Late to this party, but it’s a three-fer…

I was on the tube (London subway) heading across London to catch a train to meet up with some friends.

I was a bit distracted so only noticed we were at the stop I needed to get off at after we’d been there for 30 or so seconds and the warning beeps had started.

#1. I darted for the doors which closed when just my head was through.

#2. The driver admonished me over the intercom: “Can the idiot with his head in the door pull it back so we can proceed.”

#3. (Delayed). The tube is fucking filthy. As were the doors. Which had left black marks down the sides of my head and neck which I didn’t discover until three hours later when I finally reached my destination and my friends told me.

Loving ‘wizardacious’.

Well, shit. I’m 55.

Strong and milky, like my women.

Dogs, all day long. But have to be proper dogs, not little yappy-type dogs.

I transferred registration of my domain to infomaniak which costs about the same per year as it did with my previous domain registrar. The single email address is free on that basis.

You can also get liquors that are aged 25+ years here. Again, it’s hugely expensive because of the outlay vs. return ratio.

It’s not just that, it’s also that alcohol evaporates. I mostly know single malts - where the evaporation is called ‘the angel’s share’. It’s a couple of percent per year of storage (in Scotland). That might not sound like much but after 30 years at 2% you’ll have lost about 45% of your initial volume.

They’re a little pop of salt and acid, so go really well with, eg, oily fish. I make a warm smoked mackeral salad which would be a bit meh without the capers.

Thanks, post edited to include the non-web reference.

Nice one, thanks.

I’ve moved to infomaniak too (also using Thunderbird), though I’ve gone for the first tier of paid account which lets me use my own domain for my email address. Been super happy so far. Instead of [email protected] I now have [email protected]. Which is better. Might cash up to the next tier which will let me have multiple email addresses so I can let the wife and kids share in the glory.

Only downside is iOS so far. I’ve got an iPhone 15 which is less than a year old so I won’t be changing it anytime soon. Sadly Thunderbird doesn’t have an iOS app so I’m using Apple’s own mail app for the moment but I’d love to move to a European email app if there are any on iOS. My next phone probably won’t be an iPhone. Or an Android.

Any suggestions for an iOS European FOSS email app?

Dammit, now I want some haggis.

I saw that in Sheffield in my first year at university there.

Depends on why I’m driving. A regluar rush-hour commute isn’t enjoyable but almost all other driving is. Last year I drove from the UK to San Marino and back - with stops on the way. By the end of the trip I was happy to get home, but I still wanted to do the driving.

A combination of the smells from my grandfather’s shed: sawdust, machine oil and petrol from the lawn mower, freshly cut grass, leather, his pipe tabacco, and just a hint of whisky from the bottle he used to keep in there. He had a couple of old, leather, wing-back chairs in there and sometimes at the weekend after mowing the lawn we’d just sit and talk in his shed for a bit while he smoked his pipe and had a wee dram.

Sadly long gone (he died in the late 80s) but I get hints of it occasionally. Sometimes I’ll smell maybe the lawnmower smells in my own shed and my brain will fill in the rest and I’ll feel small and safe and warm and comfortable just for a moment or two.

Nope. I love warmth and sunlight.

• Summer is best.
• Spring is good because it means awful cold, miserable, grey Winter is over.
• Autumn is next and it’s nice enough but tempered by the terrible knowledge that dull, gloomy, icy Winter is coming.
• Winter is worst. Three fucking months of misery and dejection. Not even Christmas makes up for it.

Hike in the morning, chill and swim in the afternoon.

When do we leave?

You maniac! Always drop to Mater and Pater before you go Mother and Father!

I am instilling in mine 1) a deeply-held belief that their worth is entirely measured by their income, and 2) the unarguable truth that each generation must ensure the comfort and well-being of their parents.

I call it my pension plan.