Nearly project 365

Rather than giving you a blow by blow account of each day since I last did a project 365, I thought I'd combine them into one picture. Let's just say they're all there. Ahem.


Since March activities have included:

library time, essay writing, bed, teeth brushing, reading, entertaining John, watching television, voting, Starbucks, computing, London, France, and various sports and recreation. (You might need to click on it to see them better.)


I hope to get back on course now.

Strasbourg, the heart of Europe. Until you try to get there.

June 8th already? Well at least I know MasterCard will be happy that I didn't realise it was June 8th, as no doubt they will slap a nice £12.00 late fee on to my credit card bill that's due tomorrow. I hate paying that simply because I didn't realise time was ticking away and they can't process payments any faster. Funnily enough the last time I was late with a payment was when I was away on a trip. Next time I will pay it before I go. Although I don't like my chances of getting packed up any earlier in that case.

So France. Again. Like I said before, it was a scarier trip than last time. Smaller, with more work to do. And wanting to hold on to the report that I will to the boss (who leaks their own reports?) I shall show you some photos instead.

The first thing to say about Strasbourg is that it's not an easy place to get to. There is no simple route there. Every which way would have involved various combinations of planes, trains and indeed automobiles. Added to the problem was the need to go the cheapest way possible, which worked out flying to London to get the Eurostar to Paris and then the TGV to Strasbourg. Which all meant that I could have flown to Australia in the time it took to get to Strasbourg. But I did get fun travelling adventures so I shan't complain.

On my way through London, I stopped off for a Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino near to Trafalgar Square.

Ah London in May. Reminds me of...November.

There's a statue of George Washington outside the National Gallery. It turns out he too was a little man, like Fred Perry and King Billy. I had to include this kind member of the general public for perspective purposes. I don't think he knew he was in the photo.

I walked to Covent Garden and even at 11.00am  there were street entertainers. The man on the unicycle proceeded to juggle, which makes my multi-tasking of walking and chewing gum look amateur.

With wheeling my suitcase around to Covent Garden I suddenly became very aware of it. Not incase someone tried to rob me. No, no, incase throngs of people gathered round me, expecting me to take out my ventriloquist's dummy or magician's sawing table. I made a speedy getaway, lest they be disappointed and throw things at me. Well, we've all seen a crowd turn ugly.


Tomorrow (or some other time in the future) I'll continue the photo round up of the trip. I thought if I put too many photos you wouldn't know what had hit you. Feast from famine can be dangerous for one's health.

Don't worry, I got this one too

So remember that thing in Lyon last summer? Well I have to go to a
follow up thing in Strasbourg. I know, you can get the next one!
Actually you could have taken this one if you'd said. It's going to be
way scarier! And I've about 80 pages of documents to read on the train
before I even get there! Sheesh.

With work, essays and exams I haven't blogged in ages and worse still
I haven't put on my photo a day up in two months. Upon my return I'll
make it up to you.

Yes, I might have said that before. But travelling does bring out good
stories!

Coalition

I'm coming out of this mini blogging break (I know, just call me Stephen Fry) because it seems like on a day when your government changes you should. Three years ago I watched as the helicopter followed the Prime Minister as he made his way to resign to HRH. Today I watched it again (but this time on the glorious BBC).

Poor old Gordon eh? I always remember the joke Ian Hislop made, maybe about a year after he became PM, that it was terrible to have waited all your life for your dream job only to discover you're crap at it. I hope history is kinder to him than the media have been.

I think tonight he showed a lot of dignity. And in the last few days of the election he showed way more passion than I'd ever seen in him. And fair play to him for keeping his children out of it all, because I'd say they could have won a votes by themselves.

It looks like there's going to be interesting times ahead. For me it's starting on a positive note - I've always liked the name David.

But you still better handle us with care.

Sad news indeed

It was rumoured to be happening for a while but this week Adrian Chiles announced he was leaving the BBC and The One Show. I'm more than a little sad about this. I think the BBC messed it up rightly with their obsession with Chris Evans and I can hardly blame Adrian Chiles for leaving. It just makes it worse that he's going to ITV. For four years! This made me even sadder because I realised that he wouldn't be involved in the BBC coverage of 2012. I know, I'm a long term thinker about the Olympics, but he was brilliant on Olympic Breakfast in Beijing.

Can't help but feel you will be updating this page soon BBC. Or maybe just deleting it.

I prefer to remember Adrian in happier times. (Once again, I ask that you don't mention my shoulder abnormalities.)