Binky's Groove

iSon.

Macbook on my lap and fidgety yet sleepy son in the crook of my arm.

He doesn’t know that he’ll be coverting this tech in years to come.

Right now he just wants milk. He wants his mum.

Liver let die.

I’m cooking something new tonight. No wait, don’t spin on…
I’m cooking Liver and Bacon. The reason this is significant is because I’ve always hated liver and bacon. It’s just one of those childhood foods that I’ve never wanted to eat again since I left home.
Having read a few recipes, I reckon my mum used to over cook it (sorry mum) but it was always grey, chewy, and horrible. Just used to pick out the bacon, but even that felt tarnished.
So the plan is to make it taste yum and om nom nom my way through it having discovered a genius new dish (or spit it out and go bleugh!! like I used to).

Anyone got a phone number for Dominos just in case?

What just happened?

It’s been a blur. From the moment I woke up on Thursday the 1st July 2010 to the moment I started writing, just then.

A big blurry blur. 

To say I’m pleased to finally have met my newborn son is an understatement. To say I’m proud of my wonderful wife is even more so. 

Having read all the books, joined all the forums and prepared for the worse, a 2 hour labour was a pleasant and very unexpected situation to find ourselves in. From the “ooh I’ve got a bit of a dodgy tummy” to “It’s a boy, it’s a boy, it’s a boy!!” The feelings are quite indescribable, and I don’t particularly want to go into the gory details. Not least of all because you wouldn’t want to read them. 

So I won’t.

I will say, however, that I’ve yet to stop beaming from ear to ear. Even through the sleepless nights (man, they weren’t kidding!) the amazing array of colourful nappies, and the, er, emotional moments. It’s just the best feeling in the world. 

Finding the right words is kind of difficult. Perhaps I should just paste up a picture of me grinning like a happy, crazy, sleep deprived man?

So here are the non disgusting details. Vincent Lester Abbey was born on 1st July at 11.21am, having entered the hospital at 9.30am. He weighed 6lb1oz and had his own twitter account after 24 hours. 

I’ve always loved Cat, obviously, but that morning she became an absolute legend in my eyes; giving me the one thing I always wanted over any shiny gadget thingy or iWotsit. So to her I say thank you, and to Vince I say, GET IN MY SON!!!

Apologies if this is garbled, I kinda need another coffee.

The day the football died?

I am hereby retiring from International football.
Last night’s match will be my last of the world cup and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was against the “winkers” it would have been an absolute travesty. When the likes of Brazil and Spain go to the lengths of diving and cheating to win, our sport is in a lot of trouble. 

This clip from the BBC site shows the “incident” I’m referring to from last night.

It’s shocking, especially the bit where he lifts his head, sees the ref is looking and rolls around some more. What an arse. I appreciate this happens in the Premiership as well, but not as much as we’ve witnessed the last few weeks.

Football has died a bit for me this World Cup.. Let me know when video replays are in affect and I’ll be back.

So I was in the Apple Store again…

…and this time I managed to get some “me time” with the iPad. It’s shiny. I can totally see myself with one. I can see me using it instead of my iPhone and Macbook. It looks amazing showing off photos and video, using the internets is silky smooth and did I mention it’s just so shiny?

That said, it’s still a ridiculously over priced bit of kit that serves little purpose.

And that’s why I queued early doors for an iPhone 4 instead. 

The Apple Hype Machine was in overdrive for this one; turning a normally half sensible geek into a rabid fanboi willing to queue with others outside of the O2 store on a blisteringly hot Thursday morning. What surprised me were the type of people in the queue. Far from the shabby looking converse wearing geek chic kids the Apple ads would have you believe, the people in the queue were mostly shirt and tie wearing tossers. 

I, as it turned out, was one of them.

With a heavy heart I waited my turn and after 2 hours of waiting, an accidental bit of tanning, and 1 change of shirt later I was the proud owner of an iPhone 4.

It’s … OMG… It’s WOAH! … It’s… well, it’s pretty much exactly the same as an iPhone 3G but a heck of a lot faster. The new camera is fast, megapixely and actually rather good for a phone. The new OS seems to be working well and that’s about it. A jump from 3G to iPhone 4 = win. A move from 3GS to iPhone 4… only if you’re out of contract.

The best thing is, most mobile phone recycle companies seem to be offering around £200 for a good condition iPhone 3g+ so you’ll be able to upgrade for mostly free! Huzzah!

Have you ever queued for something that wasn’t groceries?