Sunday, 18 February 2007

Homesick, for elsewhere

There's a new pizza place down the road. Or an old pizza place with a new menu. Or an old pizza place with an old menu that they've stuck 'New' all over. I'm not sure.

What I am sure of is that, when Kate read the menu, I got really homesick for Philadelphia. Which is kinda odd, seeing as I only lived there for two years.

The menu in question was mexican (who on earth would eat a pizza with fajhita strips and gucamole on it?) and the merest mention of soft-cheese stuff jalpeno peppers got me thinking of Chaucer's Bar and the Monday night game. Then I started thinking about the food trucks at Penn. and buritos and those magic meatball sandwiches with cheese.

You can read about some of these places at Those Phildelphians out there are welcome to add comments of their own.

Excuse me. I need to go and eat something. With cheese.

Thursday, 8 February 2007

Not dead. Yet.

The lack of recent activity round here has nothing, really, to do with our engagement. I mean, Kate and I have been doing fun things(TM) but this hasn't taken my away for long enough to excuse the lack of e-mail and journalism of late. Rather, I've been sitting in front of a computer all day, every day, at work, and it isn't an inspiring setting to wax lyrical about things of minor interest.

So what has happened? Well, life goes on and our (UK) GHG emissions have gone down. Or rather, they went down by 3 million tonnes of carbon dioxide equivalent or so between 2004 and 2005. Which was nice.

Outside of work it is snowy, there are lovely beer festivals, exciting parties and fun games. I like Puerto Rico.

Oh, and England won two cricket matches, which was perhaps the most remarkable thing of all.

No date yet. We aren't talking about that kind of thing for a while, do don't ask.