Woohoo!

April 22, 2009

A new Yale study shows wine drinkers suffering from Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma are much less likely to die or relapse than their teetotaller counterparts.

Stories like that are quite welcome. Wine shields against cancer.

It seems like a dog’s age since I wrote ‘Usually Fatal‘ for Russell ‘Public Address‘ Brown, and that would be because it is. Three years.

I’m getting old. Must be the wine.

PS – Yale University was founded by a grant from the Yale family who are from North Wales. Elihu is buried in St Giles church in Wrexham where I grew up, although I have no memory of St Giles church at all. Shame really.

Ninja Cat comes closer

September 19, 2008

while not moving!

hattip: Leo.

That’s brilliant.

EDIT: Now a new version with music!

Rascally Russell Brown

June 12, 2008

has announced he’s quit at The Listener, leaving only a couple of names on board who have any hope of stopping the rot.

I’ll miss Russell’s writing. I can’t quite understand why it leads in to the TV section of the paper but there you go. It was one of the first places I ever read about “the internet” and Russell’s troubles getting his original Ihug connection set up (by the Wood brothers themselves, no less) was one of those pivotal moments that sparked my interest in IT as a news round.

When I arrived at Computerworld some years later, Russell was the online editor (of what was quaintly called @IDG). When he left, I got the online reporter’s job (and Kirstin got the online editor’s role – the much harder and less rewarding post because she had to manage me. Sorry, Kirstin) and Russell told me if ever I needed to jack up the ratings, write about either Linux, Apple, online security threats or Ihug. He was right and I could do that and just about guarantee the traffic surge that would follow.

I’ve been mistaken for Russell several times. In fact, one fellow thought that I was a pseudonym for Russell and used to regularly accost me as such in public. I toyed with the idea of getting “The poor man’s Russell Brown” on a t-shirt to wear on the TV but Russell suggested he might be upset if that happened so I didn’t. Well, not yet I didn’t.

In fact, I only ever got to BE on TV because Russell refused to do mornings. A wise move, especially now Breakfast Business kicks off at 6am, requiring you to be in the studio waiting to go at some ungodly hour.

Of course, Russell has a new home now (and an older one) and seems to be doing quite nicely. But I will miss his Listener column and it’s just another reason why I don’t read that rag any more.

Oh the hubris… check out this page to see the BSG guys doing Da Vinci.

Not sure if I like it or not but it sure fits with the story arc.

Oh, by the way SPOILER ALERT! Don’t click that link if you haven’t seen SEASON THREE. Seriously.

Hat tip: Fiona Rae who should blog more.

Californication II

November 16, 2007

Here’s a post that really does reflect the whole Californication debate quite nicely…

What I didn’t realise is that Family First is that same crowd that defended every god fearing parent’s right to beat their child. Yes, that’s right…

Sadly I see a number of organisations have pulled their ads. Funnily enough, there were so many other companies lined up waiting to take their place that I know of one company that came away disappointed that they couldn’t get an ad in.

Personally I’d be looking for a journo group to sponsor the show. “Californication, brought to you by the right to freedom of expression”.

Kudos to Anke for the headline: Family First, Blowjob Later.

The truth about babies

November 7, 2007

Can I take this opportunity to urge you all to immediately down tools and go AT ONCE to Public Address wherein you shall read David Haywood’s marvellous post about being a parent to a newly emerged tyrannical dictator.

Sarah, you’re excused from reading this until your newbie is at least three years old, OK?

Favourite line:

According to the hospital midwife, this antisocial conduct is the result of a rare medical condition known as “being a greedy little pig”. Naturally enough, it plays havoc with Little Rodney’s digestive system. His tiny stomach roils and gurgles like a fermenter, and mysterious intestinal gases build up to tremendous pressures.

The power of these gases is frequently exhibited during nappy-changing time, in a manner that — even for a right-wing politician — can only be described as severely inappropriate. Little Rodney’s prowess at long-distance defecation is nothing less than awe-inspiring. With a fully-loaded bowel he can easily deliver a payload to the wallpaper on the other side of the room. For an encore, as his stunned parents wring their hands in horror, he likes to urinate over his own head.

Ah, good times.. Good times.