A minor explosion...

Well, I suppose it had been a long time coming, and all the tell-tale signs were there, but my computer blew up on Friday evening.

There was a bit of a high pitched schreeching sound and a smell like someone had pulled forty Christmas Crackers at once.

Then a bang and a flash and all was dark.

So, I ventured inside the computer, which was more colourful and a lot more dusty than I thought it would be and sought advice from Jon, who is a person I talk to when I have computer problems, and he assured me that it was the power pack.

As I bought the computer ages ago and it had a mere (as it turned out) 300W power supply, apparently I shouldn't have added 8 more USB ports, a DVD rewriter, a memory card reader, a second hard drive, a new sound card and bluetooth and expected it to cope...

So out came the old power pack and, thanks to speedy service Novatech, who allow you to reserve an item on their website and pick it up the following morning, even on a bank holiday weekend...


(Yes, I know there are a lot of wires. But sensible people mark where all the wires plug into before unplugging them to make life easier. Like I say, sensible people do that...)

...and in went the new one. A mammoth (possibly) 550W of power which would probably run the computer and the central heating without the risk of setting fire to the house.



And so, eventually, all the plugs were back where they were supposed to go and it works. It's even quieter than before and doesn't go blue screen quite so often. Even the wireless keyboard seems to work, and nooooooot doooooooo thiiiiiissss like it was before.

And if you think it's mending my computer which makes me a geek, wasn't Doctor Who sad last night?? :-(

About 9 months late...

When I was in New Zealand last summer (did I mention that I had been???), I took some short film clips using the rudimentary video function of my digital camera. I tried to upload them to the NZ Blog at the time but the technology was having none of it, so no-one got to see them.

Well, now there is You Tube! There may have even been You Tube then, too, but I hadn't got around to how it worked... Well, now I have, so here are two short clips from New Zealand last year. The Maori Experience and the The Bloody Hell That's A Long Way Down Skipper's Canyon Experience...



A much more interesting use of You Tube, as Andy pointed out to me in email, is the ability to scavenge other people's videos and forcibly remind others of them. Most particularly, very bad 80s pop music, such as this...



Oh yes, it's the slow motion doves, the billowing curtains at the open window of the moonlit country mansion, the inexplicable martial arts dancers, the back-combed, backlit hair, the strange alien people with light up eyes. Enjoy....

Wayfaring.com

I have been introduced to Wayfaring and am not really sure how much use it will be yet.

But I've "done" Easter...



You can click and zoom in and look at satellite images and see photos and link to websites etc. You can also show routes you have travelled, but I haven't worked out how to do that yet...

A much more interesting use for it is the Jacktracker - mapping Jack Bauer's movements during the Day 5 of 24..

(It did highlight the fact that I have been to two restaurants called Belinda's during the holiday - one in Arundel and one in Bude. Which is probably more restaurants called Belinda's than anyone needs to go to.)

You can't escape the Irish...

...even if they are Polish, like this one was.



Even at the Guinness Brewery, they didn't have barmen who pulled pints on the move, as he did...

And the wolfhound and the mascot were also Irish...*



(*You can decide which one is the real dog and which is the man dressed up...)

...and that's because London Irish were playing Leeds at the Madejski** Stadium in Reading.

(**You can also decide how you say that out loud...)

Now, I know nothing about rugby, but I'm a quick learner. Here we see a pass...



...a scrum...



...and a line out...



Another first for me as have never been to a rugby match before and much better than watching it all on the TV, although you could do that too...



...and that was the final score, so "Come on you IRISH!!!"
(as everyone was supposed to shout...)

Careful on the Cobbles

I haven't been to Clovelly since I was about 10, so it's good to know it remains relatively unspoilt.



It's a tiny fishing village on a privately owned estate (£4.75 entry fee) and Charles Kingsley, author of The Water Babies and Westward Ho!, had a cottage there. They have obviously had him stuffed as a permanent exhibit...



The village clings to the cliffside with a precipitous cobbled street winding through, down (or up) which you can't take your motorbike or car...



...although presumably you still have to keep to 20 if you go down on roller skates, or a tin tray.

It really is scarily steep...



and the street narrows and steepens further...



...and twists and dives underneath houses...



This poses problems if you have to take your shopping home or get anything delivered to your house. There is a supply of donkeys at the top, and the postman has a sledge. How they would deliver, say, a 42" Plasma Screen TV without it being smashed into tiny little bits, I know not...



But it's worth going down all the way, as the shop on the quayside has the biggest selection of Haribo ever, most of which I had never seen before...



...has anyone got a spare sledge to drag them back up?

And arty desktop wallpaper photos of lobster pots and rope to boot...

A Load of Old Baltics...

Three photos from Sunday which might give away where I was...



(It's like a low-bugdet version of the Question of Sport Picture Board - you guess what it's of and then you click on the pictures for a fuller view...)

They are, in order:

• The Sage Gateshead - which is one of those armadillo-esque structures popping up to regenerate cities, viz. Selfridges in Birmingham and the Clyde Auditorium in Glasgow, which is actually called The Armadillo...
• The Angel of the North in Gateshead - by Antony Gormley, which is not as big when you get there as it looks on the photos, and...
• The Gateshead Minnellium Bridge - which is bigger.

They all have to have Gateshead in the title because the town has spent a whole bunch of council tax payers' money on public art and God forbid anyone might think it's all in Newcastle, with which Gateshead has an identity crisis, being separated from it by only 125 metres of the Tyne.

There's also the BALTIC Centre for Contemporary Arts...

...which is housed in a fantastic old building - an old flour mill on the banks of the river. It's been cleverly and beautifully restored and is just as imposing as the landmarks above, but has become home to... well, the phrase "contemporary art" probably says all that's needed...

Splatter paintings done with a toothbrush, some careful colouring-in of squares and a sculpture made of metal and tea bags...

Well, who made me an art critic anyway? There were enough people there regarding it all wisely and nodding in a understanding way to make sure my comments don't give any of the artists sleepless nights. Especially as one of them is dead.

You bet!

A successfully family afternoon! We won £72.50 altogether. I won. Roger won. Susan won. Zoe won (and she's not strictly speaking old enough to bet yet...)

My Dad was the Weakest Link, leaving with nothing...

"Maybe I LIKE the misery..."

...© Mrs Doyle, Father Ted.

Couldn't pass this...



...without thinking that it would be the perfect place for her!

Thursday: A Drop of the Black Stuff*

(*Have totally given up on the rhyming now)

I actually don't like Guinness.

I can say that now, but obviously didn't say it (loudly) while going round the brewery. Last time I managed my free (half) pint at the top of the Guinness Storehouse, but this time opted for Coke.



The exhibition has changed a bit, and has lots of new videos of the master brewer bloke explaining the ins-and-outs of how they make the stuff. I'll short-cut it for you - it's barley and hops and yeast and water and they basically mush it up and swirl it around a lot. It's what makes it taste vile.

Much more interesting are the other bits:

You can webcam yourself to friends and relatives...



You can leave a message about Guinness for others to read. Here's one in Italian which proves I did do some revision during the Easter break...



You can avoid getting wet and slipping on the tiles near the big waterfall...



You can look at the Guinness advertising exhibition, which is great - all sorts of bizarre things with toucans and harps and white horses and that funny dancing bloke and, most bizarre of all, Clannad...



(Scary 80s hair. Perhaps that's what Guinness does to you.)

You can see for miles from the Gravity Bar...



...even getting high enough up to see the whole 64 acres of the brewery spread out before you!* Arthur Guinness took a 9000 year lease on the site, so they will be brewing for some time to come, I imagine...



(*not really)

If you can prove you know loads about Guinness, the master brewer bloke from the videos sends you a certificate...



...which I shall keep in case I don't get my Italian GCSE and have a frame spare...

Thursday: The Snail on The Rail

A big change in Dublin from my last visit was the fact that they have finally finished the tram lines. There are two, but there's a ten minute walk between them. Considering it cost €1.5 billion, it doesn't smack of much joined-up thinking in the planning process. Never mind joined-up tram lines.

(Viz. also, Tunnels which are too small for lorries...)



The green line ran four stops from the city centre right in front of the hotel and only cost €4.50 a day for unlimited travel.



It's called the LUAS, which is Irish for "Speed". I hate to think what would happen if Sandra Bullock was driving. However, the tram combined with the Dublin Bus Tour 24 hour ticket meant that it was dead easy to get around, and we avoided some of the problems of car ownership.

Wednesday: The Mission with The Apparitions*

(*OK, so I'm clutching at straws with the rhyming titles now...)

Any historical touristy city worth its salt now has some kind of tour after dark which tells you some of the less authenticated stories about spooky and (not really)unreal goings-on of yore. Or possibly of yesteryear, which is another term people use to try and make the past sound more interesting. These usually involve some out-of-work actor, possibly a student, dressing up all funny-like and being dramatic.

In Dublin, it's the Ghost Bus Tour!



Ghost-Bus-Tour... Do you see what they did there? I have to confess that I hadn't until about half way through...

Anyway, we toured round the city on this double decker with the curtains shut and occasionally got out to tiptoe round graveyards like we were the pesky kids in Scooby Doo. The guide (Look Velma, it was the out-of-work actor all along!) took against some woman in the front row of the bus who hadn't turned her mobile phone off and demonstrated how bodysnatchers got corpses out of graves quickly using a meat hook...

Japanese tourists looked on...



And he then proceeded to tell a highly improbable story, which he said (more probably) that he got off someone in a pub, about this gravestone and why the stonemason hadn't finished carving the last letters of the name at the bottom.



This involved several supernatural events and so I prefer to consider more rational options. Perhaps he died. Or didn't get paid. Or perhaps it was a good episode of Coronation Street that night.

Wednesday: The Panda on the Veranda

Went to the Dublin Zoo in Phoenix Park today. You can play spot the animal below...





The wilder and more impressive animals (lions, gorillas etc) were particularly shy and hid behind stuff when you tried to take photos. I suppose I would too if I were locked up for people to gawp at. (There's my "right-on" zoo comment for today.)

More amusing was the feeding of the sea lions...



...which was accomplished by two very French-and-Saunders zoo keepers in front of this sign...