Archives for the 'Information' Category
Is it time?
By the time you look at this, you’ll probably know. On Venice Beach, CA.
And your Duathlon time is…
Cursed, I tell you, cursed! After being 12 seconds over three hours for the London Triathlon, now I’m six second over two hours for the London Duathlon. Sigh.
And just to rub salt into the wound, ‘the system’ texted the same result to me 27 times!
I’m not dead, just not posted here for a while due to various work and sporting commitments. My sports year in review to come very soon…
Only in America part 2
Only in America part 1
Ben Folds at The Paradiso, Amsterdam
Dear Readers (as Pat would say)
Yes, it’s been far too long since I last posted anything. My only excuse is that I have another 15,000 kms to cover this month. For now a quick shot from the carbon footprint I left in Amsterdam this weekend.
More soon.
Fahrenheit 451
I’ve not been in these parts for ages thanks to the often welcome pleasures of real life and work life. There’s plenty to show and tell but you’ll have to bear with me as I work through it.
Meanwhile, as I discussed with Pat recently, there’s no point posting useless self-indulgent stuff on a website for the sake of it. Who cares a jot? On the otherhand I do spend random moments of my day hopping around the internet on aimless errands of discovery which occasionally turn up gems of delight. Rather than dump them here, I’ve been dropping little bits and pieces into a Tumblelog. Although I tend to forget to do it.
Anyhow, if the fancy takes you then pop over to Fahrenheit 451 (don’t ask) and see what I’ve tripped over.
Trente ans en les cartes postale
Recently my naughty little sister turned thirty. Rather than buy some naff and expensive gift, she received a wheelbarrow and these thirty individual postcards.
Created in photoshop and printed via the slightly over-priced moo.com, I think the results are rather neat. You can see the originals here.
IKEA Croydon Customer Services Manager
I toyed with the idea of letting you read the entire letter sent to IKEA regarding their atrocious delivery service and how they lost my kitchen, but it would be a waste of five minutes of your life. Instead, here’s information for the greater good of the world.
If you are having trouble with customer service issues at the Croydon branch, you might be interested to know that the Customer Service Manager’s name is Martin Keay. And that you can email him at MARTIN.KEAY@memo.ikea.com . And that you can telephone him on the store’s directline, 020 8781 5000.
I also have his mobile number but, well, it’d be wrong to publish that here. Wouldn’t it?
Once you reach dire straits and find that only a fax to the UK MD will get things sorted, why not give Martin a call… don’t tell him you found his details here! But I’d be interested to know if they’re helpful.
Good luck.
I shouldn’t be this excited…
…about a weekend away, but I’m craving some warm sunshine. The chance to tag on the holiday of friends is too good to miss. It has been a miserable summer.
I procrastinated
And, whilst I kept to my photo a day (most of the time), was too busy/lazy to post them here. Untilt I get my act together here’s the plastic grass Theatre Garden outside the National Theatre on Friday evening.
The promenade show wasn’t so good in my uneducated opinion.
