Germany Bans Small People

Well Person anyway.

I don't get it

I've joined FaceBook and, well, I don't get it.

I think I've set everything up alright; but I really don't understand why you'd bother. Anyway, I'm gonna give it a go. I might find it a really usefull tool, or I might not - or someone might tell me why.

I'm also annoyed 'cause I don't appear to be able to import this blog into it. No understanding as to why. If someone (Allie) could assit me with that it'd be great.

Arggh That Hurts _ !Really!

So I was at a weekend away for the GB medical team.

It was good; met up with some people I hadn't seen for a while, drank played games, chatted etc.

Part of this event was to make up mock caz scenarios; I was pretending to have a broken leg/entrapment type thing going on.

Anyway that isn't important. What is important is that while I was lying under the table pretending to have a broken leg a little bit of grit fell in my eye. So I ended up actually having a scratched eyeball!

So I provided a bit of training for my colleagues, which is nice.

Fine now. BTW.

Don't do disks!

Don't do disks!
Originally uploaded by stewils.

New Bike Stuff

As pointed out by everyone on the Easter holiday I had worn down my brake pads so far you couldn't see that there had ever been grooves or even pads nearly. Which isn't considered to be a good thing.

This meant the installation of new pads (after I got back from hols and had risked life and limb whilst there), which was carried out by Mr Smith, who rightly commented on how shit and hard to set up my brakes were. And that my levers didn't seem to work too good. This is all very true - the lever bit being at least in part from when I rode straight into the the corner of my garden wall having forgotten to do up the brakes one day. The brunt of the impact was taken by the lever body deforming it not a little and preventing the lever clicking back far enough and the brake disengaging properly.

Anyway, it was decided (and vetted by the boss) that I must have new brakes, levers etc. etc. I now have these. And they are lovely. They are a pair of Avid Arch Rivals with SD7 levers, and they stop you very quickly, if that's what you want. They also stop you very slowly if need be - you just have to remember that you don't need to squeeze the bejesus out of the levers anymore.

I'm telling you 1. cause I can't think of anything better to tell you at the mo' and 2. because when Mr Smith renewed the brakes on his bike (and generally tweaked them) and Ste subsequently borrowed the bike Ste managed to do a kinda evil Knievel somersault over the handlebars, whilst moving at slow speed on a clear piece of freshly tarmaced road. Apparently he gently squeezed the brakes and the front wheel locked up. Muppit.

So Ste, consider yourself warned.

Still Poorly

So, as previously mentioned I have a cold, and still I have a cold. Which I think it is unfair as I first started with the thing on Monday last. Admittedly, I can now just about function like a human being, but a coughing spluttering one.

Whining aside, Did speak to the chimney engineer dude. Very helpful, but still no closer to having a chimney that works really. We need someone to nod their head and say "yes, do it" officially, as it were. Takes a long time to get a nod on occasion. In other house related news; well there isn't any really. Architect got back in touch just as I was about to phone her and say 'erm, hows things going you haven't emigrated or died of the plague or anything have you' (this is no comment on the current architect, or her level of communication; merely a general distrust profession). And the wiring continues to grow down the walls of my house like some kinda grey trailing ivy whose roots appear and curl up into little loops every now and then.

And my nephew (edit for getting the relationship right) has chicken pox - which means my sons will no doubt have the pox in a couple of weeks also. So that's something to look forward to ain't it.

Speaking of the smallest; went to visit my dad at the weekend on his boat. Didn't go anywhere stayed moored. But my tiny son still managed to fall backwards head first into the canal between the boat and the pontoon. Given that he is only 2 it was more than a little scary. Luckily my dad managed to grab his ankle and haul him out of the canal before there were any great ill effects. But it made the rest of the visit more than a little stressful for everyone as they kept a constant watch on him; he not being one to learn form his mistakes.

Well I guess that'll do for now. I've gotta get dressed and go and see Horrible Histories at the theatre. More later.