Thinking man's violin

Fromt the Simpsons

Krusty: My little girl's sharp as a tack. I tried the "got your nose" bit on her, didn't fool her or a second!
Homer: My uncle still has my nose.
Krusty: Now look, Sophie, I know you think your daddy's perfect...
Sophie: No, I don't.
Krusty:...but I did a bad thing. I lost your violin in a poker game.
Sophie: You what?!
Krusty: But, don't worry! I got you an even better one!
Sophie: This is a ukulele.
Krusty: Yeah, the thinking man's violin!

A theatre of dreams

Now there is the Azteca Stadium, Mexico city scene of Pele'’s last sparks of invention on the world stage, a final glimpse of the old Jules Rimet Cup and Maradona'’s famous goals.

Maybe the mythical Santiago Bernabau Stadium and its regal owners, Real Madrid, an institution which in 2000 was recognised by FIFA as the Club of the Century.

Some may suggest the San Siro - or to give its official name, the Giuseppe Meazza Stadium - a proud footballing shrine for both the Nerazzuri (Internazionale) and Rossoneri (AC Milan).

But of course discerning football fans all know that the only place to be on a Saturday afternoon is the cauldron that is the County Ground Swindon. Jairzinho who?

Swindon 3 Grimsby 0

Mobile Clubbing

Wasn't expecting this ....

Mobile Clubbing
Mobile clubbing Report
Mobile Clubbing Pics on flickr
Bleeding Daily Mail

As I Walked Out One October Morning

Laurie Lee is an English poet and author who is famous for writing the now mandatory 6th form text "Cider with Rosie". My favorite book of his is "As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning" where he ups and leaves his Gloucestershire village in the 1930s and walks to London and then to Spain. He leaves with only a few clothes, some treacle biscuits and some cheese; oh and violin. What a guy.

Better still he arrives in a just pre civil war Spain only knowing the phrase "Can I have a drink of water".

Anyhow, he is buried not far from Spug Acres in his home village of Slad. His last wish was to buried half way between the church and his local pub: The Woolpack. I visited his grave on Sunday and bought Betty the dog a pint of Old Spot at the Woolpack in his honour.

The Woolpack is an ace little english pub with a bar not much larger than a normal living room. My friend Rubbery Chaploe and I have decided to get drunk there one rainy afternoon and then read poetry at Laurie Lee's grave. We may even cry.

Global Authoring Practices for the Mobile Web

Developing for the mobile web both in Java ME and for mobile browsers is a tough old gig and not for the faint hearted. Before you waste any money on "Develop a mobile ecommerce site in 21 minutes in you pyjamas in the dark" read this:

Global Authoring Practices for the Mobile Web

14 Types of Programmers

I am a loving the 14 types of programmers ...

1 Tired Ones
2 Ones that like shiny things
3 Those that blog
4 Lazy ones
5 Venerable Ancients
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Momo London - October 2nd, 2006th

Up at the Momo in London. Groovy browsers from Opera; sensible stuff from Little Springs Design and pragmatic can-do stuff from Bango. All good, but the mobile world still moves awfully slowly.

The big deal is that most people don't know the mobile internet is there; if they do they think it is really expensive and quite often when they try to access it, it just doesn't work.

Flat rate data access is the key, in mine and most of the speakers opinions. There are some examples of this at the moment in t-mobile and vodafone Germany, but still a long way off.

Sigh.