Category Archives: London

A foggy day in London town

This picture has pretty much repeated all through August and now into September.

Lovin' it

Quiz: why is there a grey cloud at 22:00?

(hint: sunset is at 19:31)


The worse of Britain

One big reason why I’m on my way outta here…, again…, never, ever, ever to return … for longer than a few days…, go on, a week max…

The reason? The BBC of course. Pathetic, apologetic, irrelevant finally.

BE A PLAYER

This picture was taken yesterday (Saturday) morning, at Picadilly Circus. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s from my shitty mobile phone of course, hence the superior quality…

Be a player

Picadilly Circus, London, 2nd Oct. 2010

Bodog is the company I worked for in Málaga. On my first week there, I went for lunch with some of my then new colleagues and ended up sitting across from a Swedish guy, who was pretty high up in the company, and was one in the long list of my superiors, to whom I on occasion was required to report directly to, despite the software company (as you can see here on my friends and former colleagues Christo’s blog) advertising itself as having a flat management structure…

So, anyway, I was chatting to my new boss and he asked me what I was hired to do at the company (Riplife Gaming Technologies) and I told him I was going to work developing the C++/MFC poker front end. I asked him what he does and he said… “Well, basically, I’m a player”. I immediately thought “wow, and a wanker to boot”, I mean, who calls themselves a Player? As it turns out, he meant he was a poker player (a professional one) who got involved in the online poker software racket because of his expertise. As it also turns out, he wasn’t a wanker, but a nice guy and his use of the word was just a misinterpretation from me.

In that case, what does the ad “BE A PLAYER” mean? Oh, I get it, it’s from the  clever marketing people in Canada. It has both meanings. They are fucken’ awesome these marketing people, I’m glad we’ve still got them and they didn’t heed Bill Hicks’ advice.

The best of Britain III (2010 edition)

Back in London, for the foreseeable future. Gotta enjoy what there is here and it’s not the weather, neither the food.

I had never heard of this guy, Micky Flanagan, until today, but he’s good. And this routine is pretty apt for me right now.

And this one is just fucken’ funny. Respect!

Friday the 13th, August 2010

Woke up yesterday in Edinburgh and the temperatures read: Edinburgh 14, Málaga 33, London 15… Got back to Málaga in the evening and went to a friends leaving do, with a bunch of people from my previous company, in Los Alamos, just before Torremolinos, in a chiringuito (a beach bar), drinking on the sand until 1 in t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops… I’m gonna miss this place…

Probably moving back to London, for a bit…  Here’s a great interview with one of my heroes, John Pilger, in London:

Oh, and I am also going to password protect this blog because I’m tired of people searching for “prostitutes in Bariloche” and “Greece porn” ending up on my totally kosher wholesome pages.

Fcukin’ Clown

True story:

This clown saw me walking in London and went to wherever it is you go, and said: “Make me like him!”. Then he got this gig with fcuk. And I’m getting fcuk all for it. Should I sue?

Time Stand Still

I turn my back to the wind, to catch my breath before I start off again. Driven on without a moment to spend, to pass an evening with a drink and a friend. I let my skin get too thin, I’d like to pause no matter what I pretend, like some pilgrim who learns to transcend, learns to live as if each step was the end. Time stand still, I’m not looking back but I want to look around me now. Time stand still, see more of the people and the places that surround me now. Time stand still. Freeze this moment a little bit longer. Make each sensation a little bit stronger. Experience slips away… experience slips away… Time stand still!

I turn my face to the sun, I close my eyes, I let my defenses down. All those wounds that I can’t get unwound. I let my past go too fast, no time to pause, if I could slow it all down, like some captain whose ship runs aground I can wait until the tide comes around. Time stand still, I’m not looking back but I want to look around me now. Time stand still, see more of the people and the places that surround me now. Time stand still. Freeze this moment a little bit longer. Make each sensation a little bit stronger.
Experience slips away… experience slips away… Time stand still!

Summer’s going fast, nights growing colder. Children growing up, old friends growing older. Freeze this moment a little bit longer, make each sensation a little bit stronger. Experience slips away… Experience slips away…