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Largs

Monday, July 2nd, 2018

I’m just catching up. Typing this a clear month late, we went to Largs. just over 30 miles west of Glasgow; so it’s where lots of Glaswegians head on a sunny day, as we found when we arrived after a gratifyingly easy journey north, through the city, and back out the other side. The seafront and the pubs were packed with people.

It was quieter later in the week, though still busyish; with Glasgow so close (under an hour on the train) there’s lots of day trippers.

So then, Largs: so many churches. A couple of impresssive churches, but so many. I’m a great fan of churches, less so of what goes on in them, but here they spent a metric fuckload of cash on them, with two Church of Scotland chruches with impressive towers looming over the town.
Besides that, the town is largely traditional seaside; a big, wide prom, a small seafront collection of funfair rides, a kiddie’s play area at one end, a park and boating lake at another.

There’s plenty of pubs too, which you’ll find over at PubBlog, though real ale, and especially good real ale, was a bit scarce, though we fared better for that on a trip into Glasgow.

Talking of trips, the proximity to Glasgow ensured good public transport: a station in the town on one railway line, another line (with the wonderful Wemyss Bay station) just a short bus ride away, ferries to Bute and Great Cumbrae. We even managed to get Dunoon (lovely, but in need of more TLC) and Rothesay (underwhelming) piers in, and all of this without using the car apart from actually getting there. We also managed a trip on PS Waverley on a gloriously sunny day, in a week of sunny days and returned suntanned 🙂 .

No More Beyond the Northern Wastes

Thursday, February 22nd, 2018

With the reduction of subsidies from Staffordshire Council, our relatively recent discovery of Chasetown and Burntwood as places to drink and eat looks like it will end in April, when the NXWM 10 bus route stops going further than Brownhills at off-peak times.

This is a bit tedious; that’s exactly the sort of times I’d be wanting to use it, but it’s just an inconvenience: I don’t rely on that route for work. There’s changes to Arriva services too, which means a Saturday evening trip to The Crystal Fountain is out, too- and even a daytime visit would mean some clock-watching in early evening.

As I said, this is just inconvenience for me, limiting my drinking choices. I’ll live. It could be more serious for working people (let’s not forget that not everyone works 9-5, and not everyone has access to a car).

It is, of course, a direct result of council cuts, caused by government austerity measures, once again most seriously affecting the poorer people the most: those that can’t afford taxis or a car.

The other factor here, of course, is our old friend bus deregulation. The bus companies are private enterprises, with obligations to shareholders. They want t make money, so if a route isn’t profitable, and they’re not being subsidised by a council, they’ll stop running it- and who can blame them?

Why is it a surprise our roads are choked by private cars?

Good old free enterprise, working for the good of all, again. Thank $deity we’re free of the inefficient shackles of public transport run by non-profit organisations.

New Year

Monday, January 1st, 2018

So, I missed a Christmas 2017 post, and the blog reaches its 14th birthday, and I look back on another year. Just where the actual fuck does it go? Not all of it is a blur of beer and curry, but thankfully some has been. Christmas passed for us in a fairly typical way: beer and curry on Christmas eve, dinner with family on the day itself, and a quiet evening at home.

So, what happened in 2017? We went away quite a bit, but unusually didn’t leave the UK, but we visited places we hadn’t been for many years, and did the B&B-hopping thing we’d fancied.

Sadly, our beer festival idea went a bit wrong; logistically being fixed to dates and places doesn’t seem to work well for us and our co-conspirators.

At this point, I’d really like to be more positive about this year, but I think I’ll struggle. I’ll briefly mention Brexit- whatever your opinion on whether it should happen or not, I’m pretty certain that no-one could say it is being implemented competently. We still have a spectacularly inept prime minister, too- politics remains a fuck-up, increasing in impact all the time.

About the only positive thing to think of is family and friends: let’s at least be thankful for those, while the world falls apart around us :-), may 2018 be a good year for you all.

Unitary Authority

Sunday, September 17th, 2017

I’ve had this one simmering for a while, so instead of finishing that post that’s been in drafts for ten months, I’ll write this.

I started recently to see a bit of a resurgence of the statement that “we should return to and/or keep imperial measurements because they mean more to people and make more sense”. This is probably due to me following @AnAcreofpints, a twitter account that is

Making the case for keeping customary units like pints, pounds and miles.

Then of course, the Americans chip in, and I see lots of horseshit claiming that degrees Farenheit make more sense than degrees C “because 100 F is about as hot as 0 F is cold” and “a foot is about the length of your foot” and other such crap.

Then there’s the “well, how would you describe someone’s height? In feet and inches, or metres?”.

I thought that was interesting. I grew up in the 70s and 80s: I’m currently in my late forties. I will:

1. Expect draught beer to come in pints (or thirds/halves thereof) in the UK or Ireland.
2. Probably ask for a pound (or quarter/half thereof) of foodstuff at a butchers/greengrocers/sweet shop etc
3. State estimated weight of a person in stones and pounds
4. State estimated height of a person in feet and inches
5. State long road distances in miles
6. State shorter road distances in meteres or yards
7. Measure (eg: within a room) distances in metres/millimeters
8. State temperatures in Celsius
9. Use a recipe in pounds/ounces
10. Weigh a parcel in grams or kg
11. Have a feel for the weight of something large (eg: a car in kg or tonnes (i.e: metric tonnes)
12. Estimate very short distances in mm, ones a bit longer in inches
13. Fuel consumption is in MPG.

I can also, for approximations, freely switch between units. Metres and yards are neither here nor there for road distances of a hundred or two; the conversion difference is neither here nor there. A pint is a bit more than half a litre, a pound is just under 500g. Unless you’re needing any level of precision, the error doesn’t count. Some countries have the concept of a “metric pound” which is 500g.

So what?

My point here is that it’s largely familiarity here. I’m mixing and matching as I see fit, and I think here’s the key: units are a measurement, nothing else. They’re not a expression of Britishness (“I voted Brexit so I can buy potatoes in pounds again”), a political statement, or a way of sticking it to the Eurepeans, and largely, it’s a comfort and familiarity thing, like Windows vs Mac vs Linux, Apple IOS vs Android or Vi vs Emacs. I have this eclectic mix of units because I grew up during a time of change: my Mom taught me to cook, and she’s 30 years older than me, so that was pounds and ounces- many people older will have a much larger swing towards imperial units because they’re familiar with it, it’s not because it’s inherently easier, it just seems so to them. (though how anyone can claim imperial units, with non-decimal subdivisions is easy, is totally beyond me, similarly Guineas and £ S d– I meant, just why would you do that, 240 pennies to a pound?).

Coming back to precision, engineering and science uses metric units. The maths leaves less room for error, when you’re below whole units- something that engineering decided for itself before metrication with “thou”, a metric fraction of an imperial unit…

Riviera

Sunday, May 28th, 2017

We went off to Torquay. It was lovely. We had a good journey (amazingly, both ways, despite coming back on a bank holiday Saturday) great weather, a nice flat to stay in. We went and saw three piers: Torquay Princess, Paignton, and Teignmouth- though they were all a little dissapointing, if I’m totally honest. Torquay Princess has lovely cast-iron railings, but is othewise a jetty with planking, to be honest. Paignton’s signage might as well say “no fun, ever”, and the end of the pier was unreachable because the rides there were locked off.

Just one of many signs prohibiting *everything on Paignton Pier.

Teignmouth’s pier was shut off from just behind the amusement shed too, though at least this was seeemingly because the pier is in need of repair:

Teignmouth’s pier- in need of TLC.

We’d been to Teignmouth together before- our first holiday together, in fact, almost 30 years ago: we recognised bits, but couldn’t remember what the pier was like then.

In between the pier-bothering, we had a lovely ride on an old bus:

Leyland PD1/2, since you asked.

Rides out on the train to a lovely pub at Tospham and around Torbay, had lovely Thai food and a slightly underwheming Indian with a proprietor that gets terribly upset about any criticism, got sunburned and generally relaxed.

NHS & Ransomware

Saturday, May 13th, 2017

Last night, news of a big ransomware outbreak within the NHS came out. This is very bad news: ransomware takes control of your PC and then encrypts any files it can, including any network drives it can get to, then demands money to decrypt them.

Ever since this outbreak was disclosed, there’s been a parallel out break of fuckwits. Stating that various people, from the NHS IT techs to the government are (ir)responsible, and this was entirely avoidable.

It was, of course. But at what cost? Lots of network admins will say how easy it is to keep systems up to date, and at one level it is. My home network is continually up to date: firmware on my domestic router is recent, all the PCs are patched. This is really, really simple, and I barely have to lift a finger to manage it.

It’s also quite simple in a large corporate network if the machines are simple- if they’re all recent PCs, and running little more than Windows and Office, you set up WSUS, keep the OS up to date by having an MS subscription, and it’s job done, and you’re in the pub by lunchtime.

Except, as usual, it’s not that simple.

There are times you can’t update an OS, or at least it’s prohibitively expensive and/or hard. This Twitter thread says it better than I could in relation to the NHS, but all over the place, in industry, education, and everywhere else, there’s systems that are only certified for old operating systems, systems that use bodged, modified OSs (Nortel Callpilot, I’m looking at you) and systems that are untested with patches and/or new operating systems. These cannot be patched or upgraded, and may have millions of pounds of hardware attached which can’t talk to anything else, so the choice becomes to air-gap them, stop using them and buy replacements, engineer a gateway between them and other systems, or just try to beef up the firewall and other edge-protection, and hope nothing gets through; and the compromise is a matter of judgment and risk management, balancing risk against cost and practicalities given limited resources of both staff and cash, and trying to maintain service in something cut to the bone by the current government. It’s worth remembering her that the NHS isn’t the only victim: anyone with finite resources can get hit- so that means basically, all businesses. As complexity increases, the dificulty of keeping it all up to date increases exponentially. Keeping tens of PCs and one server up to date is trivial, hundreds of servers and thousands of PCs with bespoke, complex software is most definitely not.

Finally, spare a thought for the poor NHS sysadmins, fighting this while probably not getting paid, and please, if you’ve suddenly discovered an interest in patching operating systems and are trying to grind a political axe with it, shut the fuck up until you know what you’re talking about.

Some you win

Friday, November 4th, 2016

Time I blogged a bit more…

A week of differing days: starting with a very long day, and a failed Internet connection and firewall migration (which had to be reverted), followed by another late finish, followed by a hospital appointment with a long wait (and having arrived early in order to park, that made it a very long one) and a vile, stop-start rush hour drive back through Brum, along with the accompaniment of an ominous rattle from the car, sounding like I was dragging a wind chime.

Today was improved: the rattle went, and after a check by my friendly local VW specialist, we agreed it was probably nothing more than a stone trapped in a brake disc shield, which then dropped out at some point. A grim drive from there to work, but then things start to improve later in the day: I did have a spare PCI ethernet card in my desk to connect a failing wireless network, the IPCop firewall PC did have a spare slot and the drivers for the card, I did know the password, and it all just worked, which meant a 4pm finish, and a surprisingly good journey home.

With a bit more time on my hands, it’s easier to persuade myself go for a quick spin on the bike to Chasewater. Rush hour was still in progress on the roads, but the towpath was literally almost deserted (I met one person, one cat and one fox in over 6 miles) and peaceful, but tough going after a week and a half not riding. The compensation for dragging my corpulent carcass out on a dark and relatively cold night is that I’ve reclaimed my towpaths from the armies of dog walkers, anglers, fair-weather cyclists, and pokemon hunters that are all over the place on the lighter, warmer evenings (though to be fair there was one pokemon hunter at Chasewater itself).

I’m now hoping my plan to leave early today (Friday) comes to fruition. A plan for the cinema, some beer and some food is forming….

The Pub Lifecycle

Tuesday, August 16th, 2016

Some thing I’ve remarked upon with friends but not really covered here before now is the seemingly cyclical nature of some pubs; Andy has mentioned it in a number of posts, and we’ve probably caught pubs at different stages of the cycle during 100pubs.

What’s prompted this post is one of my local pubs, seemingly on the rise about 2 years ago, has seemingly quickly declined and is heading for the bottom of the curve. I won’t name it.

The cycle seems to go like this:

New landlord/owner –> investment/refurb –> interest in the business –> good beer –> increased custom –> better pub.

There may be food involved, though it’s optional (I’ll return to this).

Then the landlord or the pubco lose interest.

pub gets tatty –> fewer customers –> beer quality down –> takings down –> possible closure/landlord leaves.

Some pubs survive at this low point: if you’ve got an established trade of less fussy customers who drink a basic lager such as Carling or Fosters or a keg bitter like John Smiths that doesn’t go off quickly, there’s money to be made. I’d also like to point out that only serving such beer isn’t neccesarily a sign of a poor pub- I can think of sveral fairly decent pubs with no cask ale near here- but here’s a list othings I’d consider warning signs:

1. Cask ale declines in quality or disappears.
2. “Premium” lager disappears.
3. Wine disappears.
4. Food, if it was served, disappears.
5. Basic maintenance/cleanliness disappears. The toilets are usually the worst thing…
6. Choice of the more basic beer/cider reduces.

Once you get to 6, that’s usually trouble. The locals start to abondon the place, so the money dries up, and this is exactly where we seem to be in this case, and the other local pubs (Walsall Wood being blessed with several) are gaining custom, and raising their game accordingly: one one occaision I’ve left the pub in question due to the poor beer choice, only to see 6-8 customers that left before me in another one nearby.

I know that it’s harder to run a pub these days, and the closures have complex and varied causes, but there’s still oney to be made running a pub, and around 12-18 months ago, this pub was very busy indeed: Walsall Wood isn’t a huge place, but there’s plenty of drinkers about willing to be seperated from their money if you do it even half right, and decent beer, decent wine, and bogs that are at least tolerably sanitary would be a good starting point on the way to a perfect pub. Food can spoil pubs done wrongly, but well done it can boost takings and footfall withoout spoiling atmosphere.

What I don’t understand is that I’ve seen all of the local pubs go through this cycle at least once in the last 20 years (and one of them manage it 3 times, at least). There’sobviously potential to succeed, as they do when a new landlord arrives, but why the rapid cycling when some pubs remain stable for decades?

Beyond the Northern Wastes

Thursday, July 7th, 2016

In the over 20 years I’ve lived in Walsall Wood, near to the 39x (previously)/10/10A (now) bus route, I’ve probably only caught the bus northwards towards Brownhills a handful of times, heading instead towards the bright lights of Walsall, and even on those occaisions, I’ve never strayed north of the A5, because “here there be dragons”, obviously.

It was about time for a change. The happy realisation that the evening service is every 30 minutes or so for its full length from Walsall, through Walsall Wood and Brownhills, into Chasetown and Burntwood, and back, means that a whole raft of new pubs are within reach, so off we went. It’s been a while since we had a bus-based pub crawl.

A short trip to the Swan Island saw us outside The White Swan, which was closed, so we continued to The Nags Head, pausing there for a drink en route to The Drill Inn for food. After a walk back, The White Swan was open, so a swift one in there, and as the bus passes right by and stops very near, one at The Junction, before returning safely back south of the border.

All your files are exactly where you left them

Wednesday, January 13th, 2016

The title of this post comes from a Windows message displayed during a update to Microsoft Windows 10. At the time @theardvaark posted this tweet voicing his distrust of the statement, I muttered to myself “Don’t be soft. Why on earth would a simple windows update move them?

Despite now having worked with the Evil Empire’s products for something like 27 years, and so being used to useless error messages (“An unexpected error has occurred”, for example) and being downright lied to (any message produced by Internet Explorer), I still get caught out at times, and one such thing gave me a nasty shock the other day.
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