Another triplet of cuts...
Jan. 13th, 2003 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaWant to know how to disrupt utterly a room full of people, using nothing more than a tub of Pringles ?
Challenge someone to fit an entire Pringle into their mouth, between their lips and their teeth, without it breaking. (It is possible: portrait is easy, landscape is more difficult).
I'm not sure quite what it is about challenges like this. Someone mentions it, and suddenly everyone in the room is reaching for the Pringles, and making complete idiots of themselves.
Today, my mobile did something (briefly) that I didn't think was possible.
Today I picked up my new mobile. (People who care: my number hasn't changed.) I'm changing networks, from a Virgin pay-as-you-go phone to a Vodafone contract. The chap in the shop told me I'd know that my new phone would be working because my old one would stop.
And he was kind of right. But my old phone continued to do outgoing calls for some time after it stopped receiving incoming ones.
So, if I used oldphone to ring newphone, by dialling my own number, it worked. But the number displayed on newphone as the caller was also my own number...
Yesterday included another of Andrew Duncan's walks through London.
It was meant to be the Lambeth to Embankment Walk, but if you follow the route backwards instead of forwards, manage to get yourself locked out of one of the parks because it's dark, and then decide the end looks dull and go to the pub instead, I'm not sure you can really be said to have done the walk, as such.
Still, we trotted up one side of the Thames to Lambeth, then back down through Whitehall. Which was great, actually, as I've not really seen all the famous bits of Whitehall before. And the views up and down the Thames, particularly at sunset and dusk, when things are starting to light up, are really quite impressive. I should do it again with a camera.
I was also quite impressed by the memorial to Arthur Sullivan in Embankment Gardens, which I think displays remarkable humour for a Victorian-era tribute.
Good conversation, nice beer and a moping nymph. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon...
Challenge someone to fit an entire Pringle into their mouth, between their lips and their teeth, without it breaking. (It is possible: portrait is easy, landscape is more difficult).
I'm not sure quite what it is about challenges like this. Someone mentions it, and suddenly everyone in the room is reaching for the Pringles, and making complete idiots of themselves.
Today, my mobile did something (briefly) that I didn't think was possible.
Today I picked up my new mobile. (People who care: my number hasn't changed.) I'm changing networks, from a Virgin pay-as-you-go phone to a Vodafone contract. The chap in the shop told me I'd know that my new phone would be working because my old one would stop.
And he was kind of right. But my old phone continued to do outgoing calls for some time after it stopped receiving incoming ones.
So, if I used oldphone to ring newphone, by dialling my own number, it worked. But the number displayed on newphone as the caller was also my own number...
Yesterday included another of Andrew Duncan's walks through London.
It was meant to be the Lambeth to Embankment Walk, but if you follow the route backwards instead of forwards, manage to get yourself locked out of one of the parks because it's dark, and then decide the end looks dull and go to the pub instead, I'm not sure you can really be said to have done the walk, as such.
Still, we trotted up one side of the Thames to Lambeth, then back down through Whitehall. Which was great, actually, as I've not really seen all the famous bits of Whitehall before. And the views up and down the Thames, particularly at sunset and dusk, when things are starting to light up, are really quite impressive. I should do it again with a camera.
I was also quite impressed by the memorial to Arthur Sullivan in Embankment Gardens, which I think displays remarkable humour for a Victorian-era tribute.
Good conversation, nice beer and a moping nymph. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon...
