Week 169
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Some work. The website gets better. And I took some time to fill in some test coverage gaps, cos thatâs a satisfying little game, and in so doing I found and fixed some bugs â brilliant, the process works.
Oh and my latest sort of high availabilty setup finally got put to the test in in a real scenario: one server went a bit wrong overnight (Varnish spookily started listening on the wrong port) and another seamlessly took over as designed, and I was asleep the whole time, brilliant, weâre close to regaining some nines.
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Forgot Iâd locked a bicycle badly outside a Japanese restaurant, and when I went to retrieve it a week later the front wheel had been nicked. Actually, the thief had gone to the trouble of replacing it with a different wheel â a too-small wheel from a mountain bike, with a flat tyre, so completely useless, but I guess itâs the thought that counts?
Itâs gruelling wheeling a one-wheeled bike home, looks a bit funny. And I was reminded that some places youâd expect to sell wheels only deal in posh lightweight racing ones. Started to wish Iâd taken up unicycling. Havenât bothered reporting the crime to the police.
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Without wanting to dox myself, the Killers had a little gig on the football pitch outside here, and it was great fun seeing all the dozens of lorries delivering bits of stage and everything. Most interestingly, Elton Johnâs playing in a few days, but theyâve already dismantled the Las Vegas rockersâ stage rather than keeping it for the Rocket Man singer. But the Pimmâs and prosecco stalls by the entrance havenât moved.
As for the music, well, I donât know much about acoustics but I think sound sounds better when youâre inside the stadium itâs coming from rather than outside of it, but itâs OK. A small part of meâs almost tempted to finagle a ticket to see the Candle In The Wind singer now, but at what cost?
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đŚ The Man with the Golden Gun, in which Roger Moore wears some horrible clothes. Itâs not one of the best films but ah well. One reviewer says it âsuffers from double entendre-laden dialogueâ, which feels like a misuse of the word âsufferâ. (Missed the start, embarrassed again by there being no adverts or trailers, which Iâdâve known if only there hadnât been some last week.)
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This is definitely an unoriginal point, but acronyms can be confusing canât they, âassigned cop at birthâ, âall males are bastardsâ.
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Down by the river I saw the cutest thing, (and also) a brood of ducklings swimming closely behind their parent, using their innate knowledge of fluid dynamics to conserve energy. And then a team of rowers came thundering along in their skiffs, and with a clatter of oars they smashed the ducky babes to pieces.
The slipstreaming fluffy dears reminded me a tweet there was, actually a screenshot of a Facebook post about bad dudes on their racing bicycles creepily following a lone woman, and I wondered if that ever happens among the birds in the water.