Archive for January, 2007

Conversion experience 2

Wednesday January 31 2007

Mac advertsBlogs here and here drew my attention to the new Mac adverts, which are currently doing the rounds. There’s similar adverts on lots of bus shelters in the west end which I noticed in the last couple of days.

They’re very funny, very simple and very hard-hitting explorations of the differences between PCs and Macs. While they’re clearly biased, they do make valid points - from what I’ve read and heard, and the little I’ve played with them, Macs really are better in that they’re easier, more reliable, safer, and just generally… better.

I’ve yet to make the jump, although I’m thinking more and more that I will do when/if my current computer bytes the dust (see what I did there?). It’s a Tiny laptop, and is ticking over nicely just now, but is showing some signs of age in its physical state and computery performance.

The more I hear about Macs, the more I am persuaded… although not being a techie, I do struggle to make sense of the language used in the Mac v PC debate. Which is why these adverts are useful in that they illustrate (what Apple sees as) the difference in layman’s terms.

Wow. Check me, talking about computers - what a nerd.

Next thing, I’ll be starting a blog…

Another famous person

Friday January 26 2007

Richard Gough spotted on Byres Road today. He didn’t notice me.

Not that he let on, anyway.

Glasgow keeps moving

Tuesday January 23 2007

War memorial and city chambers, GlasgowMy friend Mike, who I stayed with just before Christmas, is down from Inverness, and so I went to meet him this evening after work.

I took him for a wee tour, starting with a pint in the Merchant City. Only Glasgow’s historic yet trendy quarter had moved: the entire area wasn’t quite where it was supposed to be. I found it in the end though, taking Mike to a different pub from what I had intended because things didn’t seem how I recalled.

After that we went off to get a bite to eat, aiming for Ichiban, a Japanese restaurant in the city centre. That too had moved, and wasn’t on the street I recall it being when I was last there. So we went to a nearby Chinese instead.

Then it was time for a nightcap, and I thought that on a Tuesday night somewhere like Molly Malone’s might be good - quiet, comfortable, and Irish without being cheesily so. Can you guess the next bit? Yup, it wasn’t there either, and we had a pint in a pub called Atholl’s, where I could have sworn Malone’s once stood.

I really don’t go into the city centre that much, and so it gets confusing when things move around when I’m not there, like staircases in Hogwart’s. Maybe it’s just too big for the likes of me to cope with. Or maybe I just have a poor memory and sense of direction.

Whatever it is, I think I’m best off sticking with the west end…

The mysteries of Luss

Saturday January 20 2007

AnimalToday was the second time I went on one of the St Silas Deathmarches. Like my first time, the hillwalk was tough - 11 miles, freezing cold, lots of wind and rain, and huge amounts of snow especially on higher ground.

We walked the length of a glen near Luss, in the Trossachs, then came back via a ridge of mountains encircling it from which there were grand views all the way back to Loch Lomond.

The snow made it hard-going, but there are some good photos as a result.

Two things to run past you all, though. The first was an animal we saw in a field on our way out (see above). It had the shape of a deer, but its coat seemed too thick and the wrong colour. It rather reminded us of a llama without a neck (not, admittedly, a frequent sight for any of us). Any suggestions?

FaceSecondly, near the summit of the far end of the mountain range there was a most surreal phenomenon - the appearance of a face in the rocks. It looked a lot flatter close up from the side, but from this distance it was striking.

As we came over a hill and were confronted with it, it was something of a surreal, and even slightly spooky moment because it looked just so convincing - like Mount Rushmore meets pagan mountain-worship, or something.

I am sure there must be some legends or old stories about it, but I can’t remember the name of the particular mountain and I can’t be bothered looking it up because I am shattered. So… anyone got any light to shed?

The Falkland Islands

Thursday January 18 2007

Falkland Islands mapJust a few minutes ago, the Anita Annand show on Radio Five Live mentioned that the Falkland Islands are seeking a General Manager for its Tourist Board.

So the show (of which I’m a big fan) is asking for suggestions this evening for how the Falklands could be better marketed for tourism. The suggestions are along listeners’ usual quirky lines, such as a haven for English cricket fans.

I’ve not bothered texting in to say that surely the biggest reason to visit is that it boasts its very own Mullet Creek - as confirmed to me some months ago by the delightfully-named Penguin News.

But listening to the show and browsing all these links are definitely making me excited about getting out there.

Somehow.

Surviving Ryanair

Tuesday January 16 2007

Ryanair at PrestwickAfter a fun weekend in Dublin, I’m pleased to report that Ryanair passed muster after my first flight with them.

Things worked smoothly and efficiently, the flights were on time, and there were no unpleasant surprises. It was just like EasyJet, only less orange.

Oh, and Neil Lennon was on the plane back, sitting just behind me. He wasn’t playing at the weekend because he was suspended, so had gone to Ireland for the weekend. At least that’s what I overheard him telling a bunch of neds who were swarming round him like flies. So it’s nice to know that it’s not just Concorde that gets celebrity endorsement, but low-cost services like Ryanair too.

He didn’t seem to recognise me. Not that he let on, anyway.

Weekend in Dublin

Friday January 12 2007

Tomorrow I’m off to Dublin to see a friend for the weekend. It’s a Ryanair flight, and I’m looking forward to flying with them for the first time. I’ve heard very constrasting things about them from friends and the media, and will be interested to discover whether they are a bunch of money-grabbing crooks or are providing a great low-cost service to the masses.

In their favour my flight is costing so little they’re practically paying me to fly with them. They do charge to put luggage in the hold, however, which means I have to take everything in my carry-on. Not a problem, it only being a short trip. It’s that the current security advice is more or less that if I take any toiletries as carry-on, the whole plane will instantly blow up and kill us all. So I suspect I will just taking a change of clothes and my toothbrush, and end up smelling for the weekend.

And now that I’ve used the words “plane”, “blow up” and “kill” in the one blog entry, a big hello to the security services operative who will be reading this. Nice of you to pop by.

Smith’s Walte-face

Wednesday January 10 2007

BBC News imageAfter a few days’ dithering and contractual wrangling, Walter Smith has finally quit his job as Scotland manager and has now become manager of Rangers. This despite Scotland’s best performances in years, with a rejuvenated national side under Smith standing atop their European Championship qualifying group.

Like many other Scottish football fans I am somewhat angry - he left his contract early (the SFA is now justifiably taking legal action), he abandoned Scotland at a crucial and exciting time, and above all he’s effectively declared that the Rangers job is bigger than the Scotland job, to which he wasn’t all that dedicated to in the first place.

So much for the adulation the Tartan Army held Uncle Walt in. Loyalty, it seems, counts for nothing. I hope that just like when Craig Brewster left Inverness for Dundee United, Smith finds that the grass is not always greener (or bluer, in this case) on the other side.

Bitter acrimony aside, who should replace him? A few folk are talking about Alex MacLeish, but I’d be in favour of George Burley, albeit that I doubt he’d go. He did phenomenal things at Hearts until Vladimir Romanov went bonkers, and worked there with some of the backbone of the Scottish team (Pressley, Hartley, Gordon). He knows the Scottish game, knows the Scottish players, and knows how to get them playing together to an exceptional level.

And after the atrocious treatment by Hearts of Burley, it would be nice to see him achieving things over a few years for some appreciative employers. Though I doubt he’d move - he’s currently managing in the English Premiership. And if the Scotland job’s not good enough for the new Rangers manager, I’m sure it won’t be for Burley.

Shame, really. Is it bye-bye to our qualification hopes?

Tourism, Soviet-style

Tuesday January 9 2007

A friend recently came into possession of a set of 1960s tourist guides to the Soviet Union - there’s one for each of the 15 republics. I borrowed the Latvia guide, having visited the country in October and written my undergraduate dissertation about it back in uni.

Cover of Latvia guidebookThe Soviets were, it seemed, keen on tourism - presumably as long as you weren’t a spy and didn’t ask too many questions, and even then I bet they kept a close watch over you.

The book, published by the Novosti press agency, is a fascinating historical artefact and example of Soviet propaganda. It has, as you can see, a picture of a remarkably colourful-looking Riga on the cover, and goes into great detail about the country.

As you might imagine, it contains more than a little bias - the history section (entitled “Through Centuries to Freedom”) explains how Latvia’s short-lived inter-war democracy was usurped by “bourgeois nationalists… their regime gradually degenerating into a fascist dicatorship“, the people eventually turning to the USSR who generously agreed to the Latvians’ request to join the Soviet Union.

However, the guide goes on to explain, Latvia has since flourished, with a new Soviet constitution which “gurantees its citizens the rights to work, education and leisure, and the freedoms of the press, assembly and street procession” and “full freedom of conscience and religious worship“. Not quite how I recall the fascinating Museum of Occupation in Riga putting it.

It is faintly accurate, however, in its descriptions of old town Riga and the architectural heritage inspired by such cities as Paris. But the best bits of the guide are the great detail offered on the industrial and commercial development of Latvia’s economy.

The agriculture section makes particularly fascinating reading. For instance we are told that Latvian farms have “about 4,000 tractors, about 800 grain harvester combines, 1,300 lorries, 3,200 tractor-drawn ploughs, 2,100 seed drills, 4,300 cultivators, 1,900 mineral fertilizer spreaders and many other farm instruments.”

And if that’s not enough, “Today Latvia’s farms have 1,100 excavators, including 580 chain-bucket excavators, more than 700 bulldozers and many other machines, while the state bears the entire cost of soil drainage and liming.”

That’s got to count as one of the more original and detailed aspects I’ve seen in a guidebook’s country profile.

Lonely Planet it ain’t.

101 Things To Do To Improve Communion

Sunday January 7 2007

I was back at St Silas this morning for the first time in nearly a month. It was a lovely service and a great chance to catch up with people and get back into the swing of things.

We celebrated (observed?) communion, and because I have a few squint teeth at the back of my mouth, I spent the latter part of the service attempting to pick dry bread from some really hard to reach gaps in my mouth.

I always reckon that besides the folk dishing out the bread and wine, there should be a third person giving out toothpicks. Either that or we should be allowed to swill and spit when it comes to the wine.

But it got me thinking. How could we improve the delivery of the sacraments? Between the readers of this blog, I’m sure there must be plenty ideas. 101, in fact…

  1. Give out toothpicks to help people who have bread stuck between their teeth.
  2. Offer a bucket for those who want to swill and spit their wine.
  3. Have individually wrapped sachets of butter to go with the bread.
  4. Use Irn Bru instead of wine.
  5. Encourage people to come in fancy dress. Extra wine for the best costumes.
  6. Issue a health warning beforehand - “Transubstantiation does not mean the church endorses cannibalism”
  7. Replace bread with tapas, so people have a wider choice of nibbles.
  8. If you use wafers, have a competition to see whose can last longest without chewing.
  9. Distribute the bread pantomime-style, by throwing it at the congregation from the pulpit.
  10. Have small gas stoves on the communion table for those who prefer mulled wine and croutons.