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Cause you can never make too much fun of Hitler for my money.

In other news, I have my India photos ready to go for upload! But it takes a while, and I accidentally kicked my computer and turned if off last night as I was about to upload. So maybe next time!

Tom landed on our door step in early July for some travelling. I had planned to have internet up by his arrival to make planning etc of some travelling easier. But alas, that was not to be (read previous post).

Without internet we had to do things simply. First we went to France (see post below). Upon returning to Oxford, Tom and I started doing day trips and things throughout the days to keep us busy. Kate was busy working, so when the cats away (or at work) the mice will play! We went down to the South East of England where our first stop was Windsor and of course Windsor Castle. This was the second time I’d been to one of the Queens weekend homes, and frankly I enjoyed it as much this time as I did the last time! I think my highlight is the “collection” of stuff on display. Most notably the bullet that killed Lord Trafalger and a red cape found in the carriage that Napolean fled from after his defeat at Waterloo!

After Windsor we made a bee-line to Brighton. Tom and I indulged in fish and chips as you have to when in Brighton. We then started looking for accommodation. It was a Wednesday night at about 9pm and we had no clues as to where we should stay. Well a quick call to Kate (back in Oxford) and she checked out some places in the lonely planet which we had conveniently left at home. We eventually checked into a *cheap* hotel - right up my alley! I think it was cheap ’cause it was above a night club. The club didn’t close until 3 am… Then the revelers continued to stand in the streets and yell at one another… Still it was cheap! and the following morning we had a full cooked breakfast. Cheap I tell you! I managed to sleep OK thanks to my trusty ear plugs. Never leave home without them, espeically when you are sharing a room with Tom. zzzzzzz (get the point?)

After Brighton we headed towards Hastings and the location of the battle of Hastings (1066). Funnily enough, the battle of Hastings took place in a place called “Battle”. I know our forefathers weren’t too bright, but you’d reckon that they’d be smart enough to steer away from a place called “Battle” ’cause you can guess what’s going to happen if you take your army there!

A quck history lesson… the battle of Hastings was between the Norman King William the conqueror and King Harold (of England). Turns out that when King Edward the confessor (the previous King of England) was on his death bed, he told Harold to go to William in France (Normandy) and inform him that Edward wished he, William, to suceede him as King of England. Harold, being a little industrious decided to take the English throne for himself. Well, when William found out, he wasn’t that happy… so he orded a huge fleet of ships to be constructed so he could go to England and have a word with Harold. Needless to say he did OK, hence why he was called “William the conqueror”. At the sight of the battle William (after winning) ordered the erection of a church etc to commerate the battle. Good stuff! (any history buffs, please correct me if I’m wrong!)

We then travelled to Bodium Castle (see pic below) which was the home of a Knight adventurer (a bloke who goes about gathering money for his own end). He built this place to let all the locals know who was boss in his area… Oh and he married the local lord’s daughter to cement the deal. Supposedly he got sick of England though, and returned to France… lovely place though!!

More to come…

Some pictures here!!!

The mega coffee giant Starbucks puts their tail between their legs and heads back to Seattle.

Yay!

Aussies want real coffee, not double decaff frappicino crap!

I assume I’m not the only one to point this out, but why does the phrase “sleeping like a baby” still exist?

Does it refer to the crying in bed, or the stop-go nature of the sleep?  Or does it refer to the restless legs and shifting in bed?  Or maybe the inevitable waking with a wet diaper?

Help me out here.

I know that most houses in developed nations have internet, but if you have had to listen to my diatribe about the trouble that I’ve had getting our new flat connected, you’ll know where I’m coming from.  It has taken 7 weeks!  I think most of the time taken was due to the lovely ability British Telco’s/ISP’s have of

1) losing your application

2) getting your application wrong (ie installing it at someone else’s house)

3) cancelling your order because they didn’t think you wanted it

4) promising they can connect you when they can’t then

and 

5) failing to tell you that they can’t until you hound them

If you want to know more, ask me, I’m happy to tell!!

As for the connection… i’ll let you know how good it is when I have time to sit down and download!  I will also  get some photos up for  the travelling I did with Tom and our quick trip to Oz. 

So, my bike was stolen tonight.

The usual hatred, anger, bitterness towards the usual suspects. I give up.

If you see an orange Brodie Force mountain bike being ridden by a bum, try to run them over for me.

Dear SlantyK, thanks for reminding me about Dr Horrible, another Joss Whedon production.  We watched it over a couple of sittings — good stuff.  I’ve got the soundtrack running in my head, which is Horrible (pun intended) because as usual, I only remember short snippets of songs and end up humming the balance.

In return, I encourage you to check out the Dr Horrible comic.

Joss Whedon is my master now.