Monthly Archives: November 2005

Fashion advice from the Guardian OBO? Surely not.

A classic exchange on the Guardian’s OBO site;

43rd over: Pakistan 158-3 (Mohammad Yousuf 70, Hasan Raza 10)
“I am 31 and the whole shopping experience is now genuinely terrifying,” shudders Nick Stockley. “Everything ‘cool’ looks ridiculous. But we 30-somethings can’t just wear fleeces for the rest of our lives. If there is any fashion gurus reading this, please assist!” [Over-by-over reporter whistles in the wind]

46th over: Pakistan 166-3 (Mohammad Yousuf 77, Hasan Raza 11)
“Re: Nick Stockley (43rd over), don’t worry – I’m 25 and think that any body who wears ‘fashion wear’ looks ridiculous.” writes Matthew Fry “Much better to have some real class (although get rid of the fleece) and get yourself some good V-neck jumpers and shirts from TM Lewin and Thomas Pink, complimented with some nice jeans or chinos and a pair of ice-white trainers or brown brogues – finished with a good black raincoat or winter coat (knee length) in the winter. If you have the money, complete with Paul Smith scarf. Finito. Timeless real class.” Ice-white trainers?! This isn’t Miami Vice, Matthew.

Yes.. I don’t go much on ice white trainers either. a) They dont stay white for long b) they are almost entirely the preserve of the slightly better dressed chav about town.

However it did make me check out TM Lewin and Thomas Pink. Both traders of the famous Jermyn Street in London. I’m rather taken with these pyjamas and cashmere V-necks from Thomas Pink but also these merino crew-necks, covert coat, chesterfield coat, and the moleskin jeans from T.M.Lewin. Really do need to find a couple of grand for clothes. Lets just not mention the Paul Smith scarves..

Little sisters who can beat you up

Congratulations Helen on reaching your Green belt (Senior) in Choi Kwang-Do! I never thought I’d live in fear of my little sister, but it appears that day has come. Having seen her practicing last Christmas, I know how hard she can hit these days. I fear that the practice pads will be brought home again and I will be pumelled once more in the name of revenge^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hpractice.


I should make it some kind of personal aim to write about everything months or even years after everyone else does. Just polished off the first three episodes of Firefly and it’s rather good. The faux cowboy thing is a bit pushed, yes I can imagine that ‘frontier’ worlds are a bit rough and ready and tech might not be available, but its all a little too wild-westy in places. Storylines are great so far though, looking forward to the joy of the rest of the series. Already upgraded my Amazon DVD thing to get more DVD’s faster :$


Meh it’s Friday afternoon, surely I’m allowed to post from work at least once. Waiting for Jem to come and pick me up and take me to the pub, but that’s at least 3 hours away :(
So I went to visit a friend (Anna) in hospital this week, and I started to think about my attitude towards hospitals in general. Although I’ve worked in hospitals (Hammersmith, Barts and now the RVI is surgically attached to my building at work) this is first time I’ve visited one in the last 10 years to visit a friend as a patient.
I’ve always dissociated myself from the hospital aspect of where I work, yes I trundle round the corridors, but hospitals are still places of science for me, well at least they have labs and research attached to them. Actually being reminded that people go there because they are ill still comes as a shock to me. I guess I just don’t like hospitals. Earliest memories were always going to visit ill grandparents in them, I’m sure this instills a certain amount of “hospitals are where people go to die” in a young child.
There’s a certain lethargy that surrounds any medical installation – hospitals are relatively joyless environments, never seeming particularly modern. I dread the inevitable day I end up on a ward with something serious instead of just heading straight to casualty for something stupid. I’m not going to enjoy it one bit.
Anna however was fine, and seemed very chirpy. Out next week and returned to health. Hoorah.

Unlike George Best, who succumbed today to his illnesses. R.I.P George. My favourite quote:
“I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered”
An inspiration to us all.


Why oh why after not having the urge to get a console since my N64 (donated to my sister Helen as a present, who has since become a complete Nintendohead) am I so interested in the Xbox 360? I don’t like Microsofts software particularly, I don’t think the Xbox had a particularly great games lineup, I don’t even really have the money to spend.
So why do I want one? It’s either something to do with the wall to wall coverage the launch has had on Slashdot or the fact that I’m just sick and tired of having to buy new internal bits to get my computer up to speed to play videogames. Last upgrade was for Half-Life 2, a new CPU (2400+ AMD, NVIDIA 6800 LE which I’ve overclocked) and that worked a treat. Now, my system can’t even take Quake 4 at 640×480 (but played Doom3 just fine).
To be honest dropping £300 on a console is starting to seem like a good idea, and I can just use the damn computer for MSN messenger and browsing with Firefox. I really like the idea of just sitting in my living room with Tony Hawk’s American Wasteland and Perfect Dark Zero.
The DVD player could probably use replacing, and I never even use the CD player anymore, just plug in the iPod. I’d wait for the Revolution, but to be honest I think the controller design sucks (no matter what you are able to do with it). The N64 controller was the best console controller ever made, even allowed me to play FPS’s happily (and as a confirmed mouse+keyboard man that’s saying something).
I’d never buy a PS3, the entire Sony range seems to consist of EA games (don’t buy on principle) and driving games (which I don’t play unless they feature F1 or violent gangland action). After the whole Sony DRM issue, I don’t see any reason why I should put any money in their coffers anyway.

DVD rentals

So Simon has finally persuaded me to sign up with a DVD rental unit. There’s no Blockbuster anywhere near me (and even if there was I’d be loathe to join, I never want to rent 99% of their stuff anyway). In the interests of sticking to what I know, I’ve plumped for Amazon’s DVD rental by post. 3 DVD’s a month for £5.99 seems reasonable enough, as I doubt I will ever have enough time to watch more than that (just not a TV person you know?). I then started tacking things onto my rental list – so far the entire series of Firefly. I never did get round to seeing Serenity at the movies, and Chris has told me that I must watch the series first. It had better be good. So now I rent things rather than go directly to Bittorrent. What a good little consumer I have become.

The Chap Magazine

I have just renewed my subscription to the excellent “The Chap” A quarterly for gentleman that is both quarterly, and for gentleman.

I don’t really know how to describe it. Part humour, part revolutionary manifesto, it encourages us to look back to better days when men were real men, sported hats, facial hair, tweed suits and a pipe, and were jolly pleasant to ladies. I’ll let the site introduce itself.

“What, dear friends, has become of our culture? Was not this once a country where jazz beatniks rubbed shoulders with aged philosophers in smoky cafeterias? Did not dapper men in horn-rimmed spectacles once explain the mysteries of the world to us via our crackling wireless sets? Were not public libraries the places where all human knowledge was to be found, at the fingertips of avuncular librarians swaddled in tweed? Where has all this gone? Replaced, we are told, by the “information superhighway”.


What sort of “information” is conveyed by religious zealots, unclothed harlots and medical charlatans? Why, what they call the Internet seems to be nothing more than a Wild West saloon!
But fear not, dear hearts, for there is something in the air… Can you smell it? It is a blend of bergamot, old leather and Cavendish tobacco, and it smells of Revolution. The Tweed Revolution. The web site you are about to enter contains words and images that may induce excessive languidity and an increase in levels of panache, leading to an overall rise in self-esteem. So sink into your deepest armchair, pour yourself a gin and tonic, light a cigarillo, and prepare to join the sophisticated world of The Chap”

I really cannot wait for the next four installments of this fine journal.

Concerned: The half-life and death of Gordon Frohman

I came across this a couple of weeks ago, I quite like my gamer webcomics – Penny Arcade and VGCats being my top two, but if you loved Half-Life 2, you’ll probably enjoy this tale of Gordon Frohman, the man in the wrong place at the wrong time in the Half-Life 2 storyline. Updated 3 times a week and hilarious – the comic running commentary being at least as interesting as the comic itself.

Concerned: The half-life and death of Gordon Frohman