Is This Sudoku Solvable
The fiendish Sudoku numbered 5373 in the Times on Friday seems insoluble.
I’ve made a couple of copies for next year.
My Worst Sin In C’s Eyes
There are some things, that you do in a marriage that are incredible sins.
My Worst Sin In C’s Eyes
Mine is immortalised on this picture of a pack of tissues from Boots.
Please remove all paper tissues from garments before washing
I only did it a couple of times, but it really buggered the laundry and she never let me forget it.
The Umbrellas Were Giving Up
Even umbrellas were giving up as the picture shows.
The Umbrellas Were Giving Up
The stewards were even allowing long possibly-dangerous ones into Portman Road.
Ipswich Gets A New Porn Shop
As I walked to Portman Road, I saw a store, I’d not seen before.
Ipswich Gets A New Porn Shop
I’ve no idea how good it is, but it certainly looks the place to get some good engineering pornography.
Ipswich used to have a wonderful shop in Martin and Newby, which was opposite my office in Fore Street, in the early days of Artemis. One memory is the van from Royal Volker Stevin arriving each morning during the construction of the Orwell Bridge. Apparently Martin and Newby made a fortune out of that job, as so many expensive tools were dropped into the river. One suggestion was that they use wooden spirit levels, so that they floated, but they found the current in the river took them out to sea.
The Show Must Go On!
This steel band at the Angel had the right idea.
The Show Must Go On!
They didn’t seem to be too worried about rusty instruments.
Avoiding The Rain
I went to the football at Ipswich yesterday and the rain was so bad, I didn’t feel like walking to the bus stop to get a 141 bus to Liverpool Street station.
So I walked to the closest stop and got a 56 bus to the Angel. It wasn’t any better there.
A Very Wet Angel
But at least I got there in the dry and was able to walk into the Underground, to get a train to Liverpool Street with one change at Moorgate station. Normally, I’d have walked from Moorgate, but it was just that wet.
Coming back, the weather was just as bad, so I used an unusual route to keep dry. I took a Metropolitan line train to Barbican station and caught another 56 back to my house.
At least the rain seemed to have abated slightly in Ipswich, but the game wasn’t a good one. There were so many mistakes and I suspect precise control was difficult. So many simple passes were missed by both sides. Perhaps football yesterday was summed up by the result at Peterborough, where the home side beat Bolton by five goals to four.
The Kids Are Alright
I was travelling home on a bus last night at about seven, sitting minding my own business, when a seventeen-year-old or so kid in front, turned to me and asked very politely if he could borrow a pen. As I always carry two for my Sudoku solving, I handed him one.
A couple of minutes later he returned it and moved himself and his bags to the four empty seats next to me. We chatted about the ephemera of life like football and phones, for the rest of my journey home and he politely wished me a good evening.
If this had been an unusual occurrence, it wouldn’t be worth reporting, but it seems that hardly a day goes buy without a similar experience. As an example, I’ve lost count of the number of times, I’ve had a reverse argument with kids, be they black or white, male or female, about who gets on the bus first.
It does seem that the Polite Society is alive and well! Certainly on the buses of East London.
I’ve Missed An Opportunity With Zopa
As I always do, I just checked my Zopa statistics this morning. Not that anything untoward or otherwise happens on a Sunday!
I like analysing statistics and it would ave been great fun to see if anybody apply for any loans over the holiday.
But at present, I’ve only got the princely sum of £0.39 available. So I won’t be able to collect any data.
I bet though, if you apply for a loan to Wonga on Christmas day, you’ll get a loan!
I’ve just looked back at my Zopa data for Christmas 2011 and it would appear that I did make a loan on Christmas Day. Obviously, it wasn’t processed until a few days later.
But why shouldn’t you apply for a loan on Christmas Day from a reputable lender? After all, the computers on which you perform your application never sleep. Or aren’t supposed to!
How To Unfollow This Blog
I’ve put this post in the blog, as someone wanted to unsubscribe. Or unfollow in WordPress terminology.
Firstly, if you subscribed to the blog, you are the only one who can unsubscribe, as that is one of the rules WordPress sets down. I can’t do it.
They do offer advice on how to unsubscribe in their forums.
Go here.
I’ve found the simplest way to unsubscribe is to login to WordPress and open any post in the blog from which you want to unsubscribe.
You should see a toolbar with the name of the blog followed by Following at the top of the web page. If you put your mouse over Following it should change to Unfollow. Just click Unfollow to unsubscribe from the blog.
Let me know if you have any problems and feel free to comment here.
Rat Poison And Sprouts Don’t Mix
This cautionary tale about mixing brussels sprouts with anti-coagulant drugs, like Warfarin, should be noted.
The trouble is that I like my sprouts, so I’ll go easy on them over Christmas.
I think though, I’ll do a before and after INR test.
I feel a bit of scientific research coming on!
The Anonymous Widower 