What Makes a Good…?

I have been sat for the last few days in various team-building classes designed to make me and my colleagues better techies.  And while all have been fun, and some have been very productive, I have kinda left them feeling a tad ambivalent.  A good techie, we have been told, is patient, communicates calmly and clearly, is organised, is understanding, always says ‘yes’ and never ‘no’, seeks to find the best way to achieve a thing, and, when it can’t be achieved, to find a suitable alternative that will be acceptable to all parties, listens to their team, apologises for…

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Production Electrician

So, I’ve been given my next job at RADA for the glorious new term – Production Electrician, also known as Prod LX.  Which is, lets face it, kinda cool, because I really, really like lights.  I even have time for hazers when they’re not leaking.  (There is nothing quite as icky as a leaky hazer.  The stuff just gets everywhere and a small forest worth of kitchen roll has to die before you’re even close to cleaning it up.  The smelly pink slime that is badly mixed artex has nothing on hazer fluid for sheer urgh value.) Technically, I’ve had…

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Traffic Wardens

Is there any creature more universally loathed in the mythology of all big cities than a traffic warden?  I kinda doubt it.  On the moving-in and moving-out days at my first hall of residence, the traffic wardens of Islington seemed to have some magical power that led them to zoom in without fail, dozens at a time, to penalize every single car that dared to park in front of the hall to drop off their kids.  Families that had driven hundreds of miles to deliver their kids to their first day of university found themselves variously ticketed, clamped, and towed,…

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The Hurt Locker

The Hurt Locker – a film that I did not see with my Dad!  Did not see with Dad because it’s neither science fiction nor appropriately silly, nor, in fact, to be perfectly honest, my cup of tea.  What it is is an utterly captivating, terrifying, gut-wrenching, violent, blood-soaked, testosterone-fuelled war movie that I only recommend to those who have a teddy bear and a cup of hot chocolate to go home to after.  But I do recommend it.  9/11 was a monumentally brutal act of murder that has inspired monumental brutal acts of retaliation that have inspired more murder…

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Peregrine Falcons

So, there are peregrine falcons nesting on top of Tate Modern.  About six couples, the nice lady from the RNIB with the telescope said, waving me in the general direction of the tower of the Tate.  They like to nest, it turns out, somewhere high, with an excellent and reliable supply of food near by, and while I instinctively imagined that this meant a diet of discarded cheeseburgers, I am now prepared to no longer be surprised if, sitting one day by St. Pauls Catherdral watching the pigeons, one vanishes without a cluck into the out-stretched talons of a huge…

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What I Did On My Holidays – Vienna

One of the very few holidays that doesn’t come with the epithet ‘so I went with my boyfriend…’ the Vienna expedition was a cunning plan formulated with me and my parents to take the train all the way from London to Vienna.  Which, as a surprise to us all, we did!  I guess my family has a sort of history of taking trains when going across Europe – with the opening of Eurostar and, even better, the plummeting of its prices, trains trips between London, Paris, Brussels, Cologne, Berlin, Rome, Montpellier,  Tolouse and, of course, Vienna, all became viable and…

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