Archive for May, 2009

This way, please

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

Just saw this on We Love Nice Things – I’ll be keeping an eye out for it when I’m in town later this week.



Monday, May 18th, 2009

Although my cosmological knowledge is limited to being able to hum Monty Python’s “The Galaxy Song”, this is undeniably pretty:

Notes From The Settee

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

So, I’m at home on an unnanounced flying visit, attempting a blog post through my PSP(!) and some wi-fi. A slow process considering the lack of keyboard, but I’m not the language-mangling kind. No “omg psp blog lol” for me.

No HTML for me either, as I’ve just discovered the PSP keyboard doesn’t have angle brackets. (Oh no, hang on – it does, hidden under [shift] in a sea of diacritical marks.)

But I digress. The settee is comfortable, and the experience of coming home is akin to a warm bath. About as wet, too, as the heavens have predictably opened to wash away my hopes of a quick hop around some quarries later.

Still, there’s a kettle on the boil and a roast in the oven. Now if you excuse me, I’m off to watch the bluetits nesting in the garden.

Born in the 80s, Pt. 1

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

After spending more time than is healthy listening to .977 and Radio Nigel, I thought I’d share some of my intimate knowledge of the 80s best/worst pop productions.  So whack on those rose-tinted spectacles and neon pop-socks and head back with me to the land time should have forgot…

Martika – Toy Soldiers

(Peter Schilling, Hazell Dean and more after the jump!) (more…)

Phil’s Washing Machine Saga, Pt. II

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

indesit2…and so, we return to the continuing low-water mark of Shinypixel life that is the lack of laundry luck in the world of netizen Phil.

Tense developments abounded after a new handle arrived from the bowels of an Indesit warehouse.  Whether through cackhandedness of co-ordination or subtleties of shape, it just didn’t seem to fit.

By early afternoon today, it didn’t look good…  Tensions were running high:

hopefully me dad can fix the new handle on cos i’ve given up

The air hung heavy with atmosphere and Lenor for a couple of hours.  Then:


successfully opened the door after a load as well!

A happy ending for all concerned.

On a related note, Anthony notes that if Phil was in America, this is very unlikely to have happened, as most washing machines in the US are top-loading.  Something I certainly didn’t know, and if you’ve bothered to read down this far, then hopefully you’ve learned something too!

Got anything tedious I can write about?  Let me know at rik at shinypixel dot co dot uk!