really enjoyed vol2.
No3 is now available from Howies although not sure I can justify the £4 postage they stung me for on the last one I ordered
http://brainfood.howies.co.uk/2009/11/volume-3/
Funded by 1SW again but employed by the National Trust on a 3yr contract. Just shy of £26k salary.
http://jobs.guardian.co.uk/job/933018/c ... t-manager/
I could be tempted by this.....
1SW is a partnership looking at making the SW (mostly Devon) a world class mountain biking destination (ie building more trails centres to compete with the like of 7Stanes etc) and generally promoting riding in the area
They've got a job going. 3 yr contract, starting salary £25k+
Details...
Loads more here and they did some for the world cup as well
http://www.spitfireale.co.uk/advertisin ... ds2000.htm
These were banned from the London Underground at one point
The offending ad (I can't find pic of it) had the following text:
"_ _ SS"
"German lager (4)
The implied...
Reminded me of the Lisbon downtown downhill race.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTDpF87XOos
Last year was the ninth year it was run. Steve Peat won again making it 7 in a row :!: :!:
It's 23rd May this year. http://lisboadowntown.sapo.pt/en/
Here's another from a weekend trip to Kirroughtree and Mabie. Again not retro
http://vimeo.com/1699244
I'm keen to make more films if anyone is up for being filmed. We could even go retro and film it on super 8 :D
I'm into jam making at the moment. Lots of fruit from the allotment and hedgerows makes it worthwhile. Rhubarb and ginger is currently the jam of the moment. Great on toast - better on ice cream!
Been known to make honeycombe/cinder toffee as well.
I've you've got the time and want to wind them up/waste their time then use this anti-telmarketing counterscript whenever they call
http://www.xs4all.nl/~egbg/counterscript.html
I kinda though it was too good to be true when I first saw it as the frame number didn't start Qxxxx plus the fact that the police would have skipped this if I hadn't paid bottom dollar last night. Still musn't grumble for the price of 34 quid when the real dross was going for more.