May 3rd, 2007
|12:54 am - Scottish Election - 07. Still undecided?|
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April 26th, 2007
|10:32 am - Join the boycott of anti-Scottish newspapers:|
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Current Mood: enraged
July 27th, 2006
Here we are then. As it turned out, Eiraniel and myself declined the house. It was a massive decision. Looked at from every conceivable angle, we [probably] did the right thing...
...nevertheless, out with work and other stressful nuggets, we're busy painting, varnishing, sanding, polishing the new bat-cave. Namely Eiraniel's folks place. They've very kindly allowed us to move in for a few years - and apply whatever creative license we wish to pursue in the meantime.
To that end, we've suddenly become very nesty with careful discussions around 'whether to paint or varnish' this or that, that 'correct' conservatory green - together with other palette matters our 20-something selves would have balked at. A wee bit.
Quite excited though - and it's probably about time house proper were on the cards for ourselves and chick...
...who has taken quite the stretch of late.
Work plummets on. Templates being tested. Excitement starting to froth once more.
Current Location: Llwynithel, North Wales
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: Muse - Supermassive black hole
May 21st, 2006
|01:25 pm - Y 'campaign for an English parliament website'|
Ellyll - wyt ti wedi gweld hwn?
Mae'n ddiawchedig. Darllena!
Current Mood: nauseated
May 15th, 2006
|08:07 pm - Hoose.|
It appears the hoose is ours.
This is good news, and today there has been much financial bustling, talking to mortgage people on the phone, working out best deals and the like...
...we know exactly what kind of mortgage we want too. Still, it's not easy.
Unfortunately, the housing scenario is particularly bad in Gwynedd. Relatively low annual incomes, coupled with *the* worst house pricing rise, by county - mean that it's pretty tough to get onto the ladder at all.
Could have been so easy at that. Shuttle back three years. Four bedroom house by the coast. A mere 87k.
Wages at the time meant even this was a thorny pill. We got cautious. Well, I got cautious - Sian was all for it, if memory serves.
Try getting it now for 87k. ZZZZap.
Still. We're officially on the property conveyor. ;o) From all accounts, nothing's going to get cheaper - and ten years or so from now you could be looking at a repeat loop of frenzied increased housing costs.
So, what's the Llanfairpwllgwyngyll area like ellyll? :o)
I made fish, sweetcorn and new potatoes for dinner. Enjoyed mine - spesh with the cold beer. Sian's is on a warm tin platter. Awen ate the fish and found my efforts at getting her to eat the rest....amusing.
Got a staggeringly busy few weeks to look forward to at work. All is well and good, but I figure I'll be hammering the weekends until July...
...thereabouts my brother is getting married. The fool! ;P So, gotta book a hotel for that - 'cos there's a few squillion relatives vying for beds etc Family room somewhere seems the easiest thing to do.
Looking forward to it, of course. Perhaps this best man speech will be a little easier to write. Just openly mock the wee runt, and that'll be that sorted.
Got fitted for my kilt again. Was alarmed to find out I've swollen up a tad to some 13-and-a-half stone! Sheesh. Guess I can jog down the beach!
Importantly, need to grab a quality few weeks off, post site launch. Two weeks in Scotland I reckon, with one of them just for me and eiraniel.
Just let go of the reins a while. Saunter about Edinburgh. The best city on these islands.
Next to Glasgow :P
Loiter about Princes street gardens and drink coffee in the old town. Catch up with some of my [dearly missed] compadres from my Edinburgh days. Sian's got a few friends who've also moved North of the border. Just a few miles from where I used to live, which is kinda bizarre...
...this time she might make *all* the steps up the Scott monument. Rather than losing the ability to walk thirty steps or so from the top :P
Drink nice beer on Rose Street. Camp out in Waterstones. Walk up to the observatory.
In the meantime, the likes of this guy, not to mention this lady, are gonna have to carry me a little.
Current Mood: & excited
May 7th, 2006
|12:25 am - Ramblings...|
Eeeeek. It's been a busy few weeks...
...the missus, bairn and myself have less than three weeks to box everything, namely our lives, and find ourselves a new pad.
We've only ever rented since I came down here, tho' we pondered buying a lurv-ely terraced house just before babi bach came along. In the end, we bit the bullet and played it cautious - tho' times may have been a tad tight there - we figure we made the wrong decision.
This wee bothy has been the only place Awen has ever known - but, tbh we're not devastated at the prospect of leaving. Despite roaring fire and all, the sittingroom is just too big - the room's too wee...
...methinks it's time to move. Find out tomorrow if we get first shot at the bricks 'n mortar. Isle of Anglesey. Nice - spacious - massive garden, the main focus of Sian's concerns as it happens. Too right I guess. It means you could be suppin' on some Lazy Sunday whilst letting Awen run about daft. Especially with cousins and such when they come to visit.
This is a BIG garden, at that. So, we'll wait 'n see. If this isn't meant to be, it's back off to Llwynithel, Sian's folks farm - until such time said hoose 'opportunity' comes a beggin'.
Work has progressed very nicely with the site, very happy with the site design and some of the Phase I functionality. Whilst remembering this is only the beginning of a [hopefully] successful publishing run and a kick-ass govt. read.
Yet to roll out the CMS and start the web writing off - and I guess this is the heart of the whole thing - content really is king, but I have a lot of very enthused scientists - wrapped up in biodiversity, climate change, geology and the like - the trick [as it always is] is to nail the organisation to the task - guarantee upper management get crackin' etc
Done my mock Welsh GCSE the other day, was quite pleased - I've been advised not to do the real thing, simply 'cos it clashes with the live date for the site - but I did run through another test to keep the Cymraeg thinking ummmm, thinkin'.
Glad, 'cos I'd feel crap with *no* Welsh buttons on the shoulder, busy or not.
Awen has a crappy cold at the mo, we basted her in warm olive oil, applied calpol, hugs on sofa etc Wee mite still doesn't know what to do with it. Unfortunately, she's a tad more like me in that regard. Little patience, easily frustrated at stupid things - than her mam's calming self.
Tomorrow, Sian's clan are coming round. I will cut grass as we ready ourselves to hand the keys back over.
Cut that - mae gas gen i torri gwair!
Ain't that the truth.
[Badger scurries off, looks for orange squash, honey...]
Current Location: Bwthyn Gwyn, Wales
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Beck - cancelled check
May 1st, 2006
As told in the 0ct0pus diaries...
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Current Mood: sleepy
April 12th, 2006
|02:30 pm - Gamers...|
...what can you do with them?
In any case, if you want to learn how to 'level', chatter about sprites, or are hell bent on dressing up as a badger and whacking your friends with rubber swords - in the flesh - then please do check out the return of eiraniel.
Current Location: Bangor, North Wales
Current Mood: silly
Current Music: Fell in love with a girl - The White Stripes
March 11th, 2006
|01:15 am - Back from the Nant!|
Phew - what a week!
Just back early this evening from a week at the Nant - namely the Nant Gwrtheyrn Welsh Language and Heritage Centre. Time to polish up the Cymraeg again.
A tremendous week - if a little frugal. The bwthyn I was staying in had all the nec. requirements - water and heat stood out in particular...
...no TV, no radio, no web access - nothing at all...
...only the occasional call to Angharad and Awen [and Cara yn Yr Alban] and the heavy rain on my bedroom window for company.
Really enjoyed it though, and this weekend I will mostly be eating Welsh revision. With Ang and Awen's help.
Missed them terribly. :o)
In ny case - Alf, if you're there, feel free to throw me a sentence or two. Getting a little handy with this now :P
January 14th, 2006
Ho-hum - not been around for a while...
...stressed Eric. Work has been mucho heavy.
In any case - a United Kingdom?
Don't make me larff - National British day - blechhhh.
The sooner this ludicrous union is dismantled, the better. Thankfully, that seems to be the gist from Scots, Welsh and Eng-er-lish voices at large.
Brown is a numptie - of some quality. Throwing his fat Scots butt into an England that'd kick his party out [if the English just had themselves to deal with]. Certainly, they'll balk at the idea of a Scottish PM.
'Cos Britain should mean England.
Whereas Brown - another Scot of tireless self ambition, is a blinkered unionist.
Heh - funny. A deserved fate for his ilk? A limbo land for Scots who do their own country no favours, whilst trying their best to get into the slipstream of a country who's voters want feck all to do with them. Excellent.
These Brito-Scots make me want to vomit. Really. The fact that they can vote on certain English matters underlines the nonsense nature of this union.
The nonsensical 2+2=5 nature of a union that should have been left to die, peacefully, some time back in 1914...
...when will it simply end in the name of god. Let Scotland prosper. The Celtic countries work together as the Scandinavians. The English can, well, be English...
Current Mood: rushed
Current Music: The Foo Fighters - Resolve