Da Vinci Code review
I went to see the Da Vinci Code last night.
Unfortunately, I didn't actually get to see the film as there was a massive protest organised by the Catholic Church outside the cinema.
a big surprise
BBC News 24 mistakenly interviewed the wrong man about music downloads. The original news story was funny enough but the actual footage (his face at the start of the interview) is absolutely hilarious. I sincerely hope the BBC reward this gentleman with the job he was applying for.in flight statistics
510 - duration in minutes of the (direct) flight from LHR to SEA 0 (zero) - number of times my immediate neighbour left his seat to stretch his legs, visit the lavatory or chat with his friend in 37B. Truly impressive. 6 - number of times my neighbour politely declined offers of drinks or sustenance from the cabin crew 1029 - number of times the person behind found it necessary to delve into the back seat pocket for his copy of 'High Life', the sick bag or the In Flight Shopping magazine 5 - the number of times the person behind found it necessary to plunge his fist deep and hard into the lower reaches of the back seat pocket. I can only assume he was desperately hunting for his partially completed Green card or putting loose change into the 'Change For Good' envelope. At least, I fervently hope that's what he was doing. However, when you are thoroughly enjoying, and desperately trying not to cry at, 'Brokeback Mountain', any unprovoked assault on this particular area of ones anatomy is most unwelcome.Plagiarism
...begins at home and is often misspelled.
I didn't mind Tom Kyte copying my PhotoBlog idea but now he is using my fantastic, amusing blog entry about the loss of Interweb connectivity in a hotel as a source for inspiration without the courtesy of an attribution or a [Via] reference.
What next ? The 'death' of a domestic rodent ?
If this blatant plagiarism continues, I will be forced to take action.
in flight humour
I enjoyed these quotes from airline staff with a sense of humour (via Tom Kyte). A couple of years ago, I was on a British Airways flight that was making its final approach to some anonymous airport in Scandanavia. Quite suddenly and without any warning, the landing was aborted. The plane stopped descending, quickly started to climb, levelled out and then resumed a familiar, circular holding pattern. I was a little perturbed but no-one else seemed bothered as though this was perfectly normal so I stopped screaming, apologised to my immediate neighbours, dabbed the sweat from my brow with a napkin and picked up my copy of 'High Life'. The pilot announced:'Ladies and Gentlemen. You have probably noticed that we have been unable to land and are in a now holding pattern. This is because the aircraft in front struck a bird during landing and the ground staff are currently clearing the runway of debris so it is safe for us to land. British Airways apologises for the delay to your onward journey and the inconvenience caused. However, please spare a thought for the poor bird.'Of course, the last sentence was my input but what a glorious, wasted opportunity.