Ooops

Ananova.com report of the end of the press blackout of the Prime Minister's holiday.

Help me decide ...

I'm going on holiday and am trying to decide between:

Paris and then Strasbourg, the northernly capital of the Alsace Lorraine region.

and

Paris and then Nice, the glamorous beachfront Côte d'Azur hotspot.

I've always wanted to visit Strasbourg ever since I was offered an art history post-grad scholarship I couldn't afford to take. It's mix of Germanic and French influence, it's location in the Alsace Wine Reqion and it's proximity to the Rhine are inviting.

Nice, on the other hand is beachy, warm, mediterranean, expensive and glamorous. Located on the famous Côte d'Azur it's likely to be touristy, but Cannes and Monte Carlo are nearby.

Cast your votes now ...

Get geeky

Great blog for keeping with new tech gadgets.

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My horoscope for tomorrow

From Swoon.com:

Did you order an extra-large side of fun to go? Even if you didn't, the stars went ahead and threw it in -- on the house. You might end up liking it so much you put it on your daily menu.

So I'm either dating Dom Deluise or a porn star, or someone's taking me to Legoland.
Either way, I can't wait for tomorrow.

Mazel tov!

My mate Kelly gave birth to Holden last Thursday. All are well, except possibly for little Sophie who's probably wondering who this creature stealing her spotlight is...

It's babies, babies everywhere.

A day at the races

Last Thursday our office spent the afternoon in the sun at the Sandown Race Track in Esher, Surrey (25 minutes southwest of London). I'd never been to a horse races and got a quick education on betting, odds and horse racing etiquette. We were in the 'Premier enclosure' and it was lovely to see so many people dressed for an afternoon at the races even if one could be sure there was some fairly dodgy dealing going on.

To cap an afternoon drinking at the racetrack we spent the evening on the Queen Mary , moored on the Thames where yours truly drank too much rosé and didn't get home until after 3. I didn't recover until Sunday.

Pictures are here.

I'm too old ...

I'm five ...

Just noticed that last month was this blog's fifth anniversary.

What a remarkable thing to have a spotty diary of my time in England. I'm going to re-read every post today.

More Geneva

New images, including some shots of the Noga Hilton, lovingly decorated by the set designers of the Love Boat in orange and mirror.

Breathing easy

Done with waking up with sinuses full of snot I bought an air purifier that claims to remove 99% of pollutants from the air. What pollutants? The dust and grime that floats in windows from living in the middle of Paddington and its flyovers and its train stations and cars and building sites.

That, and a date, were the highlights of my weekends. Blimey, I'm dull.