Month: January 2009

  • Dopplr 2008

    I have been amusing myself over the past year with Web 2.0 darling Dopplr.com – essentially a set of tools to help plan, track, analyse and prod your travel, and allow you to see where fellow travelly friends are likely to be. It has taken quite some time to find anyone I know that uses it, but it has slowly grown into a nice thing that I believe has some potential, with a similar amount of interaction and intensity as Linked-In. This is actually an advantage in my view – I have a suspicion sites like Facebook that demand your everyday and immediate attention will fade as quickly as they appear. But I might be drastically wrong about that.


    My raumzeitgeist. Whatever that means.

    Along with the ‘social’ aspects of the site, it has some nice tools to make you feel guilty about the amount of carbon you are using (about 7500 kg for me in 2008 – oops!) and one or two fun toys, as you can see. We’ll see how it goes, but do connect to me if you can find me.

  • Wells Next-The-Sea


    Hiking in the bleeding cold weather on the north coast of East Anglia.

    I am presently sitting in a heavy haze of jet lag with the rain coming down outside in the way that only Taiwan can muster. Got back after rather a long night flight from London yesterday and have been battling e-mail demons all day (mostly slain, I might add). Felt I needed to find a little time to write up the marvelous weekend I had in Wells Next-The-Sea (what a quaint name) with the folks and newly wed sis and bruv-in-law.

    I’ll battle through the bleary vision and sausage fingers and say – great Christmas, and just what I needed to recharge the old batteries. 2009 ho!


    Cold air but beautiful skies.


    Norfolk is quite flat. A somewhat refreshing change from the mountains and hustle & bustle of Taiwan. For a wee while.


    My delightful sister.


    My old man.


    Will he make it?!


    Little rascals.


    The sun sets on 2008, and I am looking forward to what 2009 will bring – truly.

  • Happy New Year

    A belated new year to you, beloved reader.

    I don’t know about you, but Phil and I managed to find ourselves at an exceptionally gay, techno-cabaret night at London’s Cargo club. It was a riot, but 6′ 6″ hairy, mulletted men in leotards dancing cabaret for the bells was a little more ‘alternative’ than I had expected as a start for 2009. Down the pub next year, then.


    ‘Voulez vous couchez avec moi, ce soir?’ ‘No thank you, kind sir.’