Three men contemplate a dying fish

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We walked thirteen miles today up and down the canal from Huddersfield to Marsden and back again. Thirteen miles! And it was extremely hot - around 23°C (that’s 74°F for people who can’t understand proper temperatures yet). I was sweating so much I would have been drier if it had been raining.

But as well as seeing a dying fish we saw a leech, a horsedrawn canal barge, and recieved an informative lecture on fresh water clams from a man in a red neckerchief. And to top it all we had a rather pleasant day too.

What’s more I’m starting to have more faith that I’m going to manage the Dales Walk after all. Sure I’ve a few aches and pains, and undoubtedly these will be even more prominent tomorrow. But the thirteen miles went pretty quickly and at no point did I feel like I was struggling.

Mind you, I’ve got vague ideas about climbing Mount Snowdon at some point this week, so I am prepared to have all my illusions about my hiking prowess cruelly shattered.

Fame at last

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The Huddersfield Daily Examiner printed a story about our walk yesterday. They even published the photo (although they had to crop round my head as it was too big for the page).

It was interesting to see what they used out of the press release I wrote and what they didn’t. They missed out the list of people who are coming, which was a shame, but I suppose space was limited. We took up three quarters of a page as it was.

Still it’s all good publicity, both for the walk and the charity as a whole. I sent the press release off to a couple of other papers too so we’ll see if anything comes of those.

A lessening of pace

It’s just over two months now until the Dales Walk and I’m kicking things up a notch in both my fundraising and my training. I’m aiming to get out and walk at least three or four miles every single day from now until we set off, which is going to eat into my free time quite significantly. As a result I’m probably not going to be around as much both here and on your own blogs. But don’t cry for me Blogosphere , the truth is I never left you. All through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise. Don’t keep your distance.

God I hate that song.

I’m still going to throw a couple of posts out a week though. In fact you probably won’t notice any difference. And all you buggers who have promised me a guest post still have to do them too. Don’t think you can weasel out of it that easily.

Saturday Review: Iron Man

Kerry and I went to see Iron Man at the cinema this evening. I knew I was in for a good time when even the trailers made me wet myself with anticipation. I mean The Hulk, Dark Knight, and a new Indiana Jones film? Bugger renaissance Italy, the pinnacle of high culture is right here and now baby. It’s good to be in 2008 and a geek.

Lee over at Quit Your Day Job has been jabbering on about the Iron Man movie for around twenty to thirty years now, and I must admit I’ve been slightly cynical. Ever since the travesty that was Phantom Menace I’ve had a hard time getting worked up over the pre release hype.

But I was wrong to doubt Lee’s enthusiasm, and I’m man enough to admit it. That film was bloody brilliant. I’ve never really followed Iron Man (or any marvel comics), and so don’t know if the character stayed true to his roots. But old shell head has just shot up into 5th position in my top ten superheros based purely on Robert Downey Jr’s excelent portrayal (Displacing Gnort into 6th place Lee will be shocked to hear). I thought Jeff Bridges was fantastic too. The CGI was great, the plot was great, the action was great, the directing was great.

Go see it. It’s great.

Possibly the reason my keyboard is currently covered in paint

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Guest Post Thursday: Me

I’m not here today, I’m guest posting over at Rattling the Kettle where I am rattling my charity tin.

On the subject of the charity, I found this video entitled The Dales Walk in 60 seconds the other day. If only it were that easy.

A day at the museum

I’m fortunate in that my job is flexible enough to allow me to look after Amy and Evan on Monday’s and Wednesdays. I generally try and get out and about on those days, because if we just stay in the house all day we all drive each other insane.

I was sat on the stairs this morning trying to think of something to do.

“I know” I said to Amy “We could go to the Museum of Photography in Bradford”

“YES!!” shouted Amy, and started dancing around in jubilation.

I couldn’t understand her exhilaration until she turned to me with excitement in her eye and said

“I love the Museum of Toffee!!”

Something tells me she’s going to be a little disappointed.

Guest Post Tuesday: Oli

Oli and I have been skirting the fringes of each other’s friendship groups for around ten years, but it’s only been in the last 18 months or so that we’ve actually become friends.

He’s a regular commenter on the blog, a enthusiastic member of the mighty Dales Walk team, and someone who obviously likes to bring things in right on their deadline (This post appeared in my inbox at 2:30am this morning).

He has his own livejournal site, and also a webpage containing some of his rather spiffing photography.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Oli.

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oliThanks for inviting me to write a post Dan.  I was simultaneously very chuffed that you’d chosen me to contribute to your online opus, and a bit miffed that I didn’t get to go first.
I’ve spent the last couple of weeks putting together lists of things that I could write about, but as I’ve read from other contributors, it’s best not to force these things, so I scrapped all the lists and decided to write about what’s going on at the moment.  And a few thoughts.

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I’ve just bought a new computer.
It’s got Vista on it - designed to make my life easier, and help consolidate all my daily functions.  Well, not ALL my daily functions but I think you hear enough about Dan’s daily functions, so I won’t go into that.
The thing is, it hasn’t made my life easier, and I guess that’s no real surprise.  It’s certainly not made my life worse, but since receiving it on Thursday morning, I’ve found myself being really quite grumpy.  The only good thing about the computer was its delivery time - ordered at 4.30pm Wednesday; received 9.15am Thursday.  Oh, and the fact that the hard disk doesn’t make horrific clunking sounds and refuse to turn on (the sole reason why I needed to buy another).

Now as I understand it, blogs are mainly used by people to tell their friends what they’ve been up to.  Sometimes they attract readers from further afield, and sometimes the more popular blogs amass a huge following from all around the world (hello everyone).
I read that blogs first started when some fellow decided to serialise Samuel Pepys’ diary (has he finished yet?), and the idea caught on.

Did Sammy P whinge about his new quill in the same way as me and my new computer?  Were the majority of his diary entries accounts of how fed up he was with various aspects of his life, or how he could never get that girl he fancied?  I suspect not, but I have noticed that the majority of blogs I’ve read feature mostly complaints and gripes, and seem to demonstrate that as a whole, the online community is not a happy bunch.

There are exceptions of course, and from what I’ve read on this here blog, we’re a contented lot (perhaps the main subject matter and the thread which connects the vast majority of posters, if not readers too, is the reason for this).

However, my experience of blogs, online messageboards and the rest of the real world has led me to the conclusion that we’d much rather complain than offer praise or thanks.
For the past 5 years, I’ve run a website for the students of St Andrews, and the main attraction of the site is the growing number of messageboards.  Unfortunately, I’ve noticed a trend on these boards, which is that almost every single discussion will dissolve into a bitter, argumentative slanging match, usually before the end of the first page, and I’ve come up with two  reasons why.

1) We don’t think enough.

It’s not that we don’t think of sensible strategies to argue or debate; it’s not that we don’t think of enough things to raise in order to prove our point; it’s simply that we either don’t think how our message will be interpreted, or we don’t think what the other person could mean.  I may be digging too deep, or I may be waffling (but hey, that’s another purpose of a blog, right?) but what I’m getting at is this:  If I write a flippant, off the cuff comment, and you read it after a bad day at work, you’re going to interpret it in a different manner from if the sun is shining and you’ve just been with the person you love.

Perhaps this could be resolved by being more eloquent, or being less ambiguous in our writing.  Perhaps we should post more things about the positive stuff that’s happening in our lives.

2) We frown while we type
(This one’s a lot easier to fix)

This student community website of mine causes me no end of trouble (including the occasional threat of a lawsuit for defamation*), heartache and frustration, but all of this fades away into nothingness when one person tells me that they chose the university in the town where I live because of the information they’ve gleaned from my website. Just one person every once in a while who says, “thank you”.

Which leads me to think:
I’ve seen shops’ websites with a “How to complain” page, but without “How to get in touch to say thanks”. I’ve seen stacks of complaint forms sitting in offices, but never a “thanks for doing a great job and providing the level of service I expect”.

What would happen if we started phoning or writing to the people who we buy stuff from to tell them that it’s arrived, and it’s exactly what we’ve ordered?
I’ll tell you - it confuses them.  They’re not used to it (at first). I’ve been doing it for a while now, so they’re getting used to it.  And my suppliers give me better deals.  And I get free stuff.  And I now receive “friendly reminders” instead of “final demands” if ever my accounts department is a little late with a payment.  And I get really friendly phone calls and twenty-odd minute chats from people who would previously have only spoken to me if I’d called them to conduct business.

And I become less grumpy.

And I realise that this computer isn’t trying to ruin my life, and although it’s not exactly making it easy at the moment, any frustrations that the computer causes don’t REALLY matter in the long run.

Here’s a thought - as you’re driving around today, smile and wave at people.  People you don’t know.  They’ll smile and probably wave back, even if they don’t recognise you.  Ring up someone who isn’t expecting you to, and thank them for something they’ve done.  You’ll both feel better for it.

A friend of the family had the following cross-stitched on a cushion (which I don’t feel invalidates the point in any way): Happiness is contagious - we get it from each other.

That’s another thing blogs are good for - overly sentimental rubbish that you probably should take heed of. Oh, and if you choose to post a reply, try not to frown as you hunch over your keyboard…

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So there we go.  The longest post I’ve written for a blog.
Even my own blog doesn’t get such a lengthy submission (truth be told, I only signed up to Livejournal so that I could access someone’s private
area). I hadn’t realised it was such hard work - I’ll regard your blog in a new light from hereonin Dan.

Although I suspect I’ll continue to skip the bits about your daily functions.

Oli Walker

These boots are made for walking

Today I got a new pair of walking boots. Here’s a picture of them:

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OK, maybe not; but they might as well be. You see, my new boots are blue.

When I posted the photo of the Dales Walk team last week Phil commented that he thought that we all looked a little drab. But in truth it’s all a matter of perspective. Sure, to his Hawaiian shirt wearing garish American eyes we were a mite subdued. But to our muted English sensibilities we were positively resplendent. Some might even argue that we had gone over the top. Just look at Craig’s turquoise anorak for a start; he always was a bit of an extrovert.

Every pair of shoes, boots or trainers I have previously owned have been either brown, black, grey, or if I was feeling particularly daring, a combination of all three. In the stuffy and repressed world of Dan colored shoes have always been the domain of women, childen, and people wo consider themselves “wacky”.

So why my sudden leap into the world of lurid footwear? Well for a start the boots were half price. Down fifty quid from a hundred - always a bonus. And also the size I wanted was just sitting around in a box in the shop which meant that I didn’t have to talk to the sales assistant. I have rather large feet (12/13) and shops often don’t have the shoes I want in my size. This means I have to repeatedly ask the staff to ferret around the back room to search for something that fits me. This uses incredible amounts of my human interaction reserves, and as a result leaves me too traumatized to speak to any other sales assistants or call center operatives for at least two months.

But the main reason I chose the boots is that I have always had a tendency to use the same pair of shoes for every single occasion. In fact, up until this morning I only had one pair of shoes - a remarkably comfortable but shabby pair of brown mud splattered trainers. I’ve had them for around 9 months and during that time I’ve used them for walking, lazing round the house, work, and even going to a funeral. But these new boots are meant for walking only, The Dales Walk to be precise, and, while I need to wear them in, I don’t want to knacker them before we set off. However by being blue there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to wear them anywhere that I don’t need to, thereby maintaining their pristine nature for when I need them most.

Pure genius, even if I do say so myself.

New arrivals

Yesterday morning we came downstairs to find that where we once had two guinea pigs, there now were five. Hurrah, babies!

I have been in negotiations with our local kebab shop and they are more than happy to take them off our hands next Tuesday.

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