Idle on a Sunday evenin’
1 August 2004Having moved back to London this weekend and then unpacked all my stuff, I’ve been staggered to find out how many books I own (twice as many as I thought), and specifically, how many Dilbert books I own (one of the terrible consequence of geekdom is that everyone buys you them as presents).
Went to a terrible Indian restaurant last night – the Everest on Craven Road near Paddington station. Food ranged from the mundane to the shocking, service poor (when you’re a party of 20 people, one jug of tap water is not enough) and we were ripped off for the beer (they insisted a pint was 660ml, and charged us accordingly).
Today I got curious about how hurricanes are named and so looked it up – I knew they relied on names but didn’t know they were assigned from an alphabetical list, nor that that they rotate between lists on a six-year basis. Nice to know there is a ‘Chris’ on the list, though some are a bit unsuitable – ‘Flossie’ is hardly a name you’d associate with something so destructive.
Oh, and have a word of the day – ampelography: the science of identifying grape varieties (usually by looking at the leaves).
