I woke in a panic, texted him and he rang back and said he'd managed to get the tickets after just 50 mins of trying, so I went back to bed happy.
Yay Nathan! Yay Glasto! Yay!
A while back, probably via the uF mailing lists, I came across an interesting article by a chap called Jeremy Keith.
The basic principle of it was that like most of us, he's contributing to lots of different places online, and most of those places were offering a feed of those timestamped activities in the form of RSS or Atom, so he built a page that amalgamated everything in once place.
I loved this idea, so naturally I've nicked it (took me a few months to get around to though). I thought he'd called his a Lifestream, but that may be just my hazy memory because he's just referred to it as 'a life stream' in the copy. I've called mine a Lifestream though, and would be happy to take any responsibility for Yet Another Annoying Web2.0 Phrase, but I'm sure someone's used it before.
My lifestream is on the front page of my site and at the moment is aggregating content from here (LJ), bookmarks from Delicious and my photos from Flickr. It's put together in PHP (using simplexml mainly, for those of you who care) and was surprisingly easy to implement. The only thing that was slightly fiddly was getting photos to display as when they were taken rather than when they were uploaded. I added a bunch of hAtom markup to get a nearly-valid Atom feed fairly easily too.
There are a few limitations, of course. The fact it's all derived from feeds and I'm not storing anything on a permanent basis means that things will 'drop off' the end of the stream as time goes on, but I'm choosing to see that as a benefit rather than a hinderance. It means that I won't bother adding pagination, there'll be one page of 'recent' stuff to look at.
I'm trying to think of more stuff to put on there. I have a YouTube account with just one video in, but I can't seem to see how to get a feed of just one user's videos (anyone?). Last.FM would be nice to have on there, but as Jeremy points out in his post above, their feed disappears if you don't listen to anything for a couple of days so it's a bit lame.
I could concievably add a list of the posts I've made to Google Groups, but that may be a whole can of worms. I'll certainly not be adding links to the nonsense I post on The V.
Such a blurry photo, but you get the idea.
This was, I think, my third trip to Brentford over the years. When I lived in SW London it was always fairly convenient to get to when we played them, and even though I'm little further away nowadays I was feeling pretty conscious that I hadn't yet been to a game this season.
Saturday afternoon I managed to persuade Roz to come along. Should be simple, you might think, after the millions of Watford games I've attended but it was a Herculean task. Having seen us hammer them 4-0, she now has a sort of grudging admiration. She did seem a bit shocked at the chanting, they don't tend to make much noise at Vicarage Road, preferring a combination of tuts and quiet clapping.
Losing to us is apparently now so massively embarassing that Brentford felt compelled to sack their manager immediately after the game. It's a bit of a shame because I like the club's oddly old-fashioned football experience and generally think clubs are too eager to place the blame on managers nowadays.
We got back from The Kingdom (Kerry) late-ish last night. As noted previously, the security outbound was ridiculous. Happily there was little security at Farranfore on the way back. They put us through a metal detector, waved us onto our plane ignoring the bottle of Fanta in my hand and then back in the UK they don't even check your passport, a boarding pass is enough if you've come over from Ireland. Obviously there's never been any sort of terrorist issues with people from Ireland in the past!
The weather over in Ireland was characteristically wet, but cleared up periodically so during one of the sunny spells we went over on a little dingy to the Blasket Islands, pictured, looked around the town, mucked about on the beach and got a bit sunburnt.
It's an interesting place - it was one of the last outposts of the Irish language and about 20 households lived on these tiny little islands until the government got them all to evacuate in the 50s, after the youngsters all emigrated to the UK and America leaving the community unsustainable.
What's remarkable about the place is that, with the encouragement of scholars who went over there to study the Irish language, a surprising number of the inhabitants started writing books about life on the island, and recounting folklore. I bought one of them, The Islandman by Tomas O'Crohan, and promptly left it with my folks.
We had gone with my parents, but unfortunately my Dad managed to break a few ligaments in his ankle just before the holiday which meant it was really hard for him to stand on it. He ended up staying behind in the cottage a lot, getting more and more browned off because he's a real outdoors kind of person. Being cooped up really doesn't suit him.
We ate out a few nights, and the seafood around Dingle is really something. I'm not sure if they're genius chefs or whether they just have amazing quality fresh ingredients but I don't normally eat much fish and even I thought it was great.
I've been to Dingle a fair few times over the years, because it's where my Grandmother was from, and my Mum lived there for a few years when she was little. Each time I go back it's got a little more commercial and there are more and more tourists wandering around. It saddens me a bit, but then I realise that I'm one of the tourists too, and they're probably thinking the same about me. I guess the family connection makes me think of myself as an insider when I'm really not.