One more post before the batteries die in the Tosh. I’ve been installing software and posting from the little beastie for quite some time now, and the little icon tells me I have less than 20 minutes left. It’s done quite well, really. It’s been running for about three hours now, and that included some fairly heavy file copying and downloading over the wireless connection. And I’d used it on battery quite a bit at work on Monday, too – and that included using a PC card wireless connection, so it looks like the total battery life might not be too far off the claimed six hours. Certainly six hours of more normal application use and moderate web and email work seems feasible.
Have I mentioned what a nice machine this is?
 New 3G data card from Orange, which actually works with the VPN, which makes it potentially very useful. At least one of our senior people wants one. I’ve told him he’ll have to wait until I’ve tested it some more, though
OK. Confession time. In 1979, when this album first appeared, I was deeply
uncool. I had no interest at all in popular music, so The Clash
completely passed me by. Sorry. I made up for it a few years later, and by the mid 80s, I was much better.
Anyway, what we have here is a really rather tasty 25th anniversary edition of possibly the definitive Clash album. It’s presented in a tasteful fold out sleeve which includes a nice little booklet with archive photographs, articles and notes on the original album, and a reproduction of the original 12″ lyric sheet. Good so far. But if (like any discerning music fan) you already have London Calling on CD, why would you buy this? Well, apart from its general gorgeousness and style, the package also includes a CD of demos, alternative versions and the like, culled from the long lost Vanilla Tapes and a DVD featuring a documentary by the ubiquitous Don Letts and some original promo videos.
Much has been writen by far more coherent people than me, so I’ll jsut say that this is a glorious album, from the opening blast of the title track through to Train in Vain. Get it now. Not necessarily this edition (the standard one should be available for not a lot at all), but certainly the original album.
 In the UK, that is. It didn’t appear in the US until the following year, which goes some way to explaining Rolling Stone magazine’s labelling it as the best album of the 1980s.
 It had been thought that the only copy had been lost, but apparently Mick Jones found another while moving house.
 Who made the quite excellent Westway to the World and was in Big Audio Dynamite with Mick Jones.
Hmmm. Can’t seem to get it together to do much exercise. Again. Took longer than usual to recover from the last London trip, then had a night out. This evening, I got involved with some other things.
That wouldn’t be so bad, but I didn’t even walk to or from work today. This morning I was feeling a little fragile, and this evening it was raining just enough to make warning a little too unpleasant to contemplate.
 A future post will reveal all
Well, I had a night out. I might have had a wee drinkie or two. This probably accounts for this morning’s scary figure of 203.0 pounds (14 stone 7 pounds, 92.1kg).
Should be better tomorrow……