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The future's so bright I gotta wear shades
Nov. 2nd, 2015 01:51 pmHa! I am stuck in a traffic jam on the way home from Whitby. I'd just dropped ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
davefish off at his workplace when the M1 ground to a complete halt. Handbrake on, then phone out, then engine off.
But I have just discovered that, when I packed the 4G Wi-Fi dongle we've been using this weekend in our cottage, I didn't turn it off. It's sitting in a bag in the boot, providing me with a decent internet connection.
All traffic jams should have Wi-Fi :)
Zelda looks lonely
Oct. 21st, 2011 11:40 amToday's question: Would you, as a pedestrian, expect a cyclist to stop at a zebra crossing?
(Yes, I know a cyclist on a road should behave like traffic and is therefore legally obliged to stop for a zebra[*]. I'm asking about what you expect, in the real world, to actually happen. And what your reaction would be if they were to stop.)
( Black and white )
[*] Checking this morning, I was briefly very confused by the following line in the Highway Code:
Do not ride across a pelican, puffin or zebra crossing. Dismount and wheel your cycle across.
I guess they mean that I must not ride across a zebra in a direction orthogonal to the stripes :)
(Yes, I know a cyclist on a road should behave like traffic and is therefore legally obliged to stop for a zebra[*]. I'm asking about what you expect, in the real world, to actually happen. And what your reaction would be if they were to stop.)
( Black and white )
[*] Checking this morning, I was briefly very confused by the following line in the Highway Code:
Do not ride across a pelican, puffin or zebra crossing. Dismount and wheel your cycle across.
I guess they mean that I must not ride across a zebra in a direction orthogonal to the stripes :)
Public service announcement: if you have a photocard driving licence, check the expiry date on it. It's "4b" on the front ("4a" is date of issue).
A colleague of mine recently tried to hire a car, and was surprised to find his photocard had expired 5 years ago. I checked mine, and despite it having only been issued in January of this year, it runs out in March 2012. We think this is because I didn't supply a new photo when I changed my address with the DVLA, and a photo is only good for ten years. March 2002 sounds a probable date for my first photocard application.
We're not sure whether or not the DVLA will write and tell you when it expires. Presumably they do... so long as they have the correct address for you :)
A colleague of mine recently tried to hire a car, and was surprised to find his photocard had expired 5 years ago. I checked mine, and despite it having only been issued in January of this year, it runs out in March 2012. We think this is because I didn't supply a new photo when I changed my address with the DVLA, and a photo is only good for ten years. March 2002 sounds a probable date for my first photocard application.
We're not sure whether or not the DVLA will write and tell you when it expires. Presumably they do... so long as they have the correct address for you :)
Erase my life like a car crash, baby
Nov. 7th, 2008 09:27 amYesterday I was driving along the A4074 at exactly 50mph (which is dead on the speed limit). One of those speed-sensing signs lit up as I approached, warning me of oncoming bends and the need to slow down.
( I didn't, and survived )
Does anyone know what my subject line is ? I can't place it. Deathboy ? Katscan ?
( I didn't, and survived )
Does anyone know what my subject line is ? I can't place it. Deathboy ? Katscan ?
The comfort and the joy of feeling lost
Aug. 14th, 2007 11:19 amLast week, I embarked on a brave voyage. I'd bought myself a bulky, heavy present on eBay and rather than paying the postage (and, more importantly, risking the PO drop-kicking the thing and breaking it) I elected to go and collect it. It was in London, so I was expecting to catch the tube to visit it. Except it was living in the far reaches of East London, and its owner cited it as rather bulky for carrying any distance. Which meant I drove.
( Driving round London )
( Driving round London )
When I said I was going away this weekend, I got accused of having a social life. Well, kind of - it depends if you count clog dancing conventions in Lancashire as "social life".
( A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam )
After that, it was the long slog back down to Oxford. As reported a week or two ago, my car stereo is a little dicey at present and is declining to play tapes, so I'm listening to the radio. I'd observed on the way up that Virgin (which seems to have a much less interesting music policy now than I remember from ten years ago) just wouldn't stay on station in the north. On the latter stages of my journey north I'd switched to local radio, and stuck with it as I set of south again.
( Oooh, radio. I love my radio )
( A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam )
After that, it was the long slog back down to Oxford. As reported a week or two ago, my car stereo is a little dicey at present and is declining to play tapes, so I'm listening to the radio. I'd observed on the way up that Virgin (which seems to have a much less interesting music policy now than I remember from ten years ago) just wouldn't stay on station in the north. On the latter stages of my journey north I'd switched to local radio, and stuck with it as I set of south again.
( Oooh, radio. I love my radio )
