Finally sat down to test my forthcoming integration with the forthcoming Transport for the North disruption information API, only to find that the test disruption information had already been removed – there are some learnings for me there about the folly of leaving things till the last minute.
Reworked some maps to use Mapbox GL JS instead of Leaflet. Then decided the reworked maps weren’t as good, so back to the old maps. Cool story.
Experimented with some more form fields to let enthusiastic fellows record which buses have special features like USB charging sockets and bicycle storage. Also, what depot a bus is based at – which some people seem interested in, but I quickly decided is a terrible boondoggle.
There was a little outage, the fault of Digital Ocean and not me, for a change. And now I’ve fiddled with some settings to make things more resilient the next time there’s such a networking issue, so that’s good.
And some other stuff too. Big week.
Happy winter solstice, fellow northern hemisphersons. I went to the nearest city, and stood in some queues to buy some last-minute general merchandise I didn’t need to travel all that way to buy. I also passed some time with a jolly Christmastime ride on a preserved Bristol RE – apart from the grand roar of the engine, and curious looks from pedestrians, a highlight was the comfort of the seats, compared to what I’d sat on on the modern bus to get there. Anyway, it’s much recommended – good to feel nostalgic for an era years before one’s time.
I’m afraid Giles Coren (and Mark Dolan)’s programme on the dreadful Talk Radio has become a Sunday evening favourite. Actually, a Monday morning one – one can download past broadcasts in half hourly chunks, e.g. this is the URL for 19:00–19:30 on the 22nd of December:
Heston Blumenthal was a recent guest, promoting his and Coren’s weak new television programme Hestons Marvellous Menu: Back to the Noughties. I watched a bit:
Cheese twit Alex James, peering out from under all his hair, was one of the luminaries who appeared to talk about how great the early 2000s were.
Blumenthal’s head chef is named Ed Cooke, ha ha ha.
Blumenthal, who looks really like a Lego figure, wears a selection of tee shirts with his coat of arms on them, which maybe is a bit of a dick move – but I suppose it takes some courage not to worry about people thinking you’re a dick for wearing tee shirts with your coat of arms on them.