’m more concerned with is (given I do not spend my time over at Holyrood) the ‘triumphs’ of freezing council tax and scrapping of other plans that involve, at least on the surface, costing taxpayers in Scotland less. But where will the extra money come from? Taxes are high enough as they are.
As usual, I’m just thinking out loud — given the recent issues with oil (prices, strikes in Grangemouth, diesel hitting 128.9p per litre near us, in Nowheresville, Scotland), even if oil revenues were to go straight to Scotland, would there be enough benefit to all? Or would the rich just get richer?
Schools anger as ITV X Factor auditions clash with exam days:
Headteachers have accused the makers of ITV’s X Factor of “irresponsible” planning after it emerged that Scottish auditions for the talent show clash with the Standard Grade English exam next week.
I didn’t realise a profit-making venture such as The X Factor had a responsibility to schools. I think the programme is shit, but no matter.
Teenage angst: study for exams or audition for X Factor place?
For an immature, impressionable youngster the choice could well be a no-brainer. The opportunity to take part in auditions for ITV’s X Factor and the remote chance of that ultimate prize - a £1m recording contract and instant celebrity status. Or staying at school to sit an exam.
Ah, the lure of those 15 minutes. Not all of you could be the next Leona Lewis — who was a major fluke, IMHO. If I may just say, if you’re 16, you should be old enough to have learnt that actions have consequences (assuming your parents have imparted that stellar piece of wisdom). An adolescent who has dreams of fame should be reined in by their parents if an audition is the day before a big exam.
Try studying harder two days before the exam. Understand that if you flunk your exam because you were amongst thousands chasing short-lived celebrity, it’s your own fault and don’t sue the council later for lost earning potential.
I have to say, I don’t think this would even be an issue in Singapore. No student would be allowed to go to the audition (parents would probably eyeball their child studying if they had to), so the programme makers wouldn’t even bother. The fact that there is all this hand-wringing shows that teenagers are running riot here.