I was lucky enough to be
dragged up brought up in Sheffield, located on the edge of the Peak District National Park. All the benefits of the city with the countryside right on your doorstep. Hashtag winning.
As kids, we used to cycle up to Redmires Dams (not actually in the National Park, but ever so close) and enjoy the fresh air and the views (and ride down the unused dam overflow conduits).
We never had quadcopters though. Whoever took this image has a quadcopter, and s/he has captured an amazing image of the three dams and the view down to Sheffield city centre.
This is high class dronery – the sort of thing I aspire to produce. I don’t know who took it (very happy to attribute and adulate if anyone knows), but it’s amazing.
Given the tools now at my disposal, the only obstacle I face is (the lack of) my own ability.
It’s a large obstacle, but it’s one I intend to be able to adequately fly over at some point*.
* please note: terms and conditions apply | no time scale has been set for this project | results may vary | it would help if this fecking wind stopped blowing | watch this space
What’s your favourite beer? I did a post about the plethora of local microbreweries that have sprung up recently and the damage that their desire for individuality and uniqueness is doing to the taste of their product. I are not a fan of that beer.
But now there are two different, new beer products on the market.
Beer products that I had never heard of before:
I had to do some rudimentary research, and it seems that Graft Beer falls into three distinct types:
a) Beer which has taken an awful lot of hard work to create.
b) Corrupt beer corrupt practices used to secure illicit advantages or gains in politics or business, or
c) Beer which is applied to the skin after a burn injury to replace damage flesh and stimulate regrowth.
Daught Beer (also pronounced with a sharp, Yorkshire ‘a’) is foolish, ridiculous beer.
If you drink enough Daught Beer, you will also become foolish and ridiculous. In that way, Daught Beer is very much like every other sort of beer.
Both Graft Beer and Daught Beer are available from 11:00 til late at the Twisted Fork in L’Agulhas.
I have waxed lyrical about Bergen
several many times on here. And here we go again.
Remember Faded by (Bergen-based producer) Alan Walker? Well, then came the “acoustic version” of that track, documented here.
After that came the follow up, Alone. It featured here, not just because of the jaunty EDM beats within, but also because everyone was on their way to Bergen. Now, there’s an acoustic version of Alone, too.
It’s called Alone (Restrung):
Once again, there is a mad rush with everyone trying to get to Bergen, but this time there’s a FPV shot of some of those individuals (having arrived bang on time, I’ll bet) leaving the local railway station.
And that’s significant in that there’s one of those round, poster billboard things (they must have a real name, but I don’t know what it is) in shot across the road.
That round, poster billboard things is the very one that my partner in crime and I – fuelled by expensive beer, cocktails and whale meat – may have liberated an a-ha concert poster from on our final night in the city.
You’ll want to run through to 2:29 to see it. Or you could just look at this helpfully annotated screenshot below:
Oh, the memories! Such a carefree time of alleged poster borrowing and general liberty. (Sadly, we were cruelly reminded of the crushing reality of our return to South Africa the following morning when we passed a beagle while walking down Kaigaten moments later, but that’s beside the point.)
Some weeks are good weeks.
Some weeks are less good.
How was your week this week?
I’m now rating my weeks in terms of wine bottle size. It does have its drawbacks – maybe you just want to drink more to celebrate some superb news. But generally – recently – it seems to have been more about trying to forget the disaster of the previous five days and the fact that there are another five looming ominously on the horizon.
So, how was your week?
I had a complete Salmanazar.
Yes, I spotted the spelling error on “Balthazar”, as well. “Bathazar” refers to the amount of wine required to fill up an average-sized household bath. It’s considerably more than 12 litres.
But then the bubbly people had to make life difficult, didn’t they?
Yeah – be careful when buying a Jéroboam of fizz – lest you get 33.3% less liquid than you expected with your bored-ducks (I think that’s how it’s pronounced) wines.
Also, that errant decimal point before the 187 ml on the “Piccolo” line does seem to suggest that you’re literally going to get a drop of grape juice.
Look, this all just goes to show why simple science is the way forward. Give me a number, give me an SI unit and we’re good to go. No confusion here.
Just enough wine to forget that week that was.
Note to family:
Under no circumstances must Colin be allowed to see this video.
Quite aside from the chances of horrendous damage to the piano and the god-awful noise, our beagle would turn in its metaphorical grave upon seeing the title of this video.
“Buddy Mercury”? Really?
The dog’s name is Buddy, but you couldn’t think of a better choice of musical individual to put in the title than
Freddy “Buddy” Mercury*?
If only there had been an actual famous musical star with the first name Buddy.
Then you could have used that name instead and it would have been ever so much better.
* I take this back unreservedly if the annoyingly-voiced lady recording this is called Mrs Mercury, obviously.