Magic

For the last week or so I’ve been spending a fair bit of time thinking about magic and various tricks with card, coins, pens, etc. This is entirely because of Dan. We ever made a special trip to a magic shop where Dan bought a book that I then remembered I’d bought online many years ago.

I like going through little fads for a few weeks and then doing other stuff. It’s nice to have some variety. I do wish I could stick with one thing for long enough to get really good at it though.

Last night at the pub quiz I did the only magic trick I know how to do with a coin: making it disappear. That’s not some sort of pun based on spending money. I think it went down fairly well with the Fairmont House crew, so that’s good. Also, at one point Aron was holding a pen and he span it around. It’s something that’s been on my list of things to do for quite a long time, right along with winning a pub quiz. Needless to say neither goals were achieved. 🙂

EPIC WIN at the BBC

I got an email about being in the audience for the recording of a TV show called EPIC WIN. I booked two tickets so that Cheryl could come along with me.

The BBC building

The BBC building

I’d never been to a TV recording before, so I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. The evening began with meeting Cheryl at White City tube station near the BBC building. We wandered over to the queue outside the building at about 6pm, and within about 15 minutes we were inside the BBC cafeteria. We queued up in the cafeteria and bought the last remaining baguette to eat between us, some crisps, and some water to take into the studio. One we’d finished eating we queued up a third time to be taken through to the studio.

We were shown to some seats in the smoky studio with hundreds of lights on the ceiling and stars hanging down as part of the set. We sat there for a little while as everyone else found their way to a seat and then the floor manager, Rob, told us that we would be listening to a warm-up guy from Manchester whose name I seem to have forgotten (Carl?). He was pretty camp, and a little bit strange. He was basically Paul O’Grady in pantomime mode. 🙂

We were all told about how to sit and to keep smiling, and to always overreact to everything. If something is remotely funny then give it a big laugh. It was a bit stupid really, but oh well.

The show itself is basically a panel of future celebrity reality TV stars with Alexander Armstrong hosting it. They bring in people from around the country with various talents that are basically useless. The person performs their talent in the form of a challenge. If they succeed then they are an EPIC WINNER, if they fail then they have to leave via the EPIC FAIL door. If they succeed in the challenge the panel rates how much they think the talent is worth from £1 to £1000 each. The contestants are then given a buzzer to press when they think the amount of money their talent is worth is up on the board. If they buzz too early they get less than their talent is worth, if they buzz too late then they get nothing.

One contestant was a butcher who could tell what a meat was only using his feet. The second was a man who could pour a bottle of champagne using a digger (with a special modification added on). The third was a lady who has changed her name to Sharon Johnette Travolta on John Travolta’s birthday and could identify the name of a movie based on John Travolta’s hairline. The fourth and final person was a guy named Robin Wood who used a chainsaw to make cutlery and a bowl out of a tree trunk while also cooking a stir fry…

Pretty weird show. I’m not convinced it’ll be particularly amazing, but I certainly get the impression that it’s the kind of thing you might catch being repeated at 2am after a few drinks and decide to watch. I could be wrong though because I haven’t seen the properly edited version. 🙂

Silverstone

I’ve been a follower of F1 for many years now. I started out watching it at my dad’s house on a Sunday. I grew up with the voices of Murray Walker and Martin Brundle on the weekends. The Chain by Fleetwood Mac always signalled the beginning of next few hours of fun.

I stopped watching F1 for quite a few years after the coverage moved to ITV. I hated having the adverts, I disliked the change of staff. The BBC has got it right in the last few years. I have become a proper fan again. To cement my fandom I have finally attended my first ever race.

6AM has never felt as early as Sunday morning. Cheryl and I had rather stupidly spent the night at a party and only managed to get 4 or 5 hours of sleep before having to get up to catch a train. Parts of the tube were surprisingly busy any shoulders began to ache before we’d even got off the first train thanks to having to stand for the journey.

We arrived at Euston station about 10 to 8. We got the tickets and then sat around waiting for other people to show up. Everyone JonP, Emma, Rachael, and Stephanie showed up at around 8:10 and the train pulled into the station a couple of minutes later. We all got on board and 4 of us went one way and Emma and JonP went the other. Oops.

The train to Northampton is basically the slowest train on the face of the planet. The fact that it was delayed by 20 minutes didn’t help it seem any faster.

When we got to Northampton we decided that a taxi would be better than the shuttle bus. The shuttle bus would come to £14 return for each of us and the taxis would come out to only a little bit more when split 6 ways. The taxi dropped us off just outside an entrance and we were all pleased to finally be in the right place. We all got our tickets out and walked through the gate and we were in!

Silverstone from Vale

Silverstone from Vale

Dave and Hayley were already there so we decided it would make sense to go and meet them at Vale. We walked down along the side of the straight while a Porsche race was going on. There was a brief stop so that people could buy merchandise, and then we carried on to Vale. We picked a place and walked onto the grass. We eventually decided on a place to sit and put our stuff down. Literally 2 seconds later we turned around because Dave and Hayley were calling us from about 5 metres away. Pretty good positioning. 🙂

Cheryl and I set up our chairs and everyone else got settled on the floor. That was when we first noticed that there were spiders and greenfly everywhere! Cheryl was not very happy with this, but there wasn’t really anything we could do about it. At least we weren’t on the floor.

The Red Arrows turned up after a few minutes and performed a pretty awesome show for everyone. I completely failed to get a decent picture of one of the arrows as it flew over, but oh well. Hardly surprising when they’re moving so quickly!

Towards the end of the Red Arrows’ show it began to rain. Cheryl and I moved our seats closer together and huddled under a big umbrella to keep the rain off us. Sadly the umbrella wasn’t quite as wide as both of our seats, so we both had a wet side of the seat to contend with. The rain didn’t last very long, and then the sun came back out and helped dry off the seats, but parts of the track remained wet. JonP was very happy about this.

People generally just stood around chatting or went to buy drinks and stuff like that before the first F1 cars came around. I was expecting them to be a lot louder than they were because of a warning from JonP. Don’t get me wrong, they were very loud, but I think we were quite lucky in our placement. They were loudest after they’d gone through the corners and had moved quite a distance away from us.

The whole race went by pretty quickly for me. It was interesting trying to keep up with what was going on as the cars came by us on the track so we were very pleased that there was a big screen that we could watch to keep apprised of events on other parts of the track.

The best bit of the whole event was watching Hamilton and Massa fighting for position at the very end of the final lap. They went by us side by side and stayed that way as far as we could see until Massa went wide onto the straight to let Hamilton through. The crowd all jumped up and down and cheered. It was pretty awesome. 🙂

After the race the track was opened up to everyone. Cheryl and I stayed with everyone’s bags and jackets while everyone else ran onto the track with the crowd. Some of them came back for their stuff a little while later and we went down onto the track to meet up with the others. It was pretty cool to be standing on a track I remember driving around on so many computer games over the years, and a track where, a few minutes earlier, F1 cars had been driving around at a couple of hundred miles per hour.

The F1 Gang

The F1 Gang

We walked up the new start/finish straight along the new “wing” of Silverstone and had a couple of big group photos taken. We carried on heading towards the after-show events off to the side of the end of the straight. Before we got there Dave and Hayley decided they were going to get going home. I think they were both pretty knackered, and Dave still had blisters from when he was walking around London the weekend before, so more walking seemed like a bad plan for them. Sadly I heard they got stuck in quite a lot of traffic and it took them hours to get home.

The remaining group sat around for a few hours watching bungee jumpers jump from a crane. One man even did it naked, which was… interesting.

We watched David Coulthard up on stage for a little while. He was really funny. A hell of a lot more 18-rated than he is on the BBC!

It began to get cloudy and windy so once the girls had finished eating we all headed over to where the buses and taxis were. At first the taxi driver told us he couldn’t take us, but then he asked if we could pay £50. When we said we could he changed his tune and we all piled into his car.

He spent the first 5 minutes of the drive texting one one of his 3 mobile phones. I was not very impressed by that. If someone is being paid £50 to drive for 20 minutes the least they could do is avoid breaking the law in a dangerous manner while doing so.

We didn’t have a long wait for the train at Northampton station and we managed to get 6 seats together on the train. That’s when things got silly. We were all really tired and so we had a serious case of the giggles. Everything everyone said was funny, and there was usually no reason for it. It was a long journey to Euston station!

Once we’d got to Euston we separated ways with Emma and JonP and went down to the northern line where they somehow caught up with us again and we parted ways with Stephanie and Rachael.

We waited for the train to turn up for a couple of minutes and then a random drunk guy walked through the crowd and stood directly in front of Cheryl at the front of the platform. We didn’t say anything because it’s not worth it. He was rocking backwards and forwards on his feet while he stood there, so we knew he was wasted. The train arrived and he made sure nobody got in front of him. We got ready to get on behind him and as soon as the door opened he put one foot forward and tripped over into the crowded train. He was sprawled out on the ground with his jeans pulled half way down his ass by the trip.

We managed not to laugh, but I caught the eye of some of the other passengers in the carriage and they found it as funny as me. A few seconds later the train set off and the door between carriages came flying open right beside me. Everyone looked at it and then looked at me like I’d done something. Obviously the drunk guy had knocked the handle as he was falling or something. The guy got off at the next stop and the rest of the journey home was very uneventful.

That’s the story of Silverstone!

New house

This is something like the 8000th post on this blog about having moved to a new house. Hopefully it’ll be the last one for quite a while!

Cheryl and I have moved into an awesome new apartment in Canada Water. We’ve got a large amount of stuff sorted now and it’s already starting to feel like home. It makes me happy every time I get home, or wake up in the morning. It’s way more awesome than anywhere I’ve ever lived before, which is reflected in the rent, but oh well. I think I can manage it, and eventually it should get easier.

We’ve still got things to buy to make it better, and things to do with stuff we’ve already bought, but nothing show-stopping.

I’m really looking forward to having some time off work that I can spend in the house when it’s ready. The weekends and evenings just aren’t long enough! 🙂

9 days to go

Towards the end of last week I got a call from Cheryl while I was at work. In an excited voice she told me that the move-in date of June 10th was confirmed!

At 4pm we will get to our new apartment, pick up the keys and be given a tour. Our first look at our new home. I can’t wait!

Every day seems to be taking longer than before we had a definite date, and I just want them to go by instantly so I can get moved in and begin getting everything sorted.

Tim Curry and a ten pound note

Yesterday was the day of the royal wedding. Emma and JonP had organised a bit of an event at their house to celebrate. Cheryl and I headed over there between 10 and 11 in the morning. When we got on the train at Stratford two girls got on behind us and we heard them ask “does this train go to Pudding Mill Lane (nearest stop to Emma and JonP).

We got off the train at that stop, and so did the girls. We all walked along Pudding Mill Lane alongside the Olympic entrance. A guy walked by us on the way.

We got to the entrance of the building and the girls and the guy were at the entrance too. We heard the guy asking the girls if it was George Hudson Tower, but they didn’t know, so we told him that it was and then we all went through the gate together. We all got in the front door together and then all got in the lift together. When we were all in one of the girls pressed the button for the 19th floor. It was at that point that I decided to ask “are we all going to the same place?” Quite surprisingly we were! 🙂

It turned out that we’d briefly met the girls, Vicky and Florence, at a club in London for Florence’s birthday a few weeks before. The guy, Mikey, was a friend of Emma’s but we’d apparently not met before.

JonP had prepared scones with clotted cream and jam for everyone, and there were several bottles of champagne. It felt a bit weird to be drinking before 11am, but it was a celebration.

Another couple of Emma’s friends turned up (Ellie and Jo) a little bit after the rest of us and we had a little wedding party thing going. I wasn’t planning on having anything to do with the royal wedding, so I was quite surprised to find myself watching it on TV all the time. I guess it’s just the kind of spectacle that it’s hard to ignore.

After Prince William and Kate Middleton-William-Arthur-Philip-Louis-Windsor had kissed they were waiting for the flyover by the RAF. JonP kept saying to look out to see if we could see the planes going by the building. A minute or so later JonP spotted them and we all went outside to watch them fly past on their way to the palace. A few seconds later a second set of planes flew by. We went back inside as they reached the palace. It was so weird to see stuff happening knowing how close we were to it. 🙂

People started to leave Emma and JonP’s apartment after a little while and Emma went for a nap. JonP kept drinking the champagne, enjoying the bubbles. He was quite drunk after a while, so we had a rather interesting conversation about politics, immigrations, and various other things (including his “well-fed” girlfriend).

When Emma got up we decided we would go to Jamie’s Italian restaurant in Canary Wharf. We met back up with Ellie and went in. The food there is really delicious and I am sure we will go again.

After dinner we headed to SoHo to enjoy the street party atmosphere. On the way to one of Emma and Ellie’s friends’ houses we walked right past Tim Curry! I made eye contact and realised it was him, but I didn’t want to bother him, so I just walked past and then Cheryl and I turned to each other with a look that said “holy crap, that was Tim Curry leaning on a wall!” He’s the first famous person I’ve seen in London. 😀

Literally about a minute later I was stepping from the pavement into the road and I spotted a £10 note folded up in the road. It was basically the best 60 seconds of the entire day. 😀

The rest of the night was spent drinking in various places around SoHo. The last place we went to was this little basement bar about the size of the cellar at my mum’s house. It had a Staffordshire Bull Terrier walking around the place and lots of posters of boxers, members of the mafia (mafiosa?), and musicians. The music was mostly from the 1950s to the 1970s and it was a really cool place. It cost £1 to get in and 4 drinks came to less than £15 (good compared to everywhere else I’ve been in London).

We managed to catch one of the last tube trains back to St. Paul’s tube station and walked back the rest of the way from there. It was a really good day. 🙂

E.ON and npower suck

I don’t care how stupidly the electricity providers have decided to spell their names any more. I’m more annoyed by spending over 2 hours on the phone to the idiots over a fairly simple problem.

Cheryl, Tsomo, and I moved in here back in September. Cheryl got our meter number from the building manager (they’re locked away in a room downstairs) and gave it to npower after going through the process of swapping with uswitch. We’ve been paying them by direct debit since then without any issues whatsoever.

On the 11th Tsomo answered the door to receive a hand-delivered letter from E.ON addressed simply to “customer”. The letter informed us that we owed them £705.86 plus £30 for the cost of hand-delivering this letter to us. We were all quite surprised by this.

The letter didn’t mention our names at all, so we were a little suspicious of that. It did, however, contain an account number. It was at this point that we remembered that we’d been receiving mail for a Miss Mi and Mr. Gao who used to live here. Among some of the mail we had sent back marked “Not At This Address” were many letters from E.ON. Obviously we didn’t go around opening mail addressed to other people… Until today. We had a letter for Mr. Gao that we hadn’t put back in the letter box, so we decided to open it. Sure enough the account numbers matched.

I called E.ON to explain the situation, and it was very confusing. I got a bunch of details from a lady there who wanted to get the initial meter reading so that she could set up an account and charge us the right amount from the date we moved in. At this point it seemed like npower would just be able to give us a refund or whatever. Then I began to think of why we switched from E.ON in the first place. npower was cheaper, so why should we have to go with E.ON?

I called npower and explained the situation again. The lady there told me that it seemed there were two entries for our address in the national database. E.ON were charging us (or Mr. Gao) for one and npower were charging us for the other. There were two different meter numbers even though we’d only ever given npower the same one E.ON claimed to be the provider of.

My conversation with npower ended with the lady telling me that the account had been frozen for now and that there would be an investigation into the mix-up and that they would be back in touch with us on the 13th… of JULY! By that point I don’t think any of us will actually be living here any more, so I explained that, but it didn’t seem to interest her very much.

I called E.ON again to explain that there were 2 entries in the database, and to make sure that they wouldn’t cut us off or fit a prepayment meter for the time being. Sadly I got through to a different person because the first lady I spoke to had gone home or something. I explained the situation again (third time) and the new lady did some more investigating and gave me two supplier numbers and told me that I needed to call the National Grid, find out which one was being provided by E.ON and cancel it.

She gave me a number for National Grid. I called it and got a very unpleasant response from the lady who answered. E.ON had given me the gas leak emergency number. The lady hung up, and I felt a bit angry.

I called E.ON for the third time and explained the situation briefly. The third lady there gave me a different number to call National Grid on. It was half way through the automated part of this second call to National Grid that I realised they only deal with gas meters. I hung up before wasting any more of their time and called E.ON for the fourth time.

A guy answered the phone and I had to explain the entire situation again (third time to E.ON, fourth time total) and then he put me on hold to do his own investigating. He told me that the problem was because the previous tenant hadn’t closed their account or paid their bill before they left. He asked if I could try to get a forwarding address for Mr. Gao from the landlord/letting agency. I highly doubt he left one with them when there are £700 bills waiting for him, but we’ll see.

Thanks a fucking bunch Mr. Gao. You appear to have vanished from the flat without paying your debts, and in doing so you have wasted hours of my time. You absolute bastard. I hope you keep in mind that now you’ve caused lots of stress and several hours of my life I will think nothing of devoting a few more hours to finding you, tracking you down, and punching you in the face (or reporting you to the police, E.ON, your bank where you have an unpaid overdraft, and any other interesting places who are still sending you mail that I will now be reading).

Dick.

Birthdays

I guess I know I’m getting old because for the last few days I’ve been forgetting it’s almost my birthday. Today, in fact, I have had the occasional message come as a bit of a surprise. I’m 27 now, and that’s scarily close to 30. *shudder*

One thing I’ve noticed more and more over the last few years is that birthdays have changed. I remember many birthdays when family members came to visit, or called if they couldn’t make it, and “happy birthday” was the first thing someone said to you when you met them.

So far today I have had 2 people say happy birthday to me in person. Len and Tsomo were both there and awake after midnight last night, so they said happy birthday to me. Since then I have received somewhere in the region of 18 posts on my Facebook wall, 6 people have sent me a text, 3 random companies have sent me an email because I’ve entered my DOB on their sites in the past, but nobody has said anything to me in person. It’s very strange.

I guess it could just be because I’m at work, I live quite far from almost everyone I know, and I haven’t arranged any sort of birthday celebration… That’s probably a large part of it, but I still think Facebook and mobile phones have a large part to play in it.

Cheryl’s gone to London, 1700th post

Cheryl set off for London earlier this afternoon. It seems quite strange. So far I’ve spent most of the time at my mum’s house so it’s not really had much chance to sink in, but I’m sure it will when I wake up tomorrow, and when I get back from work and stuff.

I guess all that’s left now is a few more weeks of work, and a whole bunch of packing/moving and I’ll be off to London too. Then only a few weeks after that we’ll get to move everything once again and end up in the new house in Canada Water. I really can’t wait for that.

This is the 1700th post to my blog since I started it back in January 2003. That’s quite a lot of writing. A fairly big history to be able to go back and read. It’s mostly only interesting to me though. 🙂

I’ve been aiming to blog a bit more over the last week or so. I kinda got out of the habit some time in the last couple of years. I seem to have written a bunch of entries about programming and stuff. Those will probably carry on, but I would also quite like to go back to using my blog how I used to when it started.

Things changing

This morning I hugged a very sleepy Cheryl before I left the flat as I have done 5 days a week for the last few months. It wasn’t until I was half way to work that I realised it’s probably the last time I’ll do that.

On Sunday Cheryl is leaving for London and her new job. I will be heading down there in about 4 weeks, so we will be together again fairly soon, but Cheryl will be getting up to go to work at around the same time as me. It’s weird when something like that changes. It really drives home how big the upcoming changes are.

I remember writing a fairly similar (but more emo) entry about a similar thing almost 6 years ago.

I am looking forward to all the new things, but it’s very easy to get distracted by all the old things.