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It was nice to see my intuition confirmed yet again last night; indeed, the reason why I hadn't heard of the film '300' before all my friends started raving about it is because it's not very good. Do we start by complaining about the beach that magically became a cliff? The longbows that could fire arrows about half a mile? The lengthy explanation that Spartans fight in a phalanx, only for that formation to be abandoned after a mere minute for almost the entire duration of the battle? How about the fact that most of the Persians seemed to be of African or South American origin? Or the cringeworthy speeches about fighting for liberty and freedom ~~and the American way~~? The unnecessary sex scene? The dire lack of anything resembling a decent line of dialogue that wasn't taken straight from the legend anyway?

Nothing else to report.

Current Mood: amused

I need a TV licence. For my international friends unfamiliar with the concept, we in Britain pay a tax for the privilege of watching television. Getting one used to be quite simple - go to the Post Office, fill in a form, pay your money, all done.

This year, for some unknown reason, the system changed so that you can no longer do it in Post Offices, but instead have to find a shop with 'PayPoint' facilities. There are slightly fewer PayPoint outlets than Post Offices (16,000 vs. 17,500), and while almost everybody on the island knows where their nearest Post Office is, few could probably name their closest PayPoint operator. Given that the presence of a PayPoint machine is typically only noted by a sticker on the door, often obscured by a myriad of other stickers, this isn't surprising.

So, with the deadline for my licence approaching, I was lucky enough to find a PayPoint place near work today. 'Do I just have to fill in a form?' I ask. No, the lady says, write down your address and home phone number on this notepad here, and I'll key it into the machine for you. Okay, I think, a little low-tech, but it should work. Then there's a bit of wrangling over the phone number, because I do not have a home phone number but the lady insists that she will be asked for one. I give my mobile number and hope for the best.

At least 5 minutes later, which is how long it takes to send the details through apparently, not counting the failed attempt because she couldn't read my handwriting, she tells me that it's coming up with the wrong address. I point out that it's come up with someone else, perhaps because it didn't recognise my address. She insists it's me, since it has my flat number on it. I point out that the entire road has flat numbers along it, and that having the same first initial as this man does not mean that it is actually me, especially since the second name is somewhat different. In the end, we agree to cancel the application and I walk out, 15 minutes of my life wasted and no tv licence.

Aaaaargh.

Apparently this move to giving us an inferior service will save the BBC £100m over six years. That's £16.6m a year, or approximately 69 pence per licensed household. 15 minutes of my time however is worth about 4x that much. Worse still, I only use the television maybe 5 or 6 times a year, so I'll be paying about £20 for each programme I watch. Isn't life grand!

(EDIT - 'relocalised' post to en-GB rather than en-US...)

Current Mood: irritated

Started new job today; didn't die or anything, which is good.

Got home and heard Nine Inch Nails coming from my neighbour across the corridor, which presumably means I'm not entirely surrounded by trendies as I had previously feared. Hot water has been restored to my place too, after an absence of 3 days, so for that I am grateful.

Went out tonight, and the place was virtually empty of people I know, but full of loads of other randoms, which is good. Both the DJ and the guy-on-door addressed me by name as I was leaving, which was surprising. I guess the DJ has me as a friend on MySpace and might have remembered me from there. And the guy on the door might just remember when I came in last week and had my legion of fans screaming "Ben! Ben! Ben!" as I was queuing to pay. I wish I was making that up, too.

Anyone know a 'free-role-721' at hotmail 'dot' com? I've been MSN-added by them and I have no idea who it is. Why didn't MSN implement ICQ's adding system, where you can send a message with the request? Duh. I bet half of you heathens don't even know what ICQ is. Bah.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Agalloch - "Ashes Against The Grain"

I had my first modelling assignment today. A couple of girls stopped me in the street and asked if I'd pose for a photo - ostensibly for an art project though I have my doubts about their sincerity - while holding a sign and striking some sort of clichéd metal pose. After trying (and failing) to rope 3 passing friends into participating, I agreed and did the deed. What the hell, eh?

I bought a new strap for my guitar. I figure that if the fucker won't stay above horizontal without me having to haul it upright, there's no chance of me being able to play it properly.

Last night they had 2 rooms open at the student rock night, which meant a greater variety of music being played, but which also meant me missing the first half of 'Punish My Heaven' by Dark Tranquillity due to being in the wrong room. Unlucky. 2 doses of At The Gates and 1 of Amon Amarth made up for that however.

2 weeks to the release of the new Daylight Dies album. Woo! And the new Katatonia album which I'm less concerned about. I will be somewhat disappointed and more than a little surprised if they don't do a European tour together this summer.

I am a bit amused that the first riffs of this Hypocrisy song sound like Judas Priest. As does the screaming 3m50 into the song. I think

_arnamentia_ might regret lending me this album after such comparisons.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Hypocrisy - Selfinflicted Overload

Ouch, my head.

Last night was the party at

gloomie_cookie and

lost_in_moose's place. Despite seeming to be well out in the middle of nowhere, plenty of people trekked out there for an event that started slow but got completely mad by the time I left. I'm not sure that allowing

vampiric_monkey to provide me with mixed alcohol of indeterminate origin was a good idea, and I definitely don't think that several of us climbing onto the extension's roof at 1am was particularly sensible either, although the latter did amuse the masses gathered on the driveway below, including

fiendil and

ninja_andy_p. I am covered in a myriad of little cuts and bruises, only some of which can be attributed to when Chris (a) threw me to the rough and wet floor on the rooftop, and (b) pushed me over so I ended up lying in the road on the way home. I also seem to vaguely recollect playing the first 2 bars of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' on

lost_in_moose's guitar, before someone forcibly stopped me, and singing some Evanescence song with Chris just before we left, wishing someone would forcibly stop me.

We got home at about 5am, and I finally got out of bed at 4pm, having tried and failed to do so on several earlier occasions due to feeling incredibly sick any time I moved. It's all good now though.

Other notable events of late include me getting Linux working again, though this did involve upgrading to Mandriva Linux 2006, and then fooling around with single-user mode to install new graphics drivers, as otherwise it would just lock up solid during the start up procedure. That's pretty lame considering I have a generic NVidia card, but there you go. Still, it works now and even my soundcard is supported by this release, so I was quickly able to load up Noatun and enjoy the fruits of

njaard's labour. Maybe one day I'll look into fixing the spectrum analyzer on that thing.

I also went home to visit the family the other day, for a few hours at least. That was largely painless although spending 4 hours on the trains and an hour in Sheffield (home of several good and several bad memories) wasted most of the day. Mother is going completely the wrong way about training the doberman/rottweiler cross we have, Sister is helping her look after the children that Brother is not very capable of looking after (and who were liberated from Brother's ex-partner by the social services). Chaos.

On a more amusing note however, it was interesting to observe the different approaches taken by the train conductors in different parts of the country when announcing a pending stop:

Nottinghamshire: "Your next station stop will be Beeston. If you're leaving the train here, thank you for travelling with Central Trains. Please ensure you gather all your personal belongings, and mind the gap between the train and the platform edge. Beeston will be your next station stop."

Yorkshire: "Anyone for Meadow'all... we're 'ere."

Current Mood: pensive

... gets posted this morning, as I didn't have internet access last night.

"You are advised NOT to drink alcohol with this medicine", it says.
"Fuck that", I say.
I've been drunk for the last 3 nights running, with no adverse affects. In fact, these pills are actually good in that they stop me needing to get up at 4:30am to visit the bathroom after a night out. Bonus.

Highlight of tonight: singing along to The Offspring's "The Kids Aren't Alright" with Jos, while

jen_whitewave and

_arnamentia_ were trying very hard to pretend they don't know who we are. It was also good to see Diane again, who I was introducing as 'Jen's friend', until she poked me, reminding me that she was actually my friend.

I am having trouble focusing on the screen. This may be my body's subtle way of telling me that it's time for bed.

And that was yesterday. Today I have been reading, playing the computer game I installed the other day, mixing music, spending too much money at Sainsburys on stuff I could get 25% cheaper at Tescos, and am about to go out, before coming back in preparation for another long week at work. Boooooring.

Next weekend, I will probably be going to see My Dying Bride, but if so it will almost certainly be at Bradford, rather than at London. Apologies to

goffburd,

scarlett1313,

drusilla_filth, et al.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Swallow The Sun - "Descending Winters"

Took the day off on Thursday. But I was feeling fine by the afternoon so I went into the local record store on the off-chance of them having the latest Swallow The Sun album. I get in there, and the first thing I see, at the front of the rack, is that very album. I like it when life is simple.

Went to the doctor on Friday evening, after my 'triumphant' return to work. He thinks my head pain is likely caused by a misfiring nerve, so he prescribed me antidepressants to reduce the nerve response somewhat. This is funny because I've resisted advice from various people to go on antidepressants in the past when I've been less than happy, and now I end up on them despite being cheerier now than I have been for years. Ace.

After the doctor visit, I had to quickly change and head out on this coach trip to Birmingham which was quite fun, although I was in no mood for the usual school trip style shenanighans in my tired state, leading me to sit near the front of the coach and try to rest a bit on the way there. Once there, much good music was played and many suspect moments were captured on video camera for eternity. Anywhere that plays Hammerfall, Sonata Arctica, and Bruce Dickinson gets a thumbs up in my book. My glow in the dark t-shirt also allowed me to stealthily venture into the goth/ebm room briefly without attracting undue attention, whereupon I realised that the DJs were playing a very safe set, given that I recognised half the tracks and I don't even go to those nights. The trip home was uneventful and I got back at a very reasonable 4am or so.

Of late I've been buying lots of cds, mainly at £5 each (which is very good for the UK). Current playlist:
Swallow The Sun - 'Ghosts of Loss'
Morgion - 'Cloaked By Ages, Crowned In Earth'
Mourning Beloveth - 'A Murderous Circus'

I also bought Tristania's 'World Of Glass' but it's a bit crap compared to the above three. And I acquired an Esoteric album that I may never listen to a second time.

This evening we supposedly have a band practice. This should be funny.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Swallow The Sun - "Ghost Of Laura Palmer"

Yes, life gets still more complicated, yet strangely I find myself not caring so much.

Onwards. What kind of highly-qualified professor would write, "submit thro me plse."? My old course leader from uni, that's who. He sent an email out to me and my friend Matt telling us, "Here is the website for the Games conf in France 28-30 Nov, Deadline is 15 October." Basically he wants us to rewrite our dissertations as 20 minute conference talks. Since (a) there are severe problems with my dissertation that would need addressing, (b) I don't have nearly enough time, and (c) I think I'd rather cut off a finger or two than give a talk in front of 100 doctors and professors and PhD students, I won't be submitting anything this year.

The weekend was good fun, although I somehow managed to be hungover all day Sunday. This may have been something to do with whatever I was doing that

yourapocalypse saw fit to term 'watching thedarkproject be all northern with his cider'...

This week, I have to go out lots, again, plus go to work, and finish writing this damn song that has been my nemesis for some weeks now. The new amp is working nicely, though it's arguably too loud for home use!

And, that's all.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: some odd classical/industrial/metal medley from Chris's room

Life is even more complicated than it was a few days ago, without me having done anything! Impressive.

Anyway. Yesterday evening was mad, as I was dragged from pub to club and back again with

jen_whitewave,

ashette, or both. With the students back in town, everything is busy again. This is good as it helps keep me from boredom.

Today, I bought a shiny guitar amplifier. Ben Moody - formerly of Evanescence - endorses it, so it must be good, right? *cough* Anyway, it is loud, and this I like. What was not good, was having to carry it the 3/4 of a mile between work and the train station. My biceps have probably doubled in size from that exertion.

Most of my friends are out seeing Arcturus tonight, but I am at home, because I have some taste. ;) No good gigs coming up for me, unless I buy a Motorhead ticket purely to see the support act, In Flames.

Oh, and while we're on the subject of bands, here's a message to the so-called 'metal' bands of today: CUT OUT THE EMO CHORUSES. You don't need them, and nobody likes them except 14 year old girls and probably

yourapocalypse. If you do feel the need to 'sing', don't layer 3 harmonies as if you were The Offspring covering a Def Leppard B-side, and try to sing through your mouth rather than your nose. This means you, Bullet For My Valentine. And you, Trivium. Tell your friends.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Moonsorrow - Jumalten Kaupunki/Tuhatvuotinen perintö

Just an abridged entry this, as I am short on time.

Yesterday was the Bloodstock indoor event, where I got to see Season's End, SuidAkrA, After Forever, Amon Amarth, and Within Temptation. Amon Amarth were great, as expected. The rest were good, although I tired of After Forever and Within Temptation after a few songs. There were a few other bands who played but the line-up was not so great this year. I ignored Cathedral on the second stage and that seems to have been a wise decision, since nobody seemed too impressed with them. Other stuff on the second stage seemed to range from utterly generic emo-metalcore (shouty thrash verses, nasal harmony chorus, you know the sound) to quirky prog rock, with nothing decent in between.

I spent most of the day tagging along with

x_louise_x, Doug, and Jos, and managed to also run into others including

tinker_goth,

conspiracychild's friend Rick (sporting his Martian camouflage trousers), and

nailwork with

trailsofgore, the latter two of whom I thank again for getting the Still It Cries CD to me. Matthias of SuidAkrA and Still It Cries had lovingly brought a cd over from Germany for me, but we couldn't find each other after he'd played his set, despite him being a short-haired white-wearing German in a venue full of long-haired black-wearing British people. (Probably because he stayed backstage drinking, duh.) If you're reading this Matthias, sorry I didn't meet you, but thanks for the cd! (And the great performance.)

Unfortunately the railway website had given me misleading times for the train so I left the venue early to catch a train that did not exist. Therefore I headed back to the venue to loiter outside with various people for a bit, while waiting for a bus home.

Other highlights were few and far between, but one of them was probably when

x_louise_x started wearing underwear on her head, and still managed to look good. Another might have been the random conversation with Jos as we were waiting to leave, regarding painting walls with babies. Yes, it was that bad.

More thrilling news from me once I have this dissertation handed in.

Current Mood: busy

The great thing about the autumn in Britain, is that it's uncompromisingly timely. Almost every September the 1st without fail, you will look out of the window on the morning and see cold mist. This is in stark opposition to summer, which sometimes arrives as much as a year late.

Speaking of which, I've spent the summer alternating between wasting my time doing nothing of use, and putting in the hours to the drudgery that is work.

Sounds like a metaphor for my life, actually.

Moving swiftly on...

Biased reporting?
White people 'find' things in New Orleans:
http://news.yahoo.com/photo/050830/photos_ts_afp/050830071810_shxwaoma_photo1
Black people 'loot' things from New Orleans:
http://news.yahoo.com/photo/050830/480/ladm10208301530
(UPDATE: Yahoo have commented and apologised for this here: http://news.yahoo.com/page/photostatement.)

In general, I found the reporting of the hurricane quite interesting. I was telling people on Monday night that New Orleans might be submerged by morning. The next day, the news websites and papers were saying New Orleans was ok because the hurricane went east to Mississippi. Then on Wednesday, oops, actually it's underwater and maybe over a thousand people have died. Slight mistake.

I'm actually enjoying writing up my dissertation, although I don't really have enough hours left to finish it in. It's gonna be a grand panic on Sunday as I print it off and bind it, I expect. Anybody know anywhere local that will be open on Sunday for that sort of thing?

I went out yesterday to the Aussie theme pub's rock night.

ultrapenguin would have fit right in, I'm sure. I don't remember any of the music but I do remember cool things on the video screens, such as the Amon Hen battle from Fellowship of the Ring. There's something about long-haired men killing things with swords that makes me want to... be a long-haired man killing things with a sword.

Social agenda for the near future: Bloodstock indoor festival on Saturday (Amon Amarth!), probably Oz-Rock again on Wednesday, and metal night at Rock City on Thursday. Anything else I should be aware of?

(PS. What were the chances of me getting 2 separate uses of the word 'Amon' into one post, and them both being relevant?)

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack - Howard Shore

Apparently teenage binge drinking is one of the problems in Britain today. Youths consuming so much alcohol that they can barely walk, stumbling around only to puke in a corner or pick a fight with a passing stranger.

Which brings me nicely to my friend Allan's 19th birthday celebrations last night. Half the population of Nottingham showed up to help him enjoy the event and probably half of that half bought him a drink, too. Which is why he was throwing up in the club toilets at 11:30pm. It is also why - after waiting a fair while for him to sober up, it must be said - we bundled him onto an ambulance at 1am, much to the amusement of the attending paramedics, one of whom asked, "Aren't you supposed to do this for your 18th?". Poor lad. Waiting around with him at the end scuppered my chance of getting a proper night's sleep before work, but hey, a birthday comes but once a year and all that.

Apart from that, it was good to see people out and about, and I was able to harass a wide variety of people, even if half the interesting ones did arrive as I was leaving! Hopefully I will find time to get out of the house again tomorrow evening, dissertation allowing. I got 6 pages done of that yesterday afternoon, and have about 30 pages to go. Fun, fun. I shall post an extract at some point so that you can all marvel at the quality of the content. Or something.

In other news, I need to buy a Bloodstock ticket today (to see Within Temptation, Amon Amarth, Suidakra, After Forever, and Cathedral), and get hold of language learning materials. I think I am gonna go for German, if only so I can pronounce Darkseed lyrics authentically. Ist es das was Ihr wollt oder nicht versteht, indeed.

And while typing out this message, Allan sent me a text message to let me know he's alive. Always nice to have a happy ending!

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Darkseed - Ultimate Darkness

Recent (un)events:

Thursday, I was out at the monthly metal night, which was quite well attended despite the students being out of town. I had a reasonably decent time, talked to quite a few people, and left slightly early before it had a chance to get less enjoyable. Twas good to see the return of people who'd disappeared off to other countries for a while: you know who you are.

Friday, I went with

jen_whitewave to see Viking Phil's band, who weren't bad. Not much else to report really, except that it was unusual to see him without a bottle of beer in each hand.

Saturday:
- morning found me spending more time with

jen_whitewave who is probably sick of me by now, as we headed up to partake of Sweden's finest non-musical export, Ikea. I didn't actually buy anything of significance as I was just there to 'test' the beds as it were and keep Jen company.
- evening saw me in an almost desolate White Hart pub with Jen again, later to be joined by Reena and

fiendil before I relocated to Rock City. There I chatted with various people, was thanked on two separate occasions by Phil for attending his gig, and eventually met up with

killerrrcocopop who kept me company until it was time to walk her home.

Today, I bought a kettle, constructed a wardrobe, and rearranged my bedroom. How domestic. Luckily this was punctuated by a brief spell on Time Crisis II, where I found out that I am better with a gun than I would have thought. I did end up shooting the wrong guy a little more than I'd liked, however. Perhaps there's a future career for me in the Metropolitan Police.

On a different note, I've found myself recently in the interesting position of having people ask me when we (myself and housemate Chris) are holding a party. I've had at least 4 people ask me about it, and some have asked him too, when we haven't even decided for certain yet. I'm not quite sure why people are so eager to come round and ~~trash our house~~ enjoy our hospitality, but I'm not complaining at the popularity.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Draconian - Arcane Rain Fell

Recipe for amusement:

One new mainstream 'rock' night at an Australian theme bar;
One slightly clueless DJ, to whom 'rock' means alternating between his Black Sabbath and Rage Against The Machine albums;
One friend with an 'At The Gates' cd.

Needless to say, the assorted mundanes scattered around the venue were slightly bemused at the barrage of white noise from the speakers and the rockers on the dancefloor, er, 'rocking out'.

The chance of us getting any requests played next week: vastly diminished.

Current Mood: impressed

A relatively short update - given all that's occurred - as I'm on borrowed (read: work's) time.

Friday: Spent all evening packing: missed house party. Boo.

Saturday: Spent all day moving house: missed Tony's gig and going out. Boooooo.

Sunday: Finally, some fun! Yay. This involved myself,

tinker_goth,

killerrrcocopop, and 6 other individuals who, for the sake of this entry, I'll call Allan, Doug, Jos, Joe, Tom, and Raggy, mainly because those are their names. We drove down to Birmingham, got horrendously rained on, lost money in the parking meter which broke under the strain of our plentiful coinage, saw the queue for the event was long, and went to the pub for a drink instead. While in there I was given a flyer by a girl who had contacted me on Yahoo Messenger only last week largely on the basis that my picture was cute, yet she didn't seem to recognise me in person. As I tell everyone, the pictures I put online are flattering. :)

Anyway, afterwards we came out to wait in the queue which had barely moved, and got horrendously rained upon for a second time. We got into the venue just in time to see the latter half of Season's End last song. Then, some boring bands (Intense, Dragonland), before the decent ones (Epica, Finntroll, Norther - who were way too high on the bill) and the headliners, Sonata Arctica, who were as entertaining as ever, despite the absence of 'Wolf and Raven' and 'Full Moon'. Epica were also very good but I got the impression that the pretty singer gets 2 or 3 marriage proposals daily, judging by her overly confident posing onstage. I narrowly avoided having to talk to her when the band passed me outside the venue, and I presumably looked like a deer caught in headlights. No idea what I would have said anyway; I probably would have just proposed or something.

Anyway, after it was all over, there was a pleasant car journey home in the dark accompanied by the soothing strains of Paradise Lost's 'Icon' in the cd player. ("Put Paradise Lost on. Everyone likes Paradise Lost.")

Monday: I went into one of these nice little New Age shops on my neverending quest for a new pendant-cum-choker. (Advice for the unwary: don't Google for 'cum' to check what it means in Latin. Especially do not do this on work's computers. I would never make this mistake, obviously, but I thought I'd warn anyone else. Anyway, it means 'with'. Trust me on this one.) I saw some nice runic pendants, and went for a closer look. The first one was a 'B'. I pushed it aside and saw that the next one was an 'R'. Behind that, was one emblazoned with an 'S'. My own initials, written in the runes. With about 16 runes in the series, what are the chances of the first three being BRS? (About one in four thousand.) What does this omen portend? Anyway, the next and final pendant hanging on the rack behind the S, bore an 'X'. Mysterious.

This afternoon I get to move all my stuff across to the other side of town, which will be 'fun'. I missed the party last night due to having way too much to sort out before moving today, which did not please me mightily. I hope to make up for it by getting out of the house this evening and tomorrow.

I won't have home internet access for anything between 3 days and a couple of weeks depending on how many strings can be pulled at the phone/broadband company. So, if you have anything to tell me, now's the time!

Before I lose internet access however, I must find myself a decent sample of a splash cymbal. This is because our drummer has told me he hasn't got a splash, so I must therefore fill my next composition full of them to annoy him. :)

(PS. Do any of the geeks out there know about the bandwidth throttling capabilities (on a per-IP or MAC number basis) of cheaply priced wireless routers? I will probably need one in the new place...)

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: Bruce Dickinson - "Abduction"

It's too hot for, well, anything. It's 32C/90F in my room, at 11pm. I picked up the guitar for the first time in just over two weeks today, having not touched it during my week of illness or the last week. You might not think playing guitar is a strenuous activity but I'd only been going for about 15 minutes before I was on the verge of dehydrating. Ace. I'd probably be dead if I played drums.

I got an email from the head of my course at university, and one of the questions is "remind me who your project supervisor is again?" How do I remind him that he is actually my supervisor, without (a) making him look stupid, and (b) without making me look like I should have had more regular contact with him? What a mini-dilemma. On the other hand, I checked up on my timetable and I have almost 2 months to the day in which to do the project, so that shouldn't be a problem.

On a totally different note - and one I wouldn't usually comment upon - every so often I'm reminded of how much better the 80s and early 90s were in terms of television. I know people have a tendency to remember the positive aspects and forget the dross, leading to an inflated opinion of the past, but there was a lot of good stuff back then. I'm mainly thinking of programmes like Twin Peaks, Northern Exposure, early seasons of the X-Files, Blackadder Goes Forth, Star Trek TNG, even Beavis and Butthead. I'm gonna throw repeats of M*A*S*H in there too, even though that's cheating really. And does anyone remember the children's programme 'The Odyssey'? That was weird. (As an aside, it's quite scary to look through lists of classic shows and see that some of my memories of them are perhaps 20 years old, such as with Hill St. Blues or Taxi.) These days I maybe watch tv for an hour a week, since the deluge of 'reality' TV and home improvement tends to drown out everything else. Yesterday was a pleasant exception though, with the completely mismatched double bill of Red Dust, a sad depiction of the end of apartheid in South Africa and some of the implications, and Mad Max, which surely needs no introduction.

And to abruptly jump topics again, I've been programming in Visual Basic recently. Visual Basic is to computer programming as ebonics is to English. The more VB I use, the more ineffectual and worthless it seems. Don't go near it, folks. Python is the only true programming language.

Wait! There's more. Google Maps UK launched recently. Or at least the satellite part did. Or maybe I'm just making it all up. Anyway, it's a shame the satellite detail is poor in most parts: I live roughly here, for example. Some areas like Loughborough and London have the high-definition satellite imagery though.

(PS. http://local.google.co.uk is very cool too.)

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