Research isn’t such a bad thing

Falling foul of a precious queen?

Cute, cheeky-looking Gay About Town Joshua Hunt, writes in his London Paper column about the perils of doing your research. It makes for disappointing reading.

Not Josh’s frighteningly concise writing (something I wouldn’t mind be able to pull-off myself), more the fact that in pursuit of boyfriend material it appears that Josh’s internet based research on his potential beau backfired.

OK, so maybe Josh shouldn’t have been *quite* so literal as to repeat everything back from his research, but still, the email he received with explicit instructions seems a little harsh. In fact, I might even go as far as to say as so incredibly precious as to not worth bothering with the individual anyway.

I rather like it when people research me. Go on. Go ahead.

Research isn’t such a bad thing

Falling foul of a precious queen?

Cute, cheeky-looking Gay About Town Joshua Hunt, writes in his London Paper column about the perils of doing your research. It makes for disappointing reading.

Not Josh’s frighteningly concise writing (something I wouldn’t mind be able to pull-off myself), more the fact that in pursuit of boyfriend material it appears that Josh’s internet based research on his potential beau backfired.

OK, so maybe Josh shouldn’t have been *quite* so literal as to repeat everything back from his research, but still, the email he received with explicit instructions seems a little harsh. In fact, I might even go as far as to say as so incredibly precious as to not worth bothering with the individual anyway.

I rather like it when people research me. Go on. Go ahead.

Surprising discoveries

Life Laundry

There is a running joke-come-accurate observation in our house that I find it terribly difficult to relax.

With two weeks ahead with no work worries, a weekend in Limoges and a further glorious week in Portugal to look forward to, you’d think I’d been kicking back and watching all those DVDs I know Simon doesn’t want to watch. I could go on a bike ride and get myself back in the swing of cycling. I could even go to an art gallery or a concert or .. anything. Why not an indulgent trip to the cinema. Now that really would be a treat.

Invariably I find myself distracted by something unexpected, something which will occupy both attention and my time. I like to be busy, I keep reminding myself. I like to think I’ve made good use of my time.

So it is today. After a quick scoot around the attic late yesterday afternoon, I quickly settled myself down in the lounge with a large box of photographs the remnants of which you can see pictured.

Today has seen me buy a scanner from PC World and set about scanning numerous photographs from my past, a large proportion of which feature people from school.

What I find, 24 hours after I started going through a box of unexpected memories is that there’s a lot about my childhood I’d forgotten about, still more about my school days I had filtered out of my mind. Spending what remains of the afternoon using my spangly new scanner I’ve discovered faces I’d forgotten, school trips I’d blotted out of my mind and a strange compulsion to locate people who I now recall I did actually rather enjoy the company of.

All that from an unexpected desire to retrieve a massive box of old photographs from the attic which had been hanging around for years.

There’s more of this to come (oh yes, there is!), but in the meantime take a look over the handbook (click on the “all sizes” link if you can’t read the text) I received from the headmaster at the school I went to. Twenty years on I find some of the aspirations and instructions in this particular rule book a little hard to swallow.

What kind of idiot do you think I am?

Shortly before I planned to skip down the road to get some wine from the Co-Op, I received a telephone call from a man called Dayan Smith who claimed he worked for Microsoft.

During the call he advised me that he knew that the Thoroughly Good domain name was up for renewal tomorrow. I panicked, momentarily.

I checked on tinterweb and discovered that no, it wasn’t up for renewal tomorrow and that contrary to what I was thinking downstairs in the lounge when I took the call there was no need for panic.

Suddenly I saw an opportunity.

“So, why are you calling me on a Sunday evening?” I asked

“I’m doing you a favour,” the American voice responded.

“And you work for Microsoft? Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your email address there?”

“I don’t have one.”

“If you work for Microsoft you’ll have an Microsoft email address.”

“I can’t give it to you.”

“Then you’re story’s changing. Either you’ve not got one or you’ve got one but you’re not allowed to give it out.”

“Look,” he was beginning to get a bit worked up, “I was ringing to tell you that your domain name is going to expire tomorrow. I was doing you a favour.”

“But I’m looking at my domain name records and can see that it doesn’t expire tomorrow. In fact, it doesn’t expire for some time. What’s your telephone number?”

The “helpful” man in the States did give me his telephone number although I’ll confess I haven’t rung it. I can’t help thinking that I’ve probably been “had” and when I think of that I can’t help thinking of this little clip.