Pete Lambert

bikecheckonetwoonetwo: One day. this just looks awesome.

Sun, 12 Sep 2010 22:49:50 +0100

One day.

this just looks awesome.

dp-illustrations: Singlespeed - retro bike poster by Dirk...

Mon, 09 Aug 2010 12:02:00 +0100

Singlespeed - retro bike poster by Dirk Petzold Illustrations

You can buy this fixie bicycle print on: http://www.dp-illustrations.com

And I just might.

Rear wheel fail

Fri, 06 Aug 2010 14:19:11 +0100

Oh man, I’m sore today. I had a bit of an incident last night while out on my bike. Really, it’s the back end (hopefully) of a long story about the back wheel of my bike.

I bought my Trek 1.5 racing bike about 14 months ago now. In that 14 months I’ve had to have the rear wheel back into the shop five times to be fixed. Four of those times have been with a snapped spoke, the other time I’d managed to stop just before the spoke went. The wheel’s been completely rebuilt with new spokes twice. After the last time I snapped a spoke (at the top of Sutton Bank with @shunty75 - a 25% descent that’s great fun when your wheels are round) I decided enough was enough and that I needed to ditch this wheel and get a new, stronger wheel hand built for me.

My local bike shop were brilliant about this, ,as they always are and agreed to build me a new wheel at cost, given all the trouble I’d had previously. A Mavic Open Sport on Shimano 105 hub with 36 DT spokes. It should have been bombproof.

I’ve waited a long time for this wheel. Not just the month that it took for the parts to arrive and the shop to build it, but I’ve had a year of not being happy or feeling particularly safe on my stock Bontrager wheel, always fearing that there’d be a ping and I’d be stranded 50 miles from home with a wheel that looked like a Pringle. So when I got the call that it was built I excitedly walked the 3 miles to pick it up. (I would have ridden to get it on my singlespeed but I didn’t want to risk damaging it if something happened while I was carrying it back). I left the shop with a grin on my face and even tweeted:

Just picked up my new rear wheel from York Cycleworks. It is ace. Loads of spokes. This one won’t fail.

I put on my cassette and fitted my brand new Maxxis Detonator tyres. I tweaked my gears so that everything was shifting smoothly and set out on the bike to meet Lee for a quick 50 miler. I managed half a mile, and I was lucky.

Spinning along at about 25mph, warming up my legs I heard a brushing noise. I recognised the noise, having had so many bendy back wheels in the past year and just as I realised what was going on the back wheel went bang as the tyre blew out. The rim, snapped on the weld, locked into the brakes and the tyre shredded as I slid along on the metal rim.

Time seemed to slow down and I found myself weighing up my options. I could ditch into the bushes, or I could try and bring this thing to a stop while staying upright. Unfortunately at that point time sped up again and the back of the bike slid out from underneath me and I went skidding across the road on my right elbow and my backside.

Before I even realised the blood or the bruises, all I could feel was rage. I was so angry that whatever had just happened had happened. Why my bad luck? Although really, I could have been a lot less lucky. If I’d been half a mile further on the road I would have been on York’s outer ring road. If I’d been half an hour earlier I’d have been in commuter traffic. If I’d got further into the ride I could have been coming down Terrington Bank at 60mph.

A car pulled up alongside me with two older women in it. One wound down her window, noticed how angry I looked and wound it back up before shouting “Are you alright, love? Do you need an ambulance?” through it.

The next car to stop (as I was still sitting on the ground, swearing) produced an old gentleman who told me that he used to do a lot of cycling and that at one point he was a member of the CTC. “Fantastic”, I responded as I bled and winced, lifting my bike onto the pavement.

Lee came to pick me up and we dropped my bike off at home before taking the Dawes up to his garage/workshop to spend the rest of the evening tinkering with that.

I woke up this morning feeling very uncomfortable, aching all over, tired from having woken up every time I caught my elbow on the sheets, and knowing that I’d have to get a bus to the bike shop to sort this mess out.

Thankfully they were very apologetic, as were Mavic when they called them to complain about the rim. This time next week I should be riding around on a much tougher OpenPro rim. That one shouldn’t fail. Should it?

So now I have to pick myself up, get over the (relatively minor) injuries and hopefully, soon, get back on the bike.

Multi-Safari

Mon, 02 Aug 2010 10:21:06 +0100

Multi-Safari:

Run multiple standalone versions of Safari for testing

Five days in London

Sun, 13 Jun 2010 21:28:00 +0100

I’m tapping this post into my iPhone from the train waiting at platform 4, Kings Cross Station as I make the trip back to York after an immense five days in the capital staying with my brother James and his lovely wife, Cris.

I made the trip down on Wednesday evening to attend the Web Directions @media conference, of which I’ve been a part on numerous occasions since it’s inception in 2005. It’s always an enjoyable event, not least because of the normally stellar line-up of speakers but also because of the people. I’ve made good friends here in the past and it’s always nice to revisit those friendships in person (the web is often too distant) and to make new friends.

This year’s @media, now presided over by it’s new foster parents, Web Directions’ John Alsopp and Maxine Sherrin, certainly didn’t disappoint. In a year where CSS3, HTML5 and Javascript are breaking into the mainstream press, let alone into the toolboxes of even some of the most conservative web designers, the theme of the event and of the individual presentations was very well judged.

I’m not going to go into masses of detail on the conference content other than to say that my personal highlights included Simon Willison’s session on Crowdsourcing (surprising and inspiring), Mark Boulton’s Designing Grid Systems (so, so useful — I came away feeling scolded), Andy Clarke’s Hardboiled Web Design (It’s Malarkey, I always enjoy Malarkey), Aral (inspiring) and more than any other, Relly’s Microcopy presentation (hilarious, beautifully designed and delivered, incredibly useful).

The easy-going receptions after each day were a welcome change from the standard conference ‘party in a nightclub too loud to hear conversation’ thing. The first evening in particular was very well thought out. In the foyer of the Queen Elizabeth Hall at the Southbank Centre where this year’s event was held, complimentary drinks and canapés were served as Lloydi mixed up a storm (at an appropriate volume) on the digital decks. We’re geeks who are mostly at events like this through choice. We’re all passionate web designers and developers and there’s very little we like more after sitting and listening to people talk about web design all day than to carry on that conversation with our fellow professionals and the speakers themselves. The atmosphere was perfectly set for this and I applaud the organisers for their obvious efforts here.

After day two a similarly easy-going reception was held on the 5th floor balcony of the Festival Hall, next door. The sun graced us with it’s presence and a hundred or so geeks quickly reached for their bags to find whatever piece of clothing they could to protect their pale skin. My brother (an economist in the Foreign Office — a different type of geek) and I sank a few beers with @media veterans, Leigh the Librarian and Karl, and Dave before heading back to the flat to catch a bit of football.

Saturday was the big day. England would be playing their first game in the World Cup that evening and we had tickets to watch it somewhere pretty special. The day was basically going to lead up to that, so in an effort to fill it we took a basketball down to Kennington Park to ‘shoot a few hoops’, as I believe is the vernacular. The court was busy as three other likeminded Londoners had got there before us. Obviously we stepped up and challenged them, ignoring thoughts of any trouble and the consequent move to live with relatives in Bel Air. We got beat. Pretty badly. Cris played well, but with only the Lambert brothers behind her she had no chance. Back home for a beer and to watch a bit of afternoon football.

Eventually we headed out to see the England v. USA game. No 42” telly in a pub would do for us though. We were going to The Hammersmith Apollo to watch the game with 3500 other fans on the biggest HD screen in the UK. The atmosphere in there was tremendous and the beer was only £2.10 a pint.

I’ve been to Wembley (old and new) on a number of occasions, including for England games and I’ve never experienced an atmosphere like I experienced in a North London theatre this Saturday night. Highly recommended.

Today (Sunday) we got up at lunchtime and James and I decided to give Cris the house to herself to study. We got on the tube and headed east to Liverpool Street to explore Spitalfields and London’s Trendy Brick Lane. And what a fab day we had. Markets, street food, art galleries and architecture up the wazoo. A proper cultural day out. Also, does everybody in Brick Lane ride a retro singlespeed? There were thousands of them. We had a look round a shop called 14 Bike Co that specialised in classic conversions. I could have spent a fortune on shiny metal.

We finished off the day with a walk through the City, past the Bank of England, which looks a fairly well built piece of masonry, over London Bridge and stopped for a pint in a pub off Borough Market. And now I’m on a Northbound train, reflecting on a brilliant trip South in what seems like far too many words. After all that though I’m just dying to get home to see Nicki and Miles, both of whom will probably be fast asleep by the time I crash through the front door. I’ve never been away from Miles for this long and I’ve missed both him and Nicki terribly. As I finish this post, by the way, the train is pulling into York. Too many words. Tomorrow it’s back to work, which as a freelance web designer means making up for taking five days away from the desk and hopefully implementing some of the things I learned while I was away.

My new hobby is polishing metal until it's shiny

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 13:17:26 +0100

I didn’t think expect to get this far into my singlespeed project so quickly but I suppose my impatient side is coming through. I pretty much got straight to work on taking the bike to bits. Every spare moment I’ve had since I picked up my 1980s Dawes Milk Race last week has been spent either researching how to take something to bits, or actually taking it to bits, followed by painstakingly smoothing and polishing the chrome to make it shine like new.

I can’t get the dirt out of my fingers and I stink of a mix of WD-40 and metal polish but I’m having a great time. Last night when I finished work for the day I set up in the kitchen with a cloth and a bowl containing the ball bearings I took out of the headset.

I’m trying to do as much of this as possible by myself and I’m making heavy use of the Park Tool website and the many invaluable instructional videos on YouTube. There are jobs I can’t do and they’re basically the only jobs that are left.

I came across an issue in getting the old freewheel off the back wheel. It needs a very specific freewheel removery tool, one referred to as a Maillard type (or sometimes as a Normandy type). These are only made by one company in the US and as far as I can tell not sold anywhere in the UK. I’ve taken the wheel in to see my good friends at York Cycleworks who also don’t have the tool but do have the confidence to take the freewheel apart by force. I don’t have a great deal of luck with rear wheels so I’m staying well clear of doing anything that could damage it.

Other jobs that need doing are the removal of the bottom bracket (I don’t have the tool but I know a man who does and he’s on holiday) and taking the headset cups out of the steerer tube. That’s another one that calls for a tool I don’t have and I don’t particularly fancy the “Oh you can just do it with a broom handle and a mallet” advice that some corners of the internet are offering.

Once those last jobs are done it’s ready for its re-spray. I’ve even decided on the colour scheme. Olive green frame with white bar tape and brake cable housing. I can’t wait.

My new pet project: Dawes Milk Race

Sun, 30 May 2010 00:40:02 +0100

I’ve got a new toy and I’m very excited.

Just over a year ago a friend tempted me into road cycling. I’ve always been into cycling but in the previous 28 years of my life I’d never had the urge to try skinny tyres and drop bars. This all changed very quickly and I got the bug. I bought myself a Trek 1.5 and was out as often as possible. Once or twice in the week for quick 40-50mile group or solo rides, followed by a longer ride at the weekend. Last August I took part in a 100mile charity ride around North Yorkshire.

What I’ve found I miss though is normal cycling. I don’t just hop on my Trek to nip to town or to a friend’s house. It wouldn’t feel right to ride that bike without the appropriate attire - head to toe in lycra. I wanted something more simple. Something that would cost less to maintain and something that wasn’t as flashy and attractive to scumbags. I wanted a classic 1980s racer converted to singlespeed.

I’ve done singlespeed before, having converted my Merlin Malt 1 mountain bike for commuting a few years ago (then back to gears again after I had an op on my knee) and I know my way around a bike. I was confident that if I could get hold of an old bike - any old bike - I could make it go.

I put a “WANTED” message on the local Freecycle group asking for an old road bike, any condition. I didn’t mind if it was falling to bits and hadn’t been ridden in years. What I wasn’t expecting was to get such a gem of a bike as the Dawes Milk Race that a man called Steve has kindly given me.

It’s not the best bike in the world. I believe these were fairly budget bikes back in the day, but it’s exactly what I wanted, and it’s in such good condition. All it would need to get this back on the road would be new brake cables and some bar tape. I have grander plans than that though.

As it stands, I’ve stripped all the componentry off the bike (ready for me to spend my evenings polishing). I’m going to get the frame and forks resprayed and convert the drivetrain to singlespeed. It’s going to be a very classy looking bike.

I haven’t decided on a colour scheme yet. I’m quite tempted to try and restore it to its original state but I don’t think I can get hold of the Dawes decals. Failing that I’m quite tempted to go for a yellow and green look (yellow frame, green bar tape). Your thoughts on that are appreciated.

The components that I’ll be taking off (gears, levers, deraileurs etc) are in such good condition that come the Winter I’ll be able to refit them and use the Milk Race as my Winter training bike, so that kills two birds.

You can follow my progress in pictorial form at my Dawes Milk Race Singlespeed Project Flickr set

Travel Tumble from Peru

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 21:16:00 +0000

Next week I’ll be flying off with my family and friends to Peru to see my brother wed his wonderful fiancée, Cristina. It’s an action packed fortnight which will not only feature the wedding at the amazing Basilica San Pedro in the capital, Lima, but will include an organised tour around some of the most beautiful places in the world: Machu Pichu

So I’m going to see if I can use this fantastic journey as an excuse to get back into blogging. Obviously I’ll be taking loads of pictures, so they’ll be going up here, but I reckon I’m probably going to have a few things to say about the experience too.

Hopefully I’ll keep this up, and hopefully I’ll have enough internet access to make it regular.

Shiver me timbers!

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 18:48:40 +0100

Shiver me timbers!

Swimathon Update

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 06:22:33 +0100

A big thanks to everyone who sponsored me for the Swimathon event. I did my 2.5km swim a couple of weeks ago and it went very well. I completed it in 1hour 10mins.

I managed to raise an impressive

5 things you might not have known about Pete

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 03:09:00 +0000

Just when I thought I’d given up blogging, Matthew tagged me with a meme and pulled me right back in. I asked him if I could do it on Twitter but apparently that’s not the done thing.

So here goes. Five things that some of you might not have known about me before today.

My relationship with Nicki started out as a holiday romance and went on to be 2 year long distance relationship between Hull and Farnborough before we got married in Tobago.
I was on the popular BBC children’s TV show, Why Don’t You in the early nineties. I taught the gang how to waterski
I used to be pretty good at waterskiing, winning a few junior competitions before retiring through injury that still plagues me today - tragic, eh?
I’m hyper-extendable (double-jointed) in a lot of my joints. I used to love making the girls in the playground scream by bending my fingers back to touch the back of my hand.
I have Synethesia, but some of you do know that, because some of you told me the other day.

I’m only going to tag one person because he’s usually the first to tag somebody else and I know he’ll tag a million other people in return. They call him Mr Meme. He’s a beta-holic. It’s Luke Dorny

A fix for the sad ipod icon problem!

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 13:15:00 +0100

Man, I feel powerful tonight. I have breathed life into what was dead. I have fixed the broken. I have stared the Grim Tech Reaper in the face and he ran away with his syth between his legs.

Last Thursday morning I took the bus to the train station, all ready for my four hour trip to Brighton and the d.construct conference. I was three Arctic Monkeys tracks into the journey when my ipod just froze. The screen was locked and the controls were completely unresponsive. I tried the hard reset (MENU SELECT for 6 seconds) and my shiny white music hero began to reboot. Relief overcame me as I watched the LCD light up with the Apple Logo. But then the unimaginable happened. I’d read about it many times in forums, blog posts and fairytales, but I’d never imagined it would ever happen to me. The Sad ipod icon showed it’s ugly, 1G, cross-eyed face.

As gutting as it is when tech dies on you, this way more than that. My ipod is my companion when I’m on my own. It’s my stereo when I’m at home. I need it. I definitely needed it before my four hour train journey to the south.

So I went the weekend without personal audio. I decided to forget about it until I got home. I drank away my sorrows with Brighton’s

Miles and his Opa

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 07:51:00 +0100

I took this picture in Scarborough back in May of my Dad and Miles on the beach.

I entered it into a photo competition on UpMyStreet.co.uk asking for pictures of “Friends and Family” and it won!!! I’ve never won anything for my photos before and I know it’s not a major competition or anything but I’m chuffed to bits. I don’t know what the “colour printer” prize will be like but there’s always ebay.

I told my mum about it on IM this afternoon and she said she’d email the link to my dad at work. I told her to tell him he’s famous. Her response was

“Well, he can add that to infamous”

In related news, this photo of my brother, JC, and his girlfriend, Aunty Freeze, made it into the top 25 in the same competition. Result.

See more of my photos on my Flickr photostream

Here come the photos.

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 06:56:00 +0100

It’s nearing the 3rd anniversary of this blog, and you may have noticed that my attention to it has dropped off somewhat recently. In fact, in the last year there’s only been 19 posts.

Conversely, I’ve posted over 700 images to Flickr in the same timeframe. That’s where it’s at, folks.

So here’s the plan. Whilst I dilly-dally on my other plan to make this site into my business site, and move the blog to another domain, I’m going to blog photos to here from Flickr… if it works…

I’ll still be trying to think of things to write about but it’s more than likely it’ll be mostly photos for a while.

Of course, I might lose interest in that too, but hey.

See more of my photos on my Flickr photostream

Getting on

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 07:22:00 +0100

It’s my birthday at the end of this week (don’t all sing at once) and as is now usual at this time of year, I’m feeling the years.

I’ll be 26 on Friday. I’ll be firmly into my second quarter-century and almost in my late-twenties. I’m approaching my 5th wedding anniversary and the 5th year of my mortgage. I’ve got a 16 month old little boy and I’ve been diagnosed with early onset of arthritis in my knees. Each morning I take a multi-vitamin tablet, a cod liver oil capsule and a horse-pill-like Glucosamine and Chondroitin. If it’s cold or damp or I’ve played football the night before, I’ll have two paractamol and two ibuprofen aswell.

I find myself reading the council newsletter that comes through the door each month whereas I used to ball it up and stuff it inside wet football boots to help them dry out. I tut loudly at antisocial behaviour and it took me three days to get over a recent drinking session. I’m not daft often enough. Rarely do I graze my hands now and I don’t remember the last time I drank warm straight vodka in a nightclub. I don’t remember the last time I went to a nightclub. I am regularly awake at 3:30am, but that’s just to go to the toilet.

I speak to old people at the bus stop about recent roadworks in the area and how it’s affected the water-pressure instead of turning up my ipod and looking away. I’ve bought a hat from Millets.

I know that I’m not actually very old and that I’m just picking all the bits that make me feel like I’m shuffling towards the nursing home. My life is actually great. I love being married to Nicki and having my little Champ around. It’s great. It’s just this time of year. It gets to me. And my knees are creaking.

So twenty-six here I come. Pipe and slippers at the ready.

How do you sleep at night?

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 08:31:00 +0100

Miles has always been a good baby. He is the very model of a good little boy (despite the odd mischievous act like posting our mobile phones down the back of the radiator). During the day, he’s a superstar. Bright as a button. He plays all day, welcomes me home from work with a smile and a big hug. I bath him and give him his evening bottle of milk before putting him down in his cot fast asleep by about 8pm. For a few hours, all is quiet. Then the monster awakes.

For the first six months of his life Miles slept very well. He would routinely sleep all the way through the night; sometimes for 12 hours or more. After that 6 month mark he started waking up occasionally. He’d be a little upset so we’d go into his room. All that was usually required was his dummy and he’d be straight back to sleep.

As time’s gone on though these wakings have become more frequent, and considerably louder. He no longer looks for his dummy when he wakes up. He no longer goes straight back to sleep when we settle him. The only thing we can do (and I realise we’ve made a rod for our own back by doing this) is pick him up and cuddle him back to sleep. For the last couple of months though, even this hasn’t been enough. He takes so long to settle down, and even when apparently fast asleep he’ll not go back down in his cot without resuming the noise-making. For our own sanity and for the sake of just having a lay down, we end up taking him into our bed.

Miles is now 14 months old. Myself and Nicki have not had a full night’s sleep in months. We’re zombies. We are the living dead. In the few hours grace that we do get between Miles’ nocturnal outbursts, we can’t rest. We know it’s coming.

We’ve got to break this. We need to change this habit that we’ve all got into.

I know that other parents read this blog. I know that most of them have probably had this same problem. I’m appealing for advice. What’s worked or not worked for you and your kids? Do we just need to change our sleep/wake cycle from night/day to some crazy broken up pattern of powernaps? Do any of you know of any good drugs, either for ourselves or The Boy? Your advice please. PLEASE. OH PLEASE!!!

He's off

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 02:21:00 +0100

Until last night he’d only taken a few tentative steps at a time. But then he stood up and walked across the room to me. His first attempt was 8 steps, but by the time I’d got my phone out he was only managing five at a time before diving headlong into the beanbag.

The obligitory "See you at @media" post

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 02:28:00 +0100

It’s that time of year again. At three ten this afternoon I will board the train to That London, wiser from last year’s experience. I’ve packed reasonably light. My shoes are already worn in (I spent

One.

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 00:44:00 +0100

A year ago today Hedgehunter won the Grand National; Prince Charles married his partner, Camilla Parker Bowles; and at 18:12 in the afternoon my son, Miles James Lambert was born.

What an incredibly fast but deceptively long year this has been. It feels like we’ve had him forever but the last twelve months have flown past us.

Happy Birthday Miles.

P.S. - Oh, and Happy Birthday to the lovely Rachel Stevens too.

Imogen Heap @ York Fibbers - April 3rd 2006

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 04:17:00 +0100

The hand-written sign on the coffee machine behind the bar said â€œNo hot drinks while Imogenâ€™s on. Ssssshhhhh!â€?. Iâ€™ve never been to a gig like this before. A gig where the headlining act introduces the support by saying that there are some noisy people in the audience and she hopes they quiet down. Iâ€™ve never felt the need to whisper during an act before.

I donâ€™t know if itâ€™s because Iâ€™m getting on in years (Iâ€™m 25, you know. Still got it though! Still got it) but the venue seemed to be packed with 14 year old girls. I was surprised. I know that I was going to see live music when I was 14 and younger, but I never went to see anything where the support act was a solo cellist. I put it down to the â€œOrange County Effectâ€? and got a pint. Quietly.

Zoe Keating took to the stage following her introduction by Imogen and picked up her cello. Playing through an array of samplers and electronic devices controlled by foot pedals she created something very beautiful. Iâ€™ve not seen or heard this done before. Full-on chill-out dance music played live with only one instrument. The audience (good girls and boys) stood silent through her performance, only breaking their quiet to applaud loudly at the end of each piece. Stunning.

I didnâ€™t really know what to expect when I bought these tickets a couple of months ago. Imogen Heap has been on heavy rotation on my iPod for a long time now but I wasnâ€™t sure how her brand of mellow electro-pop would work in a live setup. I just couldnâ€™t figure out in my musically niave mind how she would recreate what seemed like such heavily produced electronic vocal shenanigans without relying either on a group of backing singers or a recorded backing track. I clearly hadnâ€™t given her much credit. Imogen Heap is a one-man-band. Standing before keyboard, a couple of samplers, a bass machine and a heavenly sounding mbira’ she introduced the band one by one. â€œThis is my bass machineâ€? â€“ cue bass solo. You get the impression that this is how she records.

Imogenâ€™s perfomance was enchanting. Layering up her own voice using samplers and an electronic chorus effect at the same time as playing piano, and her Powerbook, she recreated the haunting and energetic emotion of her latest album, Speak for Yourself. I had looked forward to hearing a live performance of Hide and Seek (as Iâ€™m sure the teenage girls who now gathered at the front of the stage were). Itâ€™s a standout track on the album I was intrigued as to how it would sound live. That chorus effect is fantastic and to see it done live (no-sampling or other instruments) was one of the most interesting parts of the gig. The forthcoming single, Goodnight and Go was a real crowd pleasing pop song and the guitar samples of Daylight Robbery made for the only part of the act that could really be described as loud.

The real highlights though were the songs performed without much electronic intervention. The mâ€™bira only version of Headlock; the acapella version of Just for now; and the vocals and piano of The Moment I Said It. Spines shivered.

It was a top night and a great gig. An experience from start to finish. If there was one thing that could have been better, I would have worn a coat. It was lovely when I left the house in my t-shirt. By the time I got to town I was walking through a torrent of hail stones. But I suppose she canâ€™t get everything right.

Pete Lambert

bikecheckonetwoonetwo: One day. this just looks awesome.

dp-illustrations: Singlespeed - retro bike poster by Dirk...

Rear wheel fail

Multi-Safari

Five days in London

My new hobby is polishing metal until it's shiny

My new pet project: Dawes Milk Race

Travel Tumble from Peru

Shiver me timbers!

Swimathon Update

5 things you might not have known about Pete

A fix for the sad ipod icon problem!

Miles and his Opa

Here come the photos.

Getting on

How do you sleep at night?

He's off

The obligitory "See you at @media" post

One.

Imogen Heap @ York Fibbers - April 3rd 2006

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