Phone. Went against the poll advice and bought the 2GB mini-SD card. Worked fine for me in spite of the reported problems on the forums.
Have used the phone a bit as an MP3 player, but it's hard to get used to only having a gig or two, and the interface isn't as friendly. Could be handy to only carry one gadget around though.
Bought a pair of khaki trousers that transform into shorts by unzipping the legs; mainly because they seemed handy to travel with. Two problems. Firstly, the zips mean the trouser legs hang slightly oddly, as a more perfectly rounded cylinder, like space suit legs. These have pretty chunky zips though: that problem might go away with slimmer zips.
Secondly, while I've been carefully washing the legs along with the shorts each time, I have spent a fair amount of time in the sun just wearing the shorts lately. The sun-bleaching effect means that the shorts are now slightly lighter in colour than the legs, which is not ideal.
Tried the other duck breast. Forgot to turn the heat down: meant to do 13 minutes on medium but did 13 minutes on high. That seemed to work a lot better: crisper and crunchier.
Didn't like the courgettes <USian>zucchini</USian> I tried originally, but someone gave me some courgettes he grows on his allotment, and they were a lot nicer: very flavourful.
What I'm Watching
Saw 12 Angry Men on DVD. Superb film, not nearly as dated as I expected. Very simple set-up, near real-time, practically all in a single room; but the tension is ratcheted up so well it never gets boring. Not too preachy either.
Does get a bit too stagey in some ways, such as when they all turn away from the racist, and the somewhat implausible excuses found for sub-groups to have private conversations, but they're minor flaws.
Went to see Rebels and Martyrs: The Image of the Artist in the Nineteenth Century at the National Gallery. Does what it says: lots of portraits and self-portraits of artists. Little bit then on the talent, though there's a great sardonic Picasso there. The spoofs and caricatures of the posers are often more interesting than the actual artists though.
Was surprisingly quiet when I was there (first thing on Sunday admittedly); since it seems intended to be very populist. Was quite a blissful experience: not too hot, child count zero, could wander right up to the paintings and stare without inconveniencing people. (very handy since I forgot my glasses).
Overall it's a bit expensive for the talent on offer though: I wouldn't bother unless you're a completist.
Encountered this expression on the Fluffyblog: I think I'd seen it before but assumed it was a typo or an oddity. It seems to be pretty common though, which is very strange. I can see either "blue cheese" or "fromage blue", but don't see the point of "bleu cheese" at all. It's not as if blue cheese is uniquely French: Dolcelatte and Gorgozola are Italian, Blue Stilton is English, and Danish Blue is from Kazakhstan.
What's odder is that from context it seems to be treated as a generic product. They never seem to say things like "I went out to get some bleu cheese and came back with a nice Gorgonzola": bleu cheese seems to be the thing-in-itself: you go out to get some bleu cheese, come back with bleu cheese, it tastes like bleu cheese and that's it. Very strange.
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