Weekend but one

As you may have guessed, last weekend was pretty much scratched. As such, I thought I'd talk about the weekend before that instead (now that I'm fully recovered).

Sally and I went to Bradford. Yes, sunny, romantic Bradford!! *ahem*

Ok, ok, who in their right minds would go to Bradford for the heck of it? We went to the National Museum of Photography, Film and Television (here). And pretty good it was too. We went to the IMAX cinema, which is one of those huge, curved screens that shows 3D films. We ended up seeing an educational one about life at the bottom of the sea, but "wow" was it good. Is this the future, or is it just too damn expensive?

It felt like you were really there - and I'm not just saying that. The credits an inch from your nose, it was full-in-the-face even as it started. Copepods right in front of you, I even made to push a fish away from me once when it seems to be getting a little too close for comfort. Possibly as close as I'll ever get to going down into the deep Atlantic in a diving bell (the most annoying part of that being that two American PhD students managed it. The jammy you-know-whats). Anyway, good fun. If you're passing through Bradford, give it a whirl. But perhaps don't go there especially...

PS. How come students always come knocking at lunchtime. They may be free, but that's because it's LUNCHTIME. Why do they never assume that we're having lunch ourselves??

Down but not out

Oh dear.

I was going to update this Blog on Monday but it got so hectic, I never had the chance. Then came Tuesday and a poor selction of things to eat in the Union building. I chose the Pork Stroganoff/rice - not my usual type of choice.

Oh dear x2.

I knew that something was up when I got the *gurgles* half way through it. About two hours later I was in a lot of pain. About an hour after that, I did something I've never done before - end my workshop early - as I was NOT WELL well. I was violently ill on Tuesday night - almost enough to make me miss Battlestar Galactica on Sky One - and since then, I've eaten nothing in 48hrs. Actually, that's a lie. I've just eaten a bowl of soup (Leek and Potato). And it's hurting. Which is weird since I feel much better today. :-(

Happy New Year Everybody!!

Yep, it's 2006.

And I'm back in Hull and trying to get some work done. As you may have guessed, I backed up a few days before Christmas and went back to York. From there - after a few tasteful pressies on Christmas Day itself - in was on to Sally in Huddersfield, and then the two of us off down to Twickenham to see in the New Year with my old school friends Alex and Julian. A good time had by all. The food was plentiful, the drink was everywhere, and sooner or later, I think I'll have to come up with a good New Year resolution. You know, like get a long-term job somewhere, not just deal in short-term contracts. Get a little bit fitter, write a best-selling book and make my fortune, that sort of thing.

Until pigs fly, I wish you all luck with yours. :-)

Happy New Year everyone (belatedly).