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QotD: Shaken not stirred
What's your favorite drink or cocktail? What's in it?
Question submitted by charm.vox.com
Whisky. With nothing in it.
Ok, I might be prepared to put it on ice when it's this hot.
Scottish whiskey for choice.
Irish whiskey for quantity drinking.
American whiskey for lighting the BBQ.
Other whiskies for stripping paint.
QotD: Midway Through
What's one thing that you hope to do or accomplish before the end of this year?
Finish redeveloping the flat, sell it and be living outside the M25 by Christmas.
And I don't just hope to do this; I need to do this.
Science and Faith
I don't often blog about my faith any more, but with all the hoo-hah about Bush and stem cells, I would just like to repeat a quote I think is central to my world view as a Christian:
"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind."
Albert Einstein
Bit Warm
As I was driving to Heathrow last night to pick up a couple of friends, my car indicated that the temperature had hit 36°C. Ouch. The Evening Standard confirmed it later: the hottest recorded day in London.
Luckily, perhaps, our friends live in Florida, and are used to far worse than the worst London offers us.
(I was going to post this last night, but Flickr was "having a massage". And we all know what that euphemism means…)
QotD: Celebrational Muppetational!
Who is your favorite Muppet? Why?
QotD submitted by knitwitology.vox.com.
It has to be Kermit the Frog. Waaaay back in the early 90s, when I was editing a student magazine, we had a chart on the wall comparing each member of staff to a muppet. I was, of course, Kermit: the good natured, but over-stressed guy at the heart of the production, trying to keep his eccentric team focused and directed.
And rarely succeeding.
The amusing thing is that the wonderful woman who is now my wife was nicknamed Miss Piggy by her family when she was much, much younger…
Away from the centre
It's the little, subtle things that tell you that you've moved away from the centre of London. Today, for example, I popped to Sutton Post Office to post some eBay and Amazon sales to the their buyers.
When I arrived the queue was about 10 people long. "Phew," I thought. "Nice and quick."
That was Central London Adam talking. Maybe I was lulled into a delusion by the fact I'm still within the M25, but it caught me with surpirse when each of those 10 people was served with a leisurely care that would have done Suffolk proud.
I have a little adjusting still to do.
Join Vox (part deux)
I've just received an invitation to join Vox.
It must be from when I signed up as "interested" months ago.
Heh.