
Annoyingly I missed out on 222222 while it was at the garage, but still satisfying. #numbernerd
from Hull to The Hutt

Annoyingly I missed out on 222222 while it was at the garage, but still satisfying. #numbernerd
After a full year of constant tweaking by The Duchess she is FINALLY satisfied her that her Garden Room is complete and we can actually relax and just use it!
Through 2025 we :
Now we have to wait for the odd day when it’s not blowing a gale and can sit outside and enjoy it…




And the most impressive piece … the Temu Trevi Fountain! We may have to open it to the public and let the passersby come and enjoy the spectacle.

Funny YouTube video of a museum curator explaining about an ancient Greek plate using Gen Alpha language. Reminds me of the Jive Brothers from Airplane, and how out of touch Gen X I am.
For the Oldies benefit here are the birth years for each generation:
Baby Boomers: 1946 – 1964
Generation X (Gen X): 1965 – 1980
Millennials (Gen Y): 1981 – 1996
Generation Z (Gen Z, iGen): 1997 – 2012
Generation Alpha (Gen Alpha): 2013 – 2025
Looks like I’ve missed an important passport change that’s coming into force at the end of February – if you’re a dual citizen and want to get into Britain you’re going to have to present a valid British passport. WTaF is that about?! Surely I can prove I was born in Britain some other way, even via an expired passport?
This is either a stupid and desperate attempt to claw in some more money, or yet another data grab to record your details on yet another database. Either way it’s pointless and very inconvenient.
I’ll be onto the British Embassy this morning to clarify the situation and register a complaint, then I’ll either have to sort out a new passport or renounce my British citizenship, which might cause big hassles given I haven’t transferred my pension over yet.
As a professional geek I’ve long been a fan of Dilbert, so it’s sad to hear that cartoonist Scott Adams has passed away. His strips nailed the oddness of working in tech – or even just office culture – and have given me pleasure for decades.

Another new year, another gym membership doomed to be cancelled in 3 months …
This one’s not as cheap and dingy as the previous one I tried, and this time I’m getting the Personal Trainers to set me up with a program so we’ll see how things go this time.
My most immediate goal is to be able to put socks on without grunting.

Close the door on your way out. Well that’s now 10 dumpster-fire years in a row what with one thing and another. Let’s hope 2026 breaks the streak, though I suspect the Dystopian Nightmare Future promised by various sci-fi films and books have become a Dystopian Nightmare Present. Yay! At least we’re not yet at Mad Max levels of f*cked-up-ness…
In retrospect 2025 was a bit of a non-year with (thankfully) no massive lows, but no real highlights either; two unsatisfying jobs followed by three months of sick leave, read 7 books, attended 2 gigs, took less than a dozen trips to the movies, and the only break a road trip to Hamilton.
We finished it off the same way by doing feck all for New Years Eve.

I’m determined that 2026 is going to be a better year by
All this might get upended by another pandemic, war or alien invasion, but like the Rebellion you’ve got to have hope otherwise the bastards have already won. Happy New Year!
