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What is personal space?

We all know when we feel uncomfortable having someone standing too close to us, in a queue or a crowd.  It's possibly analogous to claustrophobia.

I wonder though, can the same attribute be added to driving?  I hate the feeling of (as my Dad would say) someone trying to drive up my exhaust pipe.  I have discovered that my feelings in this situation have moved on from the ones of worry for safety of all concerned, to similar feelings of having my personal space invaded.

This can happen in front of the car as well, if someone cuts in front in a queue.  Besides the feelings of "Oi mush, I was there!", there are feelings of "Oi mate, you're cramping my Megane!"

Just thought I'd muse about that in the public domain for a while.  Thanks for listening!!!  Now give me some room!!

TTFN

Hipp

Another evening has passed.  Another evening sat in front of the books, revising.  Odd thing revision; you spend hour upon hour reading stuff, doing past paper questions.  You look at it again the next day and it's all gone!  Mind's a blank!  Or is this just me?

Anyone who knows me will testify that I have a pretty short attention span.  As I sat revising tonight, I kept looking at a picture we have on our dining room wall.  Quite a special picture, even though it was bought from a supermarket!  The supermarket was "Pick and Pay" in Middelburg, South Africa.  It was from a smaller retail area within the supermarket and had all manner of leather goods.  The picture shows a pair of elephants on the run and is burnt into leather.  In itself, the picture is probably not that amazing.  However, the memories it evokes are absolutely amazing and too numerous to mention.  I've added a photo of the picture at the bottom of this entry if you're interested.  Middelburg Jun - Nov 1995.

As for the drawstrings....I (when not engrossed in OU stuff) am quite the "new-age" gent!  I try my best to do my bit around the house.  This includes the ironing.  Yep....you heard me right...the ironing.  I'm not saying this to make all my female readers think "wow" or my male readers think "what?...why?" but because I cannot understand why, in this modern era we still have ironing board covers held on with drawstrings.  The wretched things just do not work.  I always end up ironing creases in the cover and not the clothes.  Maybe it's a divine message saying that my calling really isn't in a domestic capacity???  Answers not on a postcard, but in a blog comment if you like!  Also, if anyone has an ironing board cover that they would recommend then.......please tell.....just don't let on that you're telling me!  OK - our secret....shhhhhh!

TTFN

Hipp

How does the human brain work?  I ask this rhetorically as I really don't think that a) anyone actually knows and b) anyone can explain it in such a way that I'd understand.

Why do I ask this?  It's all to do with memory.  How come, I cannot remember a shopping list of 2 items after a drive from our house to Tesco (about 5 minutes), but can remember obscure music and lyrics from songs I heard, maybe once, 20 odd years ago?

I was diggin in the understairs cupboard (those of you who have seen it will understand why I say dig - I have a quote pending for a scaffold installation!) for a CD I have not seen for years and came across loads of others.  This led me to thinking that I have loads of vinyl stuff in the loft (anyone remember 7" and 12"?)

I duly scavenged around and found (I am opening myself up for some major abuse here, but I will go on anyway):

• Darts - The Boy from New York City
• Joe Dolce - Shaddap Ya Face
• Sigue Sigue Sputnik - 21st Century Boy & Love Missile F1-11
• Howard Jones - Like to Get to Know You Well
• The Alarm - 68 Guns
• Art of Noise - Close to the Edit

and that's just the random set of singles I found.  Who knows what I might find if I delve into the albums???

But anyway, I played some of these masterpieces for the kids entertainment and was plunged back to my youf and able to sing along, in words, "dum-de-dum"s where appropriate, air drums and air guitar to nearly all.

Whilst being more than slightly alarmed at actually doing this, I was even more amazed that I had the memory retention of it all.

If you want to know more of my record collection or even my cassette collection, let me know!  If you have any equally horrific or embarrasing, don't be shy - let me know too!

TTFN

Hipp

It's officially bedtime!

Maybe I'll wake up soon and start blogging again....

Do you think I should?

Hipp

Click here for a great clip. 

I know all kids are great.  All kids are fab.  All kids make us laugh.

But....this kid has the most infectious laugh I have seen.  Let's see if anyone can better it.

Hipp

I have a mission.  It is a mission which I am taking very seriously.  It is a mission I will never complete.  It is a mission doomed to failure.

My mission is to find the Perfect Crisp.

The perfect crisp is of a size which will fit into my mouth in two bites.  It should be mid brown in colour with the dark inner ring clearly visible around the whole crisp.  It should also have a three-dimensional shape (i.e. not flat and boring).  I have found numerous crisps that match this high specification.

Here's where it all gets too tricky though.  The crisp must also taste perfect.  I strive for maximum flavour at all times, so the crisp must be well flavoured; the actual crisp flavour is, in fact, immaterial for the quest.

As you can probably guess, the quest will never succeed as, in order to fulfil the taste test, the structure of the crisp is irreversibly condemned!

However, I shall continue in my quest in the vain hope that somewhere down the line, a solution may be found where I can "virtually" taste the crisp.

I made my own crisps tonight in order to further my studies.  Oh the hardship!

I think I need more sleep!!

TTFN - Hipp

I thought I did, well, being in the business and all.

But, I'm baffled. On my laptop and certain other machines, in the top page of my blog, I AM Stanley Kubrick. Yet, on other machines (my own at home included), I AM my South Park avatar.

Wierd!!!

Hipp

First, can anyone post me a comment detailing, say, your top 5 web sites? I'm doing an OU course and I reckon it'd be possible to do character analysis of people simply by looking at their web activity. Either that or you might just find something you didn't know???????

Secondly, I'm getting increasingly irritated by TV and radio asking for the public to vote on who looks the best, dresses the best, dances, sings, performs, etc. I've just about had my fill. I even heard on radio 1 a request for people to vote via text message as to who they thought would win a TV text poll!!! How utterly ridiculous. Anyways, I don't think that we have the right to play god in so many people's lives. Have you seen the devastated looks on faces as they get dumped out of high profile TV shows simply down to people sat in front of their TV's sending a name in via a text message. I think it's wrong. Any thoughts?

That's about all for now. I'll post some real news soon.

Please comment!

Hipp

PS - Delirious? Live - AWESOME!