mostly david ephgrave

I'm absolutely shattered today. I don't know what's going on. I don't seem to be able to catch up. I even had to have a little power-nap in the afternoon, before meeting up with my friend Steve for a truncated ve rsion of one of our 'Old Man Pub Crawls'. I probably made for quite a sight, asleep on the sofa with the cat on my lap. Seldom will one creature snooze on another in the wild, so I don't know why it's acceptable in my house.  Thankfully, today hasn't been particularly busy, save the frantic tweeting of pictures to accompany this week's episode of In Your Inner Ear, which we recorded on Thursday. I started out with the intention of doing some housework, but that didn't happen. My power-nap helped me perk up a little bit, but I'm now back to my exhausted self. I'm struggle to stay awake as I write this, so I can't imagine it will make riveting reading.  ‎ I enjoyed listening to tonight's In Your Inner Ear...

It goes to show just how much the Internet rots your brain that when I saw the word ‘tumbler’ in a recipe this evening, my first thought was, “Well, that’s spelt wrong”. What’s more worrying is when I wrote the above sentence, I made the same mistake again; so even though I’m sitting at my computer with the express purpose of writing a blog about my tumbler / Tumblr confusion, I'd (1) already forgotten my intended subject mid-sentence, and (2) had misremembered the spelling of the word once again; you wouldn’t think I have an A at A-level English. Where will this unintentional dropping of Es from my everyday life end? Will I find myself in the market for a new coffee grindr? Will I settle down in front of the TV at 7:35am this Sunday to watch an ITV4 repeat of the George Cole vehicle Mindr? I n years to come will I be plagued with a rapidly weakening bladdr? Just be grateful I haven’t resorted to writing in text-speak; if I ever do that, you c...

I spend most of my time leaping from one Wi-Fi signal to another. It’s like an addiction: I MUST HAVE FREE INTERNET. I’m like a monkey swinging through the trees; though in my case, the vines have been replaced with iCloud, 02 and BT Openzone. It’s a clunky simile that almost works. It doesn’t help that the Doggett & Ephgrave office doesn’t have a hub of its own. We’re both with BT, so have opted to just use their hotspots (“…and what is a hotspot not?”). This is fraught with pitfalls. Yoghurt pots connected by string offer a more reliable service. I open my laptop each day, hoping for the best. It’s the same when I’m out and about. One of the first things I’ll do on entering a public building is attempt to connect their wireless. I’m not the only one to do this. It’s become a part of most people’s routine. While the prevalence of free Wi-Fi is convenient, there’s a hidden expense. It affects face-to-face communication. Watching...