Two And You're Out

The best just got better. To celebrate the forthcoming Twenty20 World Cup, Stick Cricket have started a new competition:

Stick Cricket - Two2

Yep, two overs. Twelve balls to prove yourself worthy of a place in the next round. Hit out or get out. Aces.

(OK, so I haven't actually managed it yet, might be a long night...)

Wasp (Not Wasp)

I was stung by a wasp for the first time ever yesterday. It gently landed on me, looked casually about, walked about five paces then stung the merry hell out of my forearm. Luckily, I had the speed of thought and presence of mind to let go of everything I was holding and attend immediately to this unprovoked attack. Regrettably, the thing I was holding was a pushchair with our daughter in it which, as we had been happily strolling around Greenwich Park, promptly accelerated down the hill away from the Royal Observatory. Oh how we laughed, as we chased frantically after her buggy, careering at high speed towards the carved stone pillars of the National Maritime Museum.

So anyway, I was stung by a wasp for the first time ever yesterday.
The absolute bastard.

Google Reader Just Got Better

"We found it!"

Awesome.

iWant

You knew it was coming, didn't you: iPod touch

Oooooooooooooooh.

Hit And Myths

Well done to Klaxons for winning the Mercury Music Prize; still enjoying Myths Of The Near Future on my journey to work (and yes, I do sometimes sing the falsetto bit in Golden Skans as we pull into Lewisham station, so what?) and I really should have stuck a tenner on them; could have got 9-1 apparently :(

Anyway, day-glo leggings on, horns in the air, whoop, whoop, whoop!

Last.fm (But Not Least.fm)

Gadget alert - this last.fm Normaliser re-ranks your last.fm favourites by actual listening time (rather than number of tracks consumed). So a couple of Orbital albums and a bit of the Floyd can easily make amends for that secret passion you know you really have for Girls Aloud and/or Lawnmower Deth. Nice.

Overheard #20

Just now. Coffee -> monitor.

"Outnumbered - isn't that the one that's like 'CSI'?
Er, no, it's got Hugh Dennis in it..."

NBC You Later

Well done, chaps.

NBC = No Bloody Clue

(via daring fireball)

Weekending

Good weekend here.

• Reduced the number of washing machines we own to the tune of one, whilst increasing the standard of the aforementioned items (and therefore the quality of life for our tenants) at the flat
• Popped round to see our ex-downstairs neighbours, John & Mercedes, for the first of two BBQs
• Collected Freyja from our ever-willing babysitters (my parents!) and jollyed over to Helena's 30th birthday thing, also a BBQ (excellent potato salad, H, by the way)
• Despite the dreadful traffic around Dulwich Village/A205, got to the Honor Oak for dinner with the aforementioned parents, food very good, (Hoegaarden very good also :)
• Popped to Alex & Katherine's with a composter (is it quite large?) which was exchanged somehow for a lawnmower and an old fridge (note to self: must discuss advanced bargaining tactics with Alex at work next week :)
• Successfully mowed lawns at great speed before the gathering and looming dark clouds did the inevitable English summer thing :(
  
• Aforementioned random fridge to tip (quite literally 2 minutes before closing time)
• Took shears to edges (followed by some surprise to have already half-filled our composter)
• Sat down with Tanqueray & tonic, and then followed...
  
• Arsenal 3-1 Portsmouth which was a good professional win, partly with 10 men. But then
• Aston Villa 2-0 Chelsea which was a complete shock, Lampard or not. Blimey.

Carry on!

The Pope Don't Work

Like, Dylan, man.
You know, Dylan.
Woah.
Man.
Dude, like Dylan, y'know?

Dylan, by me (courtesy of some web jiggery pokery and that)

You can too, here. Cool.