Build your own electric car

Why wait for the motor industry to produce a reasonably priced electric vehicle.

These guys provide kits to convert your own electric car.

All you have to do is get your hands on a beat up compact, order one of their kits, and hey presto! you are motoring on sunlight.


Then again why bother driving at all when the jet pack is already here!

Overheard on the DLR

'I can't believe there is a city more un-friendly than New York'


'This your first trip to Europe?'

Actually I never got round to spitting out the second half, principally because some idiot decided that their ponytail belonged embedded firmly in my mouth. You have to love London, seriously otherwise you'd have to admit you were an absolute ass for paying more for rent, more for food, more for transport, for sleeping less and working longer than most the developed world.

Who the hell in idaho reads my blog.

So my delusions of grandeur of course prompted me to get a Google Analytics account. Basically Google Analytics is a free web app. that allows you to analyse site traffic data. Now roughly half the site traffic I get comes from me checking for comments.

The other half is from my girlfriend checking up on me. When I logged in to Google Analytics this evening however I discovered that someone in Idaho has visited the site.

In all probability this is a bounce from bloggers random blog feature. However on the off chance that I have a reader in Idaho this is just for you:

That was the week that was

Well tomorrow is Thursday-roughly 22 hours of work till the weekend! Woohoo. I have absolutely no plans but a lot of things I probably should do.

Go for a bike ride for one, buy a valentines gift for another. If only there was some way to combine the two.

What I'll probably do is sit on my ass watching DVDs playing online chess and reading a couple of books.

ho hum.

Tough day.

Another brutal day, this about sums up where I'm at.



Food update:

Ordered pizza again, this time though it was a small one. No lunch, no breakfast. Vowing to have some porridge tomorrow.

My healthy diet...

I think this says it all. The pizza is my 'friday night treat' which i regularly enjoy on a Sunday, Wednesday or Thursday.

The plastic container is from ec1 noodles-this is my 'Monday night treat' which i sometimes enjoy on a Tuesday too. Yes the carton has been on my floor since Monday.In case you are wondering it used to contain beef curry and egg fried rice-the only meal I ever order. EC1 noodles do the best beef curry I've had since living in Hong Kong. It is sprinkled liberally with MSG (Mmmm Sooo Good). which personally I find gives it that authentic home cooked flavour.

The ketchup adds variety to an otherwise bland diet.

The innocent smoothie provides me with one whole week of fruit and vegetables in a carton I can finish off in an evening.

The x-box controller constitutes my principle form of exercies-arrgh I know I've misspelled this but can't remember ever having to write the word before. Hang on EXERCISE-now that speaks volumes about my lifestyle...

Without wanting to whine or make excuses-it is genuinely difficult to 'live right' when you work long hours, live alone and cook for yourself. I am trying to improve my diet-not because I want to lose weight but because I want to be able to blog without breaking out in a light sweat. If I come across any decent food that you can cook for yourself in one pan in under 20 minutes with ingredients that keep for a while AND are easy to find-I'll post the recipes on the blog.

Drunks talk about hitting the bottom-that moment they know they have sunk as low as they can go and need to make a change.

That moment came for me when the pizza delivery guy knew my name, order, address and credit card info all just from hearing me say hello.

Admittedly this happened a few months ago, but I'm a slow learner and that pizza is damn tasty.

Paparazzi hassle my family, again

One of these men is my father, he has a sense of irony and an eye for free train tickets. The press apparently don't.

What I'm most proud of is the fact he not only gave the press a false name but later learnt how to manage the journos.

Not only did he give a no comment to the BBC's over eager political news editor who had the bad manners to try and ambush my dad as he popped out for a smoke, but when the 'journalist' snuck into the audition my dad alerted the runners who had the intruder thrown out. (NOTE the 'journalist' claims on the BBC website that he confessed to his press affiliation).

With press management skills like these perhaps my dad should offer his services to the $cientologists.

Dirty screen?

Laptop screen a little grimy. Click here for a free online screen cleaning service!

First post

Well coming up with something to say for a first post is pretty difficult, so I'll leave it to one of my personal heroes, Bill Hicks.