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Well, the hub at home imploded last week, so I can't update this thing from home - or do some other stuff either. I really need to get lynx sorted out on the routing machine. Things'd be fine then. I've had problems with the phone line, as well, but of course they cleared up as soon as I'd arranged for someone to come out and look at it.

In other news, I got a ticket for the Folk festival. Handily, this is a week before Cropredy and featuring such well-known folk icons as Billy Bragg, Joe Strummer and Chumbawamba. I was wondering after that if it's the same weekend as bicon, but it's two weeks earlier. Bigger news was that last week Dave at work (who really deserves further explanation) managed to get, at very short notice, four tickets to the recording of ISIHAC last night in Leicester. So it was me, him, Wendy that we share a lab with, and her bloke (also called Dave, just to avoid confusion). The guest was Jeremy Hardy, whose singing is fast becoming a national institution. The highlight was A Day In The Life Of Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen - I laughed until I very nearly puked. The pain was quite considerable.

Also (and finally, this time), Jerry Sadowitz is back on the telly. A new series of the Gerry Attrick show's been running for at least two weeks and maybe longer. I saw it on Saturday (Channel 5) with some friends who'd dropped round, and I think they were as surprised as I was to see what sort of thing is broadcastable these days. Oddly, he seems to have discarded the audience this time. Still, it all worked quite well.

Update : hub, and various.

Well, it arrived exactly when promised, in a box about fifty times larger than the actual component and about fifteen times larger than the maker's box. The difference was made up with jumbo bubblewrap. Truly it is a hub of much grooviness, though, and I'm well pleased. The postie had a handheld touchscreen thing to take signatures with. My first attempt didn't register, and the second crashed the machine so badly he couldn't even reboot and had to fetch the backup paper forms for me to sign. I've had my handwriting criticised before, but never in such sincere terms.

Graham B made up some Calling flyers, and Sarah and I went down to the Junction to flyer people coming out of the All About Eve concert. Except that the bastards finished at half-ten to make sure we were late. Scumbags. Just for that, I'll point out once again that the last time I saw them they were chiefly memorable for their interminable guitar solos - they were at the same festival as Robert Plant's pub band composed of his mates. Plant apologised for the self-indulgent fretfrottage of his guitarist, but AAE were far far worse.

Arse. Still, at said festival, they played Martha's Harbour twice - once as a soundcheck and once in their set. And as I was working security, I got to hang around at the stagefront for the soundcheck.

Another thing I'd like to point out is that on Friday my boss offered me a courgette plant. Certain people will find this fairly amusing, and bootpunk will probably think that it's very special indeed.