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Ok, my iPhone seems to stop playing music when I am using email and the notepad too. It’s very annoying and, if anything, it’s getting worse. Do hope they release a patch for it soon to fix that Will also see if restarting it helps. Bit sucky really.

Eggy bread for breakfast tomorrow. For those not in the know, eggy bread is bread that is… well, eggy really.

Take a couple of eggs. Break into a bowl, whisk with a fork, season to taste, take a quarter slice of bead, soak in egg, place in pre heated frying pan. Repeat until no egg is left. After a couple of minutes flip the bread and cook the other side. When both sides are a lovely brown colour it’s done. Place the eggy bread on a plate and serve with barbeque sauce. I generally find 2 eggs per person works well. Enjoy

Yay! Quiet weekend. I don’t have to get up stupidly early for anything, I don’t have to troll round half the country on the joke that is public transport and I only have a few tasks that need to be done on Saturday so I may even get some ‘me’ time on Sunday.

Assuming I ever actually get home tonight (see my previous point about public transport) there will be a requirement for daughters to be locked up in Colchester (actually, don’t lock them up, send them to The Hole In The Wall, seriously, you could do a lot worse than me for a son-in-law ), and much consumption of non-alcoholic beverages (by me at least) . There is a slight problem with unwanted precipitation, but I am sure the weather will be much nicer by the time I go out (if it knows what is good for it).

Ok, most of the niggles with the iPhone I can live with but the annoying tendency for the iPod part to stop playback while surfing the web (or at least using Google Reader) is driving me nuts. If I want to Google read with K.M.F.D.M. playing then I expect to be able to do so. I don’t expect it to cut out after 2 minutes.

Ooh. The person oposite me had an iTouch. Prefer the look of the iPhone plus my shiny is better than his. Wonder if he has issues with surfing and listening

Update: Mr iTouch also has a Sony walkman phone jobby thingy and, ironically enough, is using its headphones on the iTouch. That said, Apple headphones tend to be a bit pants. Anyway, turns out this guy is the most ponderous texter there is. Each button press is long and deliberate, lasting well over a second. I managed to write an entire blog entry and send 2 emails on my phone in the time it took him to send one text! Bet you he’s middle management and is struggling to keep up with the modern world

I am thinking of getting the definition of ‘going postal’ changed. Currently it’s used to describe an individual (usually, but not always, a lower or middle class American worker, but could equally be an American school child), almost certainly a male, going mad and killing lots of colleagues/classmates before killing themselves. Weapon if choice is normally a sword.

I would like to change the term to describe what I want to do to Royal Mail and there complete inability to deliver 2 orders from Amazon and a third delivery which is actually a replacement of the first order. Tomorrow Amazon will he sending a fourth delivery to replace the missing second order. This will result in several hundred quits worth of stuff floating round the postal’ system. If I do not get my 2 orders by Friday I think I’m going to go completely postal.

My hairdresser is jealous of my hair (she’s also very cute )

I met my chickens for the first time this weekend I also held my first two chickens. Cassie was quite docile, Emma got scared, pecked at me and then scratched me when I put her down. I also spend a large portion of the weekend playing tug of war with my step brothers dog (Oakley) and dragging it around on the laminate floor (rather unfair to the dog, but meh ) Still terrified of cows though

OK, while watching top gear and trying to get the idea of Jeremy cupping captain slow’s testicles out of my head I thought I’d post the pictures from Cromer after the storm surge thingy.

So, Cromer; famous seaside town with a nice beach, a pier and (soon) it’s own world class specialist zoo built and run by a world renowned zoologist. All in all it’s a nice little seaside town.

So first off we headed off east (left in the above picture). First off there is the Henry Blogg museum  which had been sand bagged to protect it.

It hadn’t quite worked as there were signs of water damage inside. Still if you looked further along at some of the beach houses there were signs of worse damage.

The promenade didn’t fare quite so well. The stones had been taken up off the edge of it:

It’s surprising the damage wasn’t a little worse when you consider how big those bricks are:

We then decided to head west and see what it was like there. The promenade had faired even worse (bearing in mind this is on top of a 10 foot sea wall and then on the land side of the promenade:

You can’t see it too well on the picture but the water went another 10 or 20ft up the bank. A bit further along signs of proper damage were seen:

But this was just a taster of what was to come. The railings (which are sodding great bits of  iron) took a beating:

Wood didn’t stand a chance. For a moment we thought we’d found all there was to find of hut 91, but we think we found it a bit later:

But the really scary stuff was down the beach a bit  further. The sea had destroyed walls, ripped doors off and emptied the brick huts:

So there you go: the awesome power of the sea. I understand the pier also had quite bad damage from where the sea had knocked some of the floorboards out (and they’re serious bits of wood). No pictures of that unfortunately (the pier was, unsurprisingly, closed). I only wish I was there on the day with my big camera.

To the the twonks out in the park putting graffiti on the path and lurking menacingly in the carpark of the local car sales place:

1) Park is not spelt with a c.  writing ‘Parck’ makes you look like an idiot
2) The police frown on graffiti and tagging. Sticking your full name (including middle names) is a little stupid
3) The things on the walls looking at you in the carpark are CCTV cameras.
4) ‘Fuck the world’ isn’t exactly rebellious.  It sort of lacks finesse and shows you’ve put very little thought into your graffiti.
5) Are you really that bored that you need to hang about in a carpark?

So the bag trick worked, I went to the gym direct of the train and bumped into my neighbour there., which was rather good. I’m still fat