Mondays

Gah… somebody at Sun sent me a link to an article that he thought might be useful background reading for my possible OSS Usability article for Interfaces, and now I can’t find the email. If you’re reading this, can you send it again please?!

Oh my god– they Kilkennyed!

Spent much of my **th birthday today taking in the rather excellent Wexford v. Kilkenny Leinster hurling semi at Croke Park (and snapping a few photies such as these into the bargain). We’d decided to support Wexford beforehand on the informed basis that they had the coolest shirts. Having already reached my Guinness limit for the day, though, we celebrated the result with several slices of Julie’s home made dark and white marbled chocolate cheesecake instead.

I hide from the headlamps, no lights in the window

Gotta love Fiat… took the barc in yesterday to have its headlights adjusted (amongst other things), and apparently it may still fail its NCT retest because there are fingerprints (not mine) on the inside of the glass that are causing the beam not to focus properly.

Just buy a new glass then? Ah no, Fiat will only sell you a sealed headlamp unit, for 300 euro…

On the Buses

Back in residence after my trip to Norn Iron with Julie. Took in all the usual touristy things, like the Giant’s Causeway (I’m sure in Scotland we were taught that it was Finn MacCool who ran away from Benandonner though!), the Tyrone Crystal factory, the Belfast bus tour and the traffic jams in Dundalk. (Okay, so Dundalk’s actually on this side of the border.)

Still not quite sure what to make of the fact that said bus tour includes the Shankill and Falls Road these days… the fact that open top buses can now freely parade around (perhaps not the best choice of phrase) interface areas is a sign of remarkable progress, and our ironically-monikered tourguide Billy’s irreverence towards the tricoloured-kerbstones, murals and army observation points would probably have seen his kneecaps in some danger not so many years ago.

But the 12th of July bonfires were still being readied, and I don’t suppose we’ll hear any fewer poisonous party songs at the next Old Firm game.