I wake up with the very obvious sensation that I’ve eaten far too much pizza. I try and burn the pizza off by cycling, but it doesn’t seem to work. I skip breakfast. Then I pretty much skip lunch as well, unless you count a banana and a scotch egg as lunch.
The ride was actually ok. No repercussions, rib wise, but then I’ve still got to make it home yet.
L’s having another good day. Mad, Oscar award winning, jumping in the canal mad. Oh dear.
Is there anyone else who uses the thisis...co.uk websites?. Both www.thisisnottingham.co.uk and www.thisisderbyshire.co.uk have undergone a shocking makeover. You pull up the new homepages and it makes your eyes bleed. It looks more like the website for a kids TV programme, not for a serious publication.
There are things moving and flashing all over the place but very little content. The front page is way too long and means you have to scroll down for everything. The whole thing puts more emphasis on people’s comments and advertising than the actual news. Which is just so wrong on many levels. I do not wish to read peoples comments, ever. A lesson in how not to do a website.
I’ve seen my visits plummet from daily to once a week at best. Driving me back to the BBC local pages which only ever include half a dozen stories and no way back into the archive other than through google.
Dog training tonight for both dogs. It’s quite a hard session, particularly for the old man. As I try and coax one last run out of him, L suggests that telling him there’s Spag Bol waiting for him might work. It would inspire me, that is, if there’s some for me as well.
(Wednesday 13th July)
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