31 December 2017

What does the internet know about you?

Snip below from MapMyWalk showing a short walk I did a while back. What caught my eye was the ad below it – was this random, or targeted in some way? Does what the internet can gleam about me suggest that I might be the type of person who wets the bed?


Also, this suggested list from a Google search. All I'd done was type in the letter ‘w’, for heaven’s sake. Does the internet think, based on my age, that the first suggested item is the kind of thing I'll be interested in? I can't now remember what I was searching for information on, but it certainly wasn't that.


In a similar vein, I had a recommendation pop up for this app. FFS. Assume TENA Lady products will be next.

Rundown of October

After passing M140 (Introducing statistics) with a distinction (hurrah), started M248 (Analysing data) in October. It’s a level 2 stats module so a step up from M140. So far it’s interesting, but indeed quite challenging. Will need to adopt a more constructive attitude than I did with MST124, e.g. as in this interaction with a practice quiz question earlier this year:


Have been having fun with the Duolingo language learning app to revise/learn some Dutch. Bart seemed unimpressed with my admission that Ik spreek geen Nederlands was about all I could say in the language. Charmed to see from this that it’s an enlightened sort of app:


Went on a ‘Heidi Plus Advanced’ training day on the 12th at Imparando (UK) Ltd, located way out on Commercial Road. Quite a trek. Learned that the excellent Dan Kidd is leaving HESA shortly, which is a shame.


Ordered myself a new table and chairs (‘Jerry’ chairs and ‘Lance’ table) from Habitat and, more surprisingly, managed to assemble it by myself over the course of a weekend in MK. Love it so far. Pretty easy to assemble though the table top was quite heavy.


Boxes

Finished product

Advertised the old set on the Wolverton Park Facebook group and, very conveniently, a young couple from a few doors down wanted it and duly came along to relieve me of it. How’s that for karma?


Managed to make Book Group again in October, this time at Lesley's house to discuss Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Most of us had liked it, apart from Helen, who thought that the boy Oskar wasn't plausibly autistic (not that autism is ever actually mentioned in the book) before going on to say that people on the autistic spectrum annoy her anyway, a view apparently influenced by watching The Bridge.

Booked the afternoon off on Tuesday 31st to meet up with Ray for some Samhain celebration. We started by going over to Furzton Lake and having a walk around. It was a grey day, as the photo suggests, but we collected some berries and autumn leaves for my seasonal display.

Furzton Lake

Took a detour at Ray’s request to walk around some of the perimeter of the National Bowl. Not really sure what the story of this venue is – it has apparently hosted some big names in the past, but these days has a distinctly abandoned air. As if to underline this, a rat ran across in front of the entrance gates shortly after I’d taken the photo below.

The National Bowl entrance

Rusty-looking perimeter fence

We later had dinner at my flat and lit candles for friends and relatives who have died - we did this last year and have adopted it as being quite a nice little ritual.


OU noticeboard again. This gets straight to the point:


Also OU noticeboard. So, are naughty steps like a thing that you can buy?

23 December 2017

Miscellany


Important to mention, I feel, that this picture of short-lived 1980s band Kajagoogoo has been adorning one of the whiteboards in Bart’s and my office for a month or so. Can’t remember now quite how they cropped up in conversation with Matt, but I must have confessed I’d been a fan at the time of their biggest hit ‘Too Shy’. In my defence, I was 14 and Smash Hits was adorned with their photos at the time. Following this conversation, Matt printed out this picture for me on the office colour printer, no doubt using more than his fair allocation of toner.



Given the brief window of fame enjoyed by Kajagoogoo, it’s been interesting to note which colleagues coming into the office have actually known who they are – it’s noticeably been people in a fairly narrow age range of approximately mid-forties to early fifties.

Learned from Matt that bass player Nick Beggs actually went on to have quite a respectable career as a rock guitarist. Unsure what Limahl has been up to since The NeverEnding Story, but according to Wikipedia, he's "openly gay", the shameless sod.


While sorting out a mess of paperwork this week prior to the Christmas break, I came across various party leaflets from June’s general election. So, the election, eh. Being on the electoral register in two constituencies, due to whole dual-living shebang, enabled me to spot the subtly top-down approach to the Conservative party’s pre-election publicity on this occasion. Couldn’t decide whether to be amused that it was thought necessary to emphasise to the public – and perhaps to the MPs themselves – that each Tory candidate really did support the PM, honestly.


In the event, Rob Wilson lost his Reading East seat to Labour’s Matt Rodda, which I was pleased about, less on account of anything to do with Rodda – though he has been around in Reading for a while so perhaps deserves a go – than because Rob Wilson supported remaining in the EU prior to the referendum, and promptly switched his allegiance to Leave afterwards, under the guise of “we must heed the will of the people”, or some such b*ll*cks, even though Reading was pro-Remain by 58% to 42%.
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Politics leads me laterally onto a memory of hearing Conservative MP and Chairman of the 1922 Committee Graham Brady announced on Radio 4 a while back, prompting me to check if he was the same chap who was in my college at Durham in the late 1980s. Indeed he was. We weren’t personally acquainted but Brady stood out rather, already looking like a Tory MP even at 20 – indeed, he looks remarkably similar now judging by the images that a Google search brings up.

Recalling others among the slew of posh people at St Aidan’s: my first year roommate Astrid Salvesen was the daughter of a golf course architect and former captain of the Royal & Ancient Golf Club, and the enigmatic (i.e. I fancied her) Anna Bonas, who roomed on the corridor below me with her soft blonde hair and hosted dinner parties in the cramped college kitchens, is apparently the cousin of Prince Harry’s ex Cressida (though Cressida must be a good deal younger) and according to this, gave her surname to the Oliver Bonas chain of womenswear and accessories shops.

Going a bit further back, I was at school with chick-lit author Fiona Walker, whom I remember as being a pleasant girl even if she did once get out of running the 1500 metres by breaking into sobs partway round the course. I haven’t yet read any of her books but have been meaning to read one just to see what it’s like. (More famously, the lovely Lucy Worsley also went to St Bart's, but as she wasn’t in my year I can’t really count her.)

1 Image from http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-36616028.

Walk from Monsal Head, 6.95 miles

7 October

Yes, we drove for two hours each way to do a seven-mile walk. Well, I didn’t, Galina did. But the point stands.

My colleague Rebecca, who was one of the ‘OU Pretty Things’ team that did the BHF walk in May, announced her intention a few months ago of setting herself a Three Peaks challenge over the next year – not the actual Three Peaks Challenge as that’s a bit mental, but doing Snowdon, Ben Nevis and Scafell Pike over the course of the year. With that in mind, she’d suggested doing a walk further afield in order to get some practice at steeper climbs and had suggested either the Brecon Beacons or the Peak District. As the Peaks (or the south Peaks, at any rate) are a shorter drive from Milton Keynes, we plumped for that. Rebecca’s original (probably quite sensible) plan had been to drive up the evening before and stay over, but several of the others indicated that they’d prefer to do it in a day, so that was what we did in the end. Galina volunteered her family’s people carrier and we all met at the Milton Keynes Coachway at 7:00 am on the chosen Saturday, and piled in.

On arrival we parked at the Monsal Head car park and walked down to the floor of Monsal Dale, pausing for photos by the River Wye (one of several, seemingly).

Sara, Galina, Hai, Matt and me [Rebecca taking photo]

Lunch
Steep climb up to Brushfield Hough. Briefly crossed the Wye for the second time in Millers Dale to visit Litton Mill, which I’m sure I remember learning about in school as being an example of some pretty ghastly working conditions. It’s now converted into accommodation. We paused here for lunch, along with another group of walkers.

Briefly crossed over the Monsal Trail, which apparently used to carry the Manchester, Buxton, Matlock and Midland Junction Railway. Quite a mouthful, but it must have been a scenic route.

Monsal Trail

We had a quick look into Litton Tunnel - the trail continues through the tunnel, but Rebecca elected to go up and over, using what one walk blogger I found termed "an exhilarating path clinging to the bank of the valley" (sorry, I'd reference you if I could find the article again). It was indeed quite exhilarating, though the others with cooler heads than mine didn't seem too bothered by it. Here we are heading to peruse Litton Tunnel; the start of the 'up and over' path can be seen on the left. The second photo, taken by Rebecca, shows us making our way along the path - the figure at the rear is me having a quick sit down to gather myself.






We finished the walk by crossing the viaduct and returning to Monsal Head, where we went for tea and cake in Hobb's Café.

View from the viaduct

Tea

Interesting walk with some great views, though some quite strenuous bits in parts (for my level of fitness, at least). Bit of a drizzly day.

Took the opportunity on this walk to try out the Buff I'd recently bought on Dave's recommendation, after the blustery Chilterns experience in previous post. It indeed proved quite useful.

Map and elevation below:


20 December 2017

Walk in the Chilterns, 8.6 miles

10 September

Weekend walk with Matt and Rebecca from work. It was a route Rebecca had evidently walked before, but new to me. We took the train to Tring and walked from the station towards the village of Aldbury, taking a footpath towards Pitstone Hill. Diverted a short way to visit Ivinghoe Beacon, the eastern end of the Ridgeway. It was a blustery day, as evidenced by this selfie I took. Great views though.

Rebecca and Matt on Ivinghoe Beacon


We returned via some woodland belonging to the Ashridge Estate, taking in the Bridgewater Monument, where we queued briefly for the café before giving it up as a bad job. We walked back to Aldbury and had a drink in The Greyhound before getting the train back to MK.

Map and elevation from MapMyWalk below. The northern tip of the map was the diversion to Ivinghoe Beacon.



19 December 2017

Rundown of September

Started September by booking two cottages at the Low Briery park near Keswick for a family holiday next April. Hurrah. Lake District here we come. Don't think I've been since we had a family week there in 2005, which seems a long time really. On that holiday it rained quite a lot and Hannah and I spent quite a bit of time watching episodes of Dallas on DVD.

Booked the day off on Friday 1st for a day out with Mum and Hannah in London to see the Giacometti exhibition at Tate Modern. Mum and Dad had stayed overnight in London the night before and seemed to have enjoyed themselves, things only being marred by Dad wearing some ill-advised sharp shoes that had given him blisters. He was off to the Geological Society on the Friday; Mum, Hannah and I met near the Millennium Bridge where Mum lightened her own bag by offloading a jar of crab apple jelly onto each of us. Mum had also evidently been accosted by some people filming an ad for Galaxy chocolate, and been given several free bars.

The exhibition was crowded but interesting. After taking this selfie in the turbine hall we went for lunch at a nearby Carluccio’s, after which Hannah left us to go and see a friend elsewhere in London and Mum and I walked around for a bit, having a look at the new extension from the outside.

Went over to Gail and Rob's house on Saturday 3rd for little Emily's second birthday tea party. Small gathering of only us plus Rob's nice father Brian. Emily is an outrageously cute child with a mop of blonde hair. Amused to see that she is now speaking a few words, including "More icing, Dad".

As part of ongoing quest to find a suitable hearth, or a piece of stone that could be fashioned into a hearth, I drove Ruth out to a stone merchants’ near Basingstoke on the afternoon of the 8th. We stopped off at The Vyne on the way to have lunch and make some use of our National Trust cards. Had a walk around the walled garden which had a gorgeous bed of pompom dahlias. The house is under scaffolding at the moment as there seems to be a major roof project underway.



Then found our way to stoneCIRCLE where Ruth spent some time in the yard browsing offcuts, seemingly mainly from kitchen worktops. Some discussion with the saleswoman followed but we didn’t end up actually ordering anything.



Managed to mess up our visit to the London 'Open House' weekend this year, entirely through not being sufficiently organised. Firstly, we were too lazy to stir ourselves on the Saturday morning and postponed our visit to the Sunday, thereby missing the chance to view Goldfinger's Haggerston School in Hackney, which I had been interested in seeing. When we arrived at Reading station on the Sunday morning, it turned out there were no trains running between Reading and Paddington because of line works, so we had to travel in to Waterloo instead, which, if you're unlucky (we were) takes almost three times as long.

On arrival, we headed over to Regent's Park to visit the Royal College of Physicians, though on arrival we discovered that the building is actually open to the public most days throughout the year. We signed up for a tour of the building and gardens, which was quite interesting though the tour guide was a bit over-theatrical for my taste.



We then took the bus to Hackney intending to see a few things there, but lost some enthusiasm after an interminable circa 24-stop bus journey. Queued for a while to see a wooden eco-house whose name I've forgotten, behind a bickering family of four whose bickering then descended into a brawl between the father and his teenage son. We went off the whole idea after that and took the bus back to Islington, where we had beer and crisps in The York. We should have focused on one borough and a handful of properties within easy reach of each other, but we never quite seem to manage to do that.

On the following Monday, my colleague Galina saw fit to share that she'd managed to visit four Open House properties with her daughter, in between taking her son to the junior parkrun and seeing a show. Some people are just made of sterner stuff.

On the 22nd we hosted Book Group at the house, to discuss Ruth's book choice 'Exposure' by Helen Dunmore. Quite an easy read; background of Cold War, spies etc. Of the four regular attendees who might have come, two were away but Ali and Lesley managed to make it. Ruth had tackled a new recipe involving halloumi-stuffed meatballs in a chermoula sauce - the preparation involved some ridiculously middle-class bleating over the phone about how the Caversham Waitrose were out of chermoula. Luckily I did an emergency chermoula run to the bigger MK Waitrose and managed to get some. We served polenta as an accompaniment, which I'd only attempted to prepare once before and been slightly bemused by. It was OK. By the following day it had become a shiny bouncy lump as per the photo. We marvelled at it for a while, prodding it at intervals. I eventually cut off a couple of slices and fried them as a dinner accompaniment - OK but I can't say I'd go a long way to seek it out.


Ray came up to MK to visit me on the 27th and we went for dinner again at the Antep Kitchen over the road from Tesco. Busy and humming, as per the last time.

Went down to Abergavenny the last weekend in September, stopping on the way at Westbury Court Garden, to make yet more use of our NT cards. I'd located it on the map as being reasonably conveniently located en route - the blurb claims it's the finest example of a
Dutch-style water garden in the country. It turned out to be a small place (euphemism for the fact that it didn't have a tea room, which we were a bit disappointed about, though I think the lady at the admissions hut might have been selling KitKats) but it's a dear little formal garden with some eye-catching planting.

Cone-shaped trees
One of the canals
Prettiness
Reputedly the oldest evergreen oak in England