Sorry my blog is looking a bit patchy at the moment. I’ve just moved it to a new Virtual Private Server because the last place was dire: the server was down more than up, and they managed to lose loads of my files when they fucked up a backup. It’s running just peachy at the moment as far as speed is concerned. I’m just getting over the teething problems of DNS and adjusting file permissions.

Your patience is appreciated!

We’re off to Wales.

We’d talked about it. We’d talked all around it. Talk is cheap. Just like the cottage that we’re renting.

It was settled over a Sunday roast at Pete’s place. We decided not to dwell too much on it because the more we thought on, the more we’d come to realise that hurling ourselves down the Welsh mountainsides on a bike is not really a sane activity for a cold, wet winter weekend.

I know it’s going to hurt. It did the last time I did it a few years ago now, and that was when I was really fit. Fortunately, I don’t smoke and lead an active lifestyle so it should be a tolerable pain. After covering thirty-two miles this Sunday and being able to get up and walk with nothing than a slight case of jelly-legs, I’ll do fine. I hope the others can say the same.

The whole of my side of Salford experienced a power-cut on Tuesday night. I’ve not been in one of those since I was a little kid – it was quite exciting! I quickly got over the brief annoyance that it had just killed my computer half way through an installation of Windoze and ran out into the foyer of my building. So did everyone else.

All of the security doors popped open, as they were just held open by magnets, nothing more. Take the electricity away and “click” – you can go anywhere. So I did! I grabbed my camera and my tripod and headed for the roof. I knew the opportunity would come along sooner or later if I was patient.