Remember those days before the world wide web, before social media when we were… well, actually social. We could sit in the same room with someone and chat with them in person rather than via Facebook or Twitter?
I appreciate social media and Skype, living here in the East Neuk of Fife which St Rule regarded as the western ends of the world. It helps me keep in touch, which is better than nothing. But I do love getting together with my friends in real life, which doesn’t happen as much as I’d like.
During this extended period of recuperation from viral meningitis, I have loved spending more time with Jane, Reuben, Joshua and Isaac. Long may that continue.
While I don’t think we’re a generation of idiots, I do think we need to put down our phones a little more often, step out from behind our computer monitors, and engage with the world face-to-face.
Today has been a lovely, if exhausting day packed with friends, family and a lot of laughs. A few highlights:
Waking up at 06:30 and spending an hour in the cuddly company of a very smiley Isaac.
Washing the car with Reuben and Joshua. There I was on my knees washing a wheel when all of a sudden Reuben’s face appeared round the car. “He he he he!” he laughed before soaking me in the face with the hose.
Joshua finished washing the gas meter box (a project instigated at his own initiative), stood back and said “Well, that looks lovely!”
A walk to the pig farm to the east of Cellardyke with Reuben, Joshua, Isaac, Jane and friends Joy and Dusty, during which Reuben and Joshua spent most of their time throwing stones into a rock pool (see photo above).
Dinner and chat with friends.
I love my children, my wife and my friends. I’d better get to bed: I’m on child-minding duties tomorrow morning again.
On Friday I took the train down to Manchester, caught up with my good friend from my National Youth Choir of Great Britain days Danny Curtis and the following morning at pointlessly-early-o’clock (I got up at 04:15 BST) we caught a KLM flight to Luxembourg via Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam.
We were en route to Luxembourg to celebrate our former NYCGB colleague Jonny Grocock’s 40th birthday and the baptism of his daughter at the Anglican Church of Luxembourg.
Having done my homework online before we flew out I knew that we needed to get the number 16 bus from Luxembourg airport into the city of Luxembourg, alighting at Royal Boulevard, and that it would cost a very reasonable €1.50 (approx. £1.30).
We arrived in Luxembourg around 11:00, and thanks to Google Maps and my GPS-enabled mobile phone (HTC HD2) we were able to find the Anglican Church of Luxembourg very easily.
Venue found we went in search of lunch.
And demonstrating just how cosmopolitan and European we are we ended up at McDonalds Place d’Armes. My first McDonalds in about six or seven years.
We returned to the Anglican Church of Luxembourg in time and Jonny’s daughter was duly baptised … by the wife of one of my former tutors at TISEC (theological college), as it turned out.
What fun! Danny, Jonny and his brother Richard and I enjoyed renditions of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody and a song by Take That!
…and back again
Getting up pointlessly-early was becoming a habit. We closed our eyes around 23:30 (CET) and my alarm made me literally leap out of bed at 03:15 CET / 02:15 BST.
Having been in Luxembourg for only about 20 hours we caught the 06:20 plane back to Schiphol and then back to Manchester.
I then caught trains back to Cupar in Fife, via changes at York and Edinburgh. And despite having seats booked on the Manchester-York and York-Edinburgh trains I had to stand all the way back because the trains were either too overcrowded and I couldn’t actually reach my seat or because someone was already sitting in my seat.
The first seat was occupied by a man holding a baby and I didn’t have the heart to turf him out of it. The second seat was at first unreachable but by the time the carriage had cleared sufficiently the temperature in the carriage was so unbearable that it was preferable to stand in the area between carriages next to an open window.
All in all that was a great weekend with three great friends. Such a shame it couldn’t have been longer.
Around 10:00 we set off (in the rain) to Edinburgh (in the rain) to visit Edinburgh Zoo (in the rain). But what a great day (in the rain).
The first time I visited Edinburgh zoo I was in primary 3, so probably about 6 or 7 years old. The last time I visited was for a funeral tea for a former member of the zoological society. So this was my third visit.
I already knew quite a bit about zoos because I’ve listened to The Mighty Boosh on the radio. Unfortunately, Edinburgh zoo is disappointingly not like Bob Fossil’s Funworld, so I did feel a little out of my depth as it turned out.
First up we saw the sea lions (not seals, those are different) which I explained to Reuben and Joshua look a bit like cats (cos they’ve got whiskers) that live in the sea.
Next up: flamingos. I explained to Reuben and Joshua that flamingos are a bit like pink cats, who stand on one leg. After an introductory talk by someone from the zoo’s education centre he invited questions from the public. Jonny had a question: what do they taste like?
Further up the hill we passed what I thought was an emu. I ignored the ’emu’, he used to scare me with his pink windmill nonsense. Emus aren’t like cats.
The next talk we heard was about lemurs which I explained to Reuben and Joshua looked a bit like cats.
Reuben and Joshua don’t have a very wide experience of animals so I was trying to relate these new, exotic animals to something they do know about.
Before heading to the picnic area we saw a Malaysia sun bear. My Mum used to have a bear in Malaysia. No word of a lie. I think she called him Joey.
We then had lunch.
It’s nice that there’s a section of the zoo set aside for people to bring their own picnics. It reminds me of a restaurant I visited recently that had a section set aside for diners to leave their pets.
The highlight of lunch had to be that Jonny ate a Club biscuit. The lowlight was discovering that 500 ml bottles of Coca Cola cost £1.30 at the zoo.
Thundercats and a revelation
After lunch we climbed the hill to discover the giant cats: a leopard, a tiger, a jaguar, another one that I can’t remember, and another one that I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t think of an animal that Reuben and Joshua know about to compare the leopard, tiger and jaguar to.
I also learned at that point to run a zoo all you need really is a very large estate and cages with photographs of animals on them.
If the accompanying text also informs visitors that this particular animal is quite shy which explains why you might not catch sight of them then you don’t even have to go to what must be the troubling expense of actually buying the animals.
So Jonny, his son and I started to think about the kind of zoo that we could realistically open. It contained cages with — amongst other things — plasma TVs, paperclips, a chest of drawers and sticks.
We went to look for lions but found gibbons. The rain started to pour down so the gibbons took refuge in a custom-built cave-like shelter. We took shelter under a custom-built shelter-like shelter. And then for a moment I wondered if it was us who was sheltering so that we could watch the gibbons, or whether the gibbons were sheltering so that they could watch us.
I then remembered that we had chocolate biscuits in my rucksack and forgot all about the gibbons.
Penguins and monkeys
We trotted down the hill again towards the penguins enclosure for the Penguin Parade. The parade didn’t happen, for some reason, but we did watch a few small penguins feeding. They eat fish.
The monkey house provided more shelter from the rain and plenty of entertainment. Did you know that monkeys … actually, I didn’t learn anything new about monkeys because I spent most of my time in there trying to prevent Reuben from poking a baby in a pram. Or stealing my glasses.
And that was our visit to the zoo today. Tomorrow I go back to work.
By the recent photographs of my study in various states of disarray you probably know by now that I’m in the process of reorganising a few rooms in our house.
And by now you probably also know the reason why I’m doing it, judging by the recent scan of a 12 weeks and 3 days old baby currently gestating in my wife’s tummy.
Yes, we need to make room for another minor human some time in late January 2011. So, I’m downsizing some of my … well, stuff, while Jane’s tummy is … well, I guess upsizing.
(She doesn’t read my blog, so don’t worry about that last sentence.)
In my study I have two PCs. One is on my desk, the other is on Jane’s desk/our-old-dining-room-table. One gets used almost every day, the other gets used only when Valley Boy Rich comes to visit, to play Battlefield 2 over the network.
But the time has finally arrived for my trusty Nethighstreet PC (MSI K7N2 Delta, 2.8 GHz Athlon CPU, 2GB RAM, Creative X-Fi soundcard) to be retired to the PC graveyard that is either Freecycle or eBay (I haven’t quite decided yet). Which obviously leaves us one PC down for our mildly regular death-matches.
Can you run it?
So there I was thinking, if only there was some way of discovering whether Battlefield 2 will run on my laptop when I discovered Can you run it? from System Requirements Lab.