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When I tried to get to work this morning I was about halfway through my walk from Waterloo to High Holborn when I hit police cordons.

Roughly two hours earlier, as I brushed my teeth, I noted that the travel news mentioned there was trouble around the Chancery Lane area but didn't think much of it. Travel news is rarely of any use since the blackspots disappear or move given sufficient time, or you hit them just as the radio warns you about them.

The police were saying that it was possible to go right around the area if you went down to Embankment. I wasn't too thrilled by this prospect. However, they were also saying that everything anywhere near Chancery Lane was closed and given that our office is just outside the Chancery Lane tube station I made a call to see if it was open. They'd heard nothing about the cordons at all. Nor about the cause - which the police told us was a suspicious vehicle parked on Chancery Lane.

I imagined that trying to follow the route my bus takes (along Kingsway and onto Holborn) would have me hitting the cordons at the other end of Chancery Lane but with nothing better to do and no idea how to get to work via Embankment, I took the risk. Passing the other end of Chancery Lane I notice one lone policeman on a motorbike looking as though he was about to leave. I figured this meant that the incident was over.

Nope. I later found, after careful use of http://groups.google.com's usenet archives, that the incident was a man in a van refusing to move and claiming to have explosives in or near his person. There were hundreds of police swarming around the area and had been since 7pm on Thursday night. Despite the Holborn side of the road looking fairly clear at around 9.30am the seige was ongoing and actually finally concluded nearly 24 hours after it began when the police, somehow, arrested the perpetrator. Speculation in the few news articles that did come out suggest that his target was the law courts and he had some grudge.

So why the silence? Hundreds of police on red alert. A large area of the City cordoned off. The potential for a decent sized chunk of the capital city to go boom. You'd think it would make the news, wouldn't you? The news stories that day included a man being imprisoned for the reckless driving that caused a recent train crash and in depth coverage of the funeral of a politician's baby daughter. The live and ongoing story wasn't given a mention on the television or radio. There were brief mentions of "an incident" or "a security alert" causing traffic delays throughout the day during the traffic reports. Burried away in the BBC web site if you knew where to look there was a brief article and a picture. There was talk of an article in the Evening Standard's (local paper for London) web site but someone said it was pulled and when I looked I couldn't find it.

When I came home I watched BBC News 24 until the stories looped. Nary a mention. What's the point of the news being given extended hours when stories that could be reported aren't used? Was there a big cover up going on or was it really not seen as a news-worthy incident? Either way, when you come within feet of the chance being blown up and it doesn't make the news you have to wonder what else doesn't make it out to the public. And there's sod all we can do about it.
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So with everything being All Change, or at least several plans in that direction, I'm looking to buy a house. In Peterborough. Because houses there are cheap and there's a chance that work might want to relocate us there eventually. So I dutifully go along to numerous web sites and click the "Send me information" links about interesting looking houses and what happens? Bugger all, is what.

So I phoned an agent today. Said I'd like to look around some places Saturday if possible. Told him what I'm looking for - and according to their web site there are several properties that match the criteria. He took my name. He took my number. He promised to call me back. I've heard nothing.

So my plans aren't going very far very fast but I'm going to go for a wander around Peterborough on Saturday anyway. Call in and register with some more Estate Agents and desperately hope they're not all the scourge of the Earth as people lead you to believe. I can't say they're doing much to prove otherwise thus far. Wish me luck.

An End

Jan. 5th, 2002 10:56 am
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Most of the people reading this will have known me for a good while and know that Raz and I have been together for approximately six years and perhaps it seemed like we always would be. Sometimes I thought that, but as time went on I started to wonder more. Late last year it stopped seeming that way.

Today, after a lot of thought and a lot of putting it off, I ended our relationship because for me it just wasn't working. When we are apart I don't miss him. When we are together, I often feel crowded and tied down. Everything had become mundane. Perhaps we got too comfortable, perhaps we didn't talk enough. I'm not completely sure where the problems lay.

I didn't want to hurt Raz. I'm sorry I did, but we WILL stay friends and I feel like a weight has been lifted. The question is: where and what now?
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Wanna know why there are no spoilers about the Lord of the Rings film in here? It's because we haven't seen it. Not for want of trying. However, it turns out to be a bad idea to go and see the most popular film around on its opening weekend when that weekend is also the weekend before Christmas. Two cinemas showing the film more regularly than hourly and we still couldn't get in. Oh well.

I'm feeling terribly inadequate already, anyway, not having read the books. I'm sure several people I know would be aghast to discover this, so don't tell 'em I said anything.

Chances are I won't be around much online until after Christmas now, so have a good one, merry, happy, joyous etc etc

Weird Week

Nov. 19th, 2001 12:17 am
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It's been an odd few days. Last time you heard from me was before I got busy packing and organising myself for Novacon.

Novacon was wonderful. I spent time with acquaintances and turned them into friends and got to know more face and name combinations. I also picked up a coffee habit and wound up feeling healthier and happier than I have in a good while.

But of course, the drudgery of work came back to haunt me and I've not felt up to anything much over the past couple of days. I've been aiming any writing in directions other than the journal but I thought it was time to get back into it.
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There were no fireworks for us this year. At least, not in the proper, traditional sense of watching a bonfire and seeing the full display. The best we got was those rogue examples that flew high enough over neighbours' houses for us to watch. I'd have liked to go and watch a proper display but we didn't manage it, mainly due to not being a real part of the local community. We don't know anyone and we don't know the familiar names for the local area. There were signs all over the place, flaunting the fact that some place called The Meadows was having a display on Saturday night - but who knows where that is?

So we spent Saturday evening over at Ruddy and Karen's place, just watching TV. Sunday, the highlight of the evening was the televising of Scream 2. And this evening I'm sitting home in front of the computer, pretty much like any other average night.

Since I spend so much time in front of it, I figured I'd take a break from the money-must-be-saved-for-a-house-deposit ethos and spend some cash upgrading it. I'll get to play my few games at a decent speed and also stand a chance of playing new ones that come out. It will give Photoshop and its ilk a much needed boost as well.

Irritable

Nov. 3rd, 2001 11:00 pm
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I don't think I've been very good company today. I've been extremely irritable and restless with no obvious reason. I think perhaps I'm ill. I've had a blocked nose most mornings this week and I've been pretty tired of late.

My regular schedule isn't ideal as it means I get around six hours of sleep but it involves going to bed around midnight and getting up around half six. The getting up isn't flexible, what with the world of work and a the accompanying ugly commute, but I've been taking advantage of the more moveable target of bedtime which has been eleven or so for a lot of this week. And I'm still tired every day. Perhaps it's stress.

Official

Oct. 31st, 2001 09:26 pm
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I've just been looking at my copy of The Official Big Brother 2 Book that I had for my birthday (I make no shameful secret of actually liking Big Brother and can offer a long explanation as to why if anyone's interested). It's reminded me of what "official" means in so many instances. It means "money spinner", it means "gushing praise", it means "inside information you won't find elsewhere so if you're interested you'll buy it". It means inaccuracies because, hey, who cares once the sale is made? It means an individual viewpoint offered as though it were objective fact and it means you have to read between the lines to get the real story.

I'm going back to "Are You Dave Gorman?" until I'm ready to approach BB2 with all that in mind so it doesn't put me off getting to the information between the space-filling gush. *shudder*

Quiet

Oct. 28th, 2001 10:39 pm
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It's quiet right now and I'm feeling pleased with myself. I've tidied the living room (and boy, did it need it) and done twenty minutes on the rowing machine. I always accompany the rowing with loud music because it drowns out the squeak of the machine that probably needs some proper oil and isn't too impressed with WD40. It's perhaps the main time that I listen to music and it adds some enthusiasm to the otherwise mundane task of working myself into a sweat.

Consequently, when I stop and switch off the music everything is quiet and calm. Particularly so tonight. Raz went off to join in the delights of Luigi's mansion again and I decided to stay home to clear up. So it's just the hum of the machines and the quiet clattering of the keyboard. Peace. Ah.

Suko, suko

Oct. 28th, 2001 02:00 am
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We've spent the night over at a friend's playing around with a new Game Cube import. Of course, being an import, the games that come with it are also imports. A good few hours have just completely vanished as we guided Luigi around a mansion in a haunted quest to find Mario. At least, that's what we think is going on, but since 95% of the text is in Japanese it's a bit hard to be sure. The tutuorial was certainly the most bizarre I've ever seen since we had no idea what was going on. Maybe if we knew what "Suko, suko" meant we'd stand a chance as it seems to be the most repeated phrase to date... Somehow before we knew it 9pm had turned into 1.45am and we decided that sleeping might be a good idea.
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A nice glass of baileys is a good way to unwind at the end of a long working day.

Even better, copious amounts of milk added to said baileys make a thinner consistency and a drink that lasts longer.

Anger

Oct. 25th, 2001 09:00 pm
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I had a dentist appointment today. I arrived roughly three minutes late. They refused to see me after keeping me in a queue for a further five minutes. I don't think I've ever been that angry in a public place before and whilst I didn't intentionally slam the door open on the way out, judging by the noise it made, there may well be a dent in the wall.
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