Thursday, 6 December 2007

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

What's the only thing worse than a lawyer?


Could it be a politician?

Walk home (Part 2)

So tonight I walked home over London Bridge after meeting a few friends for a drink. This building/home (pictured), which is right on the Thames on the NW corner of London Bridge itself, always looks fantastic at night (because of the massive ballroom - you can catch a glimpse of the chandeliers through the top right window). Snapped this photo with my phone. Although I suspect this is actually a guild hall, or even a proper business of some sort, I can't work out what it is using the internet.

Saturday, 3 November 2007

Testate



Ok, I'm putting up this picture for no particular reason. I like my local shops - the grocer, butcher and baker (no - there isn't a candlestick maker, but the florist and funeral director seem to have a highly symbiotic relationship going on). I stopped in to buy some vegetables at the end of my run. Voila.

So, yesterday I made my will. I'm testate, for the first time (or I might be: hard to say, because I drafted the will myself and I don't know much about probate or trusts...). Although there's not a lot to leave behind, it's now accounted for, at least in theory. And Brad, put that bloody axe down - I know times are tough, but they're not that tough.

Finally, for anyone who doesn't have a chance to check out my (our) cousin Rebecca's blog (link on the right), the picture and description below are taken from her most recent post. It was so good that I just stole it.




"***This is absolutely amazing and must be shared!
THE ARNOLD APPLE: This is a Styrian Power Apple. From "the homeland of Arnold Schwarzenegger", this apple offers incomparable strength and taste..."Lovingly tended by skilled and dedicated fruit growers in their small and medium-sized orchards it is a rich natural source of health, strenth and flavor"!! At the ridiculous price of €1 per apple, it was totally worth it!!"

Thursday, 1 November 2007

£1 = $2.079

Unbelievable. Let's say a person took out an $80k student loan over the course of a few years about 10 years ago, when the dollar was, on average, about $1.46 to the pound. Let's say that same person is now paying the student loans back in pounds sterling.

The exchange rate at the close of play yesterday was £1 = $2.079. If that person paid back all of his student loans overnight, not factoring in interest (which is ridiculously low anyway), that person would make a PROFIT on his student loans of roughly $16,333. In other words, after paying back the borrowings, that person would have a theoretical $16k in the bank (if he hadn't spent it already).

Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Walk to work


Last night as I walked home from work, I walked past the NY Giants and Miami Dolphins tour coach (they played at Wembley Stadium on Sunday, in a bid to generate interest in “American Football” over here). There weren’t any football players hanging out on the bridge, so my guess is that they were down at the river, catching a Shakespearean play at the new replica Globe. There’s a thought.

Seeing the coach got me thinking about the strange things I’ve seen on Southwark Bridge. It’s a far more eventful bridge than, say, Blackfriars, which is the bridge I used to walk across to get to my old job.

Last week there was a massive raft stuck against one of the piles of the bridge (and I mean massive – you could probably have parked about 40 cars on it). At first, I thought it was just stuck. There was a full-sized shovel (the kind Uncle Rick uses) on the raft. The next day it was still there, and the shovel was depositing boulders at the foot of the piles in the river. ??

In the morning, I regularly see police motorcades escorting massive armoured vehicles to the Old Bailey, London’s central criminal court (pictured). One evening as I was walking home, I saw a flotilla of police boats on the river, and police cars on the bridge, where a police chase had led to a woman trying to jump into the river to get away. Unfortunately, she missed the river, and landed on the concrete steps of a building fronting the river.

This morning I saw the usual police motorcade escorting prisoners North to the Old Bailey. (I looked up the trial listing when I got into work, and then found a newspaper article: “A troublesome tenant was stabbed and battered to death in his bedsit after police ignored his landlord's threat to kill him, a court heard”. Six Sikh men, including the landlord, are on trial.) And then immediately after that – so close in time that I thought they’d just turned around and come back – another police motorcade came by, going South. But instead of armoured vehicles, the motorcade was escorting Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister, in his Jag. I would not have been certain of this (although I thought I saw Gordon) if I hadn’t seen the news 15 minutes later as I walked into the office. The BBC was broadcasting live from down the road from my flat, where Gordon Brown was getting out to make a speech....


I have to confess that I had a brief Calvin and Hobbes moment where I fantasised about what would have happened if the motorcades, which were going over the same bridge in opposite directions, had collided. I tell you what, Gordon Brown would have made short work of those prisoners.

Sunday, 28 October 2007

Domestic comfort


It's cold out, and since Friday I've been feeling strangely sick to my stomach whenever I go out. So I'm staying at home today.

Home is a very good place to be. My kitchen is immaculate (yes, I know - I don't have children). I'm armed with coffee and food. Very nice Columbian coffee, which I'm drinking as I write (intermittently - not literally taking a sip every time I start typing). I just finished my breakfast - a lamb chop and eggs on toast. I've got everything I need for a comforting winter beef stew for supper. I'm listening to the second movement of Beethoven's seventh symphony (which, for anyone out there who doesn't follow Beethoven, is comfort food for the soul). I've turned the heating on. I'm wearing big woolly socks which either Jennie or Anne Marie gave me for Christmas about 10 years ago. And I'm settling in to work on my little novel project, interspersed with a bit of viola when I need to think my way through a difficult passage.

November is just around the corner, and with it Thanksgiving, probably the most perfect holiday. This will be my third in a row with family, and this year I'll be in Connecticut with Mom, Papasan, Ben, Jennie, Megan and Annie - the first time we've all been together since Ben's wedding. There will be lots of kids, too. The only thing that could make it even better would be to get Brad, Ben, Anne Marie and Mandy on board, and have a giant mega-Thanksgiving.

The day before I leave for the US, I have another family event. Barry and Anne Niblock, my quasi-family in Northern Ireland, will be in London for my citizenship ceremony, followed by a gathering of my friends in London for celebratory drinks. At the ceremony, I will have to make a pledge to the UK, and more controversially (for all you iconoclasts out there) I will have to swear
by Almighty God to be faithful to the Queen and her successors. I had a long conversation with someone on this point last night. My friend was saying that she thought that it was ludicrous that the government should single out the monarchy for an oath of loyalty when the UK is, in effect, a modern republic. I asked her what she would replace the oath with, and she suggested an oath to Parliament. As I said at the time, Parliament is only the legislature. What of loyalty to the executive and the judiciary? It seems to me that, as a starting point, the only oath that would make any sense would be an oath which captures the entire government of the UK. For better or worse, the government here is run in the name of the monarch. That is to say, the government is 'Her Majesty's Government', and all of the powers exercised by the government are powers delegated by the Queen. As a necessary mechnic within this constitutional framework, the Queen must make any decision which is reserved to her alone - generally these are decisions which cannot be delegated (e.g., dissolving Parliament, confirming the appointment of her Prime Minister, etc.). However, these powers are, for the most part, exercised in form, and not in substance, or with any real discretion. I'm sure that, because I am defending the monarchy, some people will think me a witless romantic, nostalgic for the 'good old days' (particularly as I'm an outsider to the whole system, at least for a couple more weeks). But whatever you may persuade yourselves are my reasons, I think that the current constitutional set-up works admirably well in this country (although I wouldn't dream of trying to impose it elsewhere).

I'm feeling more connected to all of you out there, now that my internet teething troubles have ended and I've finally been granted a reprieve from applications and tax filings. As Brad said, we played a bit of Halo 3 last week, and it was just like old times. Yesterday was Ben K's birthday, and to mark the occasion we had a Halo session. As we were playing, some of my friends began to arrive - a couple of friends from Merton, and Matt, my old roommate from Freshfields. After about an hour of playing there were five of us, fighting as a team against prepubescent boys in the Far East. Needless to say, we lost. But as Ben so cogently observed, "playing with you guys makes me look good". Happy birthday, Ben.

Time to get some more coffee.

Ben asked for a picture of my setup. Well, here's a start, at least.

Monday, 15 October 2007

Almost British

So, this morning I received a letter telling me that my application for British citizenship was successful. I'm almost British. I still have to attend a ceremony (swear allegiance, etc.), and then I get a certificate saying I'm a British citizen. (I would still be American, too, of course.)

In other news, I've now sorted out my internet, and I received a new tv today (pictured), so I have officially joined the 21st century.


Saturday, 6 October 2007

Bill Nighy and Technology

The two catchwords of this blog are not, as far as my intentions are concerned, at least, related.

I'll start with Technology. I have attempted to embrace Technology, and she has spurned me.

BY WAY OF BACKGROUND...

When I first moved to London four years ago, I bought a DVD player. You may not remember it, but they were all the rage at the time.

Well, my flatmate had a tv (tvs had been around for a while at this point), but it was so old that none of the little cables were compatible with the THINGS -- I cannot describe the ugly little aliens any more articulately than that -- on the back of the tv. So, we went out and bought a new (used) tv -- a nice JVC with a big old remote that reminded me of Jams, skateboards, mullets and Duran Duran (not that I really know any more about Duran Duran than I know about Technology). It's a great remote. It has more buttons than this keypad I'm typing on, and I still don't know what most of them do, but they're pretty cool anyway.

So anyway, we gave away the old tv and embraced the new tv. I felt pretty confident what to do with the cables this time round, despite the fact I'd never heard of a 'Scart' cable ('Scart' sockets being indiginous to the British Isles, it would appear, and not being inclined to travel). After all, I'm a Man, and Men know about audio-visual equipment and things. Shut up, Ben.

So the times moved on, and I thought I was changing with the times, but I was wrong.

It must have been 2004 when my poor computer packed-up. I loved that old IBM Thinkpad. She got me through three degrees, my PgDL and my LPC. In short, nine years of faithful service. I'll never forget that cold October day in 1996 when I rocked up to Merton with this beauty of a computer and simply plugged her into the ethernet socket. It was too easy. The internet was instantly accessible, continuously. I just kept it plugged in at all times (a dangerous confession in these environmentally fragile times - yes, I caused global warming, and I apologise). For instance, one morning in 1997 at about 5 am I heard an email ping in - it was from Ben, asking if I'd heard about Princess Diana's car crash.

Well, I'm getting sidetracked. As I said, that computer finally stopped whatever magical thing it is that computers do. And so I had no computer, which was no great inconvenience as my generous employer, Freshfields, handily supplied me with a computer 24/7 in an office which was open (and often occupied) 24/7.

NOW

Then it all changed. I don't know when, because if I could answer that I might have noticed the change.

Other people had iPods.

I still used cds (and my viola). Technology, that fickle temptress, had let me get too comfortable; and then she left without a word.

Well, I'm glad to say that my family was a great support during this period. My dad went out and got me a computer and an iPod. It was simple enough to use, but suddenly it became apparent to me that if you didn't have an internet connection, your computer wasn't much use. I didn't have an internet connection. My poor computer slowly wasted away, malnourished, until only three years later it had gone to the land of its fathers.

I left my job, and suddenly I found that I didn't have access to a work computer with an internet connection outside of normal office hours.

So I decided to go through the process of getting a computer, a phone line and an internet connection at home. Now, two months later, I finally have internet. A friend donated her computer to me on the eve of her journey around the world. So I have this computer, too.

So. I had internet. I worked out how to use Skype. I should have left it at this.

My hubris was to think that if I could go this far, I could go further. So I bought an X Box. Alas the day! Once again I have a tv that isn't fit for purpose (grim irony). Ben has been counselling me which bank account-busting mega-high-tech television I now need to buy. In addition to the tv incompatibility, my X Box is incompatible with the internet connection I just spent 2 MONTHS getting.

Why can't my X Box just be nice and get along with the other children? It's like some kind of Tiny Tina - some weirdo psyched-out antisocial little pratt of a gadget which doesn't realise that it's causing my poor loving heart to burst.

Now, if you feel stretched and tired, if you feel older just from reading this dull story, you'll have a sense of how I've felt for the past 2 months, on the phone every day, on hold to BT, Orange, whomever. Poor Ben.

So I made a coffee with coffee beans I bought at the market today. And I bought a silverside roast and lots of nice vegetables to cook. And I'm pleased to say that, so far, modern food is still compatible with my old oven.

BILL

Oh, yeah. Bill Nighy.

I mentioned to a few people about three months ago that I'd gone to a favourite 'cheap and cheerful' variety of Italian restaurant and that Mr Nighy (best known to Americans for his role as the aging rocker in Love Actually) had sat down at a table next to us. Well, I went back to this restaurant last night - for the first time since that last encounter. I went with another friend, but she knew the story (she had run across Hugh Grant that same evening) and so we were both incredulous when Mr Nighy appeared at my side to take his seat right next to me. Again. I don't think he properly appreciated all of my wry comments about getting an injunction so that he would stop stalking me; but there you are. Maybe he was just acting being a funny guy in all of those films.

Saturday, 22 September 2007

Digital immigration

Having just gone through an ordeal to complete and submit my application for citizenship in the UK, you'll appreciate that I was dismayed to discover that I am regarded as a 'digital immigrant', as well, by ad agencies and computer buffs (but they're probably not called computer buffs anymore).

So, I'm on Skype. I even bought the little headset. But I can't work out how to find anyone. So if you want to talk to me on Skype, you'll have to come and find me. My username is saminegland2.

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

The view out the window from the new job


Remember that scene in the new Bond film where the bad guy rings his broker in London to tell him to invest everything in a short position in the aircraft manufacturer's shares? Well, I've got pretty much the same view as the broker. Cool.

Sunday, 29 April 2007

Will Scotland Secede??

(A Scottish protestor yesterday)

A brief history lesson:

The current United Kingom is the result of a long process of mergers and acquisitions. Once upon a time, more than a thousand years ago, England, Wales and Scotland emerged as independent politically-centralised powers. In the thirteenth century, Wales was brought under the control of the English monarch. For centuries, England and Wales were not very popular with their northern neighbours, the Scots, who occasionally took to face-painting as a form of protest (see inset picture). From about the eleventh century onwards, the English invaded and settled Ireland as well, although it wasn't until the nineteenth century that Ireland became more than just a colony. The fierce English - Scottish rivalry was suddenly eclipsed when in 1603, in a shock move, the king of Scotland made a reverse takeover bid for England and Wales. James VI of Scotland became James I of England and Wales, etc. But although the three countries were all ruled by one person, it wasn't until 1706 that the countries formally merged into one country (Great Britain). Finally, in 1801, Great Britain merged with Ireland, and the result was the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. This was the UK at its peak. Then, in 1922, Ireland became independent of the rest of the United Kingdom.

Now it looks possible that the United Kingdom will lose another constituent state. Scotland's local elections are this week, and although it is unlikely that the Scottish National Party will carry an absolute majority in the Scottish Parliament, they are very likely to be the largest party. The Scottish National Party's main platform has been an independent Scotland and so, if they become the dominant party in Scotland, will it be only a matter of time before the United Kingdom will be referred to as 'the United Kingdom of England, Wales and Northern Ireland'? In fact, with the power-sharing process underway in Northern Ireland, how long will it be before it is simply 'the United Kingdom of England and Wales'?

At the moment, the British are still being polite, and refraining from expressing strong views against the potential break-up of the United Kingdom. It is hard to imagine silence in the face of such a sweeping change in the United States. Imagine California deciding to go it alone. Would the rest of the United States stand by in silence? You can be certain that such a vital carve-up of the body politic would not be met with the (apparently) disinterested silence which attends the Scottish question.

Finally, aside from the emotional arguments for preserving intact the 306-year old Great Britain, it is worth considering what impact a separate Scotland would have on both England and Scotland. Financially, (for now) this would very much depend whether or not Scotland keeps the North Sea oil. With the oil, Scotland could maintain its present public expenditure for at least another ten years (after which it looks likely that the oil reserves will have disappeared). Without it? Well, that's a very good question.

http://politics.guardian.co.uk/scotland/story/0,,2068186,00.html

Friday, 27 April 2007

Happy Birthday, Megan!

I pathetically made no effort for Annie's birthday (sorry, Annie), so I'm making up for it with this cake for Megan. Congratulations on coming of age, Megan! Now, only three more years until the next big birthday!

Wednesday, 25 April 2007

The London Marathon

This past Sunday was exciting because the world descended on London to compete in the London Marathon. Strictly speaking, the competition was a 26.2 mile run on Sunday, although I am tempted to think, from the anecdotal evidence I have gathered over the past few years, that the real competition is making it to the start line. As many as 125,000 people originally applied to run in this year’s race. something like 1 in 4 applicants manages to get a place on the open ballot, and those who don't get a place then scramble for a 'golden bond', or a place with one of the myriad of charities which have reserved places in the Marathon and allocate them in return for a pledge to raise a certain amount of funds for the charity in question.

This year, according to the Marathon website, by 6.45pm 35,674 runners had crossed the finish in the Mall.
Nearly 37,000 people had registered on Saturday (which leads me to think that perhaps not all of the runners finished the race...).
This Marathon was especially exciting because the Niblocks of Bangor descended on London. Barry (pictured, right) arrived on Saturday with a supporting cast of thousands (well, at least seven). On Sunday, we followed Barry around the Marathon route, cheering him on at the 6, 17 and 23 mile marks. We were in position to cheer him on at the finish, but as it happens we had been standing there for quite some time before Barry himself informed us that he had finished some time previously.
The atmosphere of this event is incredible! People throng the sidelines the whole way along the 26-mile course, supporting complete strangers. I found the whole event so inspirational that I have decided to try to get a place to run next year's marathon. So if I come knocking on your door, asking you to support a cat shelter, have your wallets to the ready.

Tuesday, 24 April 2007

Birthday

So I talked to both Megan and Annie today -- both in the SAME DAY! It was truly historic. I'm thinking there's probably a novel in this.

I keep trying to upload photos, but it isn't working. I give up.

Wednesday, 11 April 2007

I'm on my way

I'm on my way!

Ben K, while you're waiting, thought you might like to reflect on this tragedy in the news today: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/devon/6541457.stm. It involves a Bosendorfer.

Saturday, 17 March 2007

My brush with Bobby and Terry the Fish

Today I went for my usual run, but when I got to MI6 and reached the spot I always tag before turning around and running home, there was an armed police man standing there. Because he was just around a corner, I didn't see him until I was two feet away from him. He looked at me with a mixture of suspicion and alarm. I touched my usual spot (a side security entrance) and said 'hi'. He responded with a confused 'hi', and I was on my way.
Tomorrow will be mothers' day here. As it happens, my mother is coming to England tonight, and she doesn't realise it's going to be mothers' day. In keeping with English tradition, I'm going to cook her lunch tomorrow. So after my run I went to the grocer and butcher to get a nice shoulder of lamb and some vegetables to roast. When I stopped in at the florist shop, a person in the back of the shop shouted to the person at the counter, 'Terry the Fish called. He's coming by and he wants a dozen carnations.' I was bemused by this East End gangster name. In all my time in England, I've never heard of an actual person with a name like that, other than in films such as Snatch or Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. The other florist turned around and said, 'Terry the Fish? Who's he? Oh - you mean Terry Fish. Not Terry the Fish.' Needless to say, I was disappointed.

Friday, 16 March 2007

Short circuit


I've got some time on my hands and, failing a better topic, I've decided to show you my running route, which takes me past some of London's best-known landmarks and is really quite beautiful.

My run is roughly the same whether I start at home or at work. I head for the north bank of the Thames in the City. From home, I would get to the north bank over Millenium Bridge (first photo), and head west.




Slightly to the west of Millenium Bridge is where I work (at Blackfriar's Bridge). I continue to run past this towards Somerset House and Waterloo Bridge.











Somerset House and Waterloo Bridge












I then continue west past Cleopatra's needle towards Embankment. Cleopatra's needle, shown here on site in Egypt before the Victorians transported it to London, is just visible in the next photo (on the far bank of the river, near the middle right hand side of the photo).







This is the Hungerford railway bridge at Embankment (the white spidery-weblike things support the Queen's Jubilee footbridges).











Continuing west, I come to the Houses of Parliament, cross Westminster Bridge and continue west along the south bank past Lambeth Palace.









Lambeth Palace






Past Lambeth Palace and Lambeth Bridge is the Secret Intelligence Services building (MI6). This is the goal of every run. When I get to MI6, I touch it, and turn around. I would be surprised if I'm not now under surveillance.
I run home along the south bank, past the London Eye and various other attractions, all of which I'm too lazy to picture here.

Sunday, 4 March 2007

Explanation accompanied by a picture


So I haven't had a lot of time on my hands. The month of February was not a very nice month. The less said about that, the better. I stopped using the other blog location because Google in its infinite wisdom decided that I was no longer me, and so I could no longer log in. Google has generously allowed me to be 'saminengland2', which is probably the next thing to being 'saminengland'.
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The picture above is from the end of the street that leads into my square. You can run from Brad, but you can't hide.