So Slow
This could be my last post in the old world of dial-up internet access. Last week, I applied to upgrade my Virgin.net account to give me Broadband access. It's only an ADSL line from BT, but it's better than what I've got.
One of the main things that was stopping me upgrading was my plan to emigrate. I didn't see the point of locking myself into a 12 month contract. But this good ole ISP doesn't have a minimum contract, so I sent the email last week and they gave me a target activation date of 23/07/2003 (i.e. tomorrow). I haven't heard anything since, so I presume it's all going smoothly and when I dial-up tomorrow night (after going to the gym) I'll have an email welcoming me to the brave old world of fast(er) internet access.
Let's hope, anyway.
Labels: homelife
Can't be arsed
I'm just about to leave work. I ought to be going to the gym, but I can't be arsed. I'll go tomorrow.
Labels: homelife
Silverstone Death
Yesterday, I was at Silverstone for the 2003 Fosters British Grand Prix. For those of you who have read the reports, you will know that this was one of the best F1 races in years. I certainly enjoyed the day immensely.
Unfortunately I read this report this morning.
SILVERSTONE, England, July 20 (Reuters) - A 56-year-old British driver was killed when he crashed his historic sportscar during a support race for the British Grand Prix on Sunday, organisers said.
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I was at Chapel corner when the accident happened. It was during the closing laps of the last race of the day and I was eating a burger and chips before the concert that ended the day. I didn't see the incident, but I heard the thud when the car hit the tyre wall. I saw the marshalls and the medical staff react quickly and perform professionally. The race wasn't covered by the television cameras and the incident was just out of sight from both of the commentating positions that cover the track, so the commentators knew nothing of an accident and continued to cover the proceedings on the winners podium. When the ambulance took the driver away we had no idea how serious it was, but nothing was mentioned over the PA system, or at the concert that followed, so I guessed that he was ok.
Reading the report is a stark reminder of what these people do. Yes, they know the risks and yes, they enjoy it. But we enjoy watching it and must be grateful to all of them who go out on a race track to entertain the crowds. Seeing the historic cars race around the Grand Prix circuit yesterday was a fantastic sight. Thank you, David.
Labels: sport
Welcome Home
A consignment of thousands of rubber ducks is expected to wash up any day on the coast of New England - after more than a decade at sea.
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The moral of the story? Never challenge a Rubber Duck to a cross-channel swim. They have more endurance than you imagine.
Labels: makes me larf
