Would You Just Sit Down!

Part of being a grumpy young man is the ability to find something to annoy you in every conceivable situation. The situation that has been getting on my nerves recently is people’s Neanderthal like behaviour the moment they step on to an aircraft.

It first really came to my attention when I took low cost airlines around India (which, if you were to compare them to the no-frills crap we have in England is like a 5 star luxury travel experience). India is quite renowned as a nation of people who don’t follow the rules. If you tried to follow the rules, you’d never get anything done. However, it becomes particularly apparent on a low cost airline.

So yes, I thought it was specific to India, people’s behaviour on planes, but after taking some crap no-frills airlines while back in England, I’ve been forced to reconsider this opinion.

Mobile Phones

This is my biggest annoyance. Everyone knows that they ask you to turn your phone off when you are on the plane, yet people insist on walking on to the plane on the phone, sending text messages, shooting off emails on their blackberry etc.

On the flight back to Chennai the guy next to me was sending messages all through the announcement about turning off your phone, it was done in English, Hindi and Tamil so he had no excuse other than being a knuckleheaded buffoon.

I understand that 99% of the time, use of your mobile phone has no bearing on the performance of the plane, but I have read stories whereby the pilot has been unable to communicate with the tower because of the buzzing interference of a mobile phone. Maybe I’ll get my pilot friend to comment further on this matter.

Anyway, the point is, I’m sure if everyone used their phone, there could well be some problems, you are not special, particularly if you are sitting in cattle class with me, so don’t be an ejit and use your phone.

But it gets worse, the moment the plane touches down, people nowadays seem to be so addicted to their mobiles to which one can probably draw comparisons with smokers and the urge to have a cigarette, because the plane is still on the runway and they pull out their mobile to check for messages! No one loves you anyway, so save it till you get in to the terminal. Oh and if you do get a message, don’t kid yourself, it’s only the local network welcoming you to the country.

Seat Recliners

Oh, this annoys me nearly as much as mobile phones do. The people who make use of the seat recliners are the sort who have no consideration and nothing but contempt for another human being. You can pick out the self centred bastards of the world by those that choose to use the recliner, thus inconveniencing the person behind you who suddenly has an LCD TV shoved in to their face and even less room to move around in.

But what gets me more is that on every single bloody flight, the attendants ask you to put your seat in the upright position. So what’s the first thing these inconsiderate morons do when they board the plane? Recline their seat, I mean, what in God’s green Earth are they thinking? Anyone who’s been on a flight knows the seat has to be upright for take off, why tell everyone you’re an ignorant waste of space right from the start?

Again, I’ve been on a plane which is still on the ground and a cabin crew have asked someone to put their seat forward and not a few minutes later, they recline it again. What makes them think they are more special than someone else, other than winning the most inconsiderate award.

In my somewhat lopsided view, when I looked around the plane virtually everyone had their seats fully reclined, those that didn’t were mostly westerners. When I challenged an Indian friend on this, they replied that they recline their seat because they can, it hadn’t even occurred to them that it could possibly inconvenience the person behind them – something (not considering others) which I think is pervasive throughout Indian society, but that’s a blog post for another day!

So next time you are on a flight, don’t be an arsehole, leave your seat upright. If you want to sleep, stop being a cheapskate and upgrade to a class that lets you stretch out fully, don’t inflict your pig headedness on others just because you are too tight to pay for a better seat.

Seatbelts

Personal safety mean anything to anyone? Then why do the cabin crew have to come around and ask you to put your seatbelt on before take off?!

There must be some kind of psychological problem with some people, they have no fear of death but an irrational fear of being restrained or something because they don’t like wearing that seatbelt!

It’s like, as soon as the plane touches down, you hear the click of people removing their seatbelt and almost letting out a sigh of relief, as if they can finally breathe now the restraining belt can be removed.

And if that’s not enough, on Indian flights, people are actually standing up before the plane has left the runway – leaving the cabin crew to beg and plead with people to sit back down!

Safety Notice

Yes, I know that by now we all know where the doors are located on a plane and that the life jacket is located under the seat and in the event of an emergency we’ll all scream, panic and possibly do something involuntary but even so, keep quiet during the safety instructions!

This was a huge problem on the European flights, the safety notice began and people carried on talking, raising their voices to be heard over the PA system! Eventually the cabin crew had to ask everyone to be silent and started all over again. I’ve noticed on the internal Indian flights the passengers do give the cabin crew their full attention, although I feel this may have more to do with the fact that they are slim and very pretty rather than male and gay like in England!

I mean come on, would it actually kill you to be quiet for a few minutes while the cabin crew give some instructions which may save your life?

Toilets!

Bloody hell this annoys me. Why does it take some people 10 minutes to go to the toilet on a plane?! Especially when they can see a queue of people outside.

I think airlines should start charging for use of the toilet, your first 2 minutes is free, after that it is a £1 / $1 per minute. No one should be taking more than 5 minutes anyway! Not unless they are in the process of joining a certain exclusive club, and even then, 5 minutes?

If you have an aisle seat, don’t complain when people get up!

In the day and age where you get to select your seat before you board, or in the case of the low-but-hidden-charges cost airlines a free for all once you get on the plane, if you choose an aisle seat, don’t complain when someone gets up to go to the toilet or has to wake you to get out!

On the way back to India, I saw one middle aged totally ignorant gentleman refuse to move to allow a lady (who was about 80) get out – the retarded man made her climb over and had the audacity to look put out by this!

The guy wasn’t the smallest and there was another bulky guy sitting next to him who also tried to get out, the comedy of seeing two fat guys trying to squeeze past each other, one stubbornly refusing to get up and the other trying to get through, it just made him look utterly ridiculous, I almost felt like saying to him, “what the hell, move you fool!”

So I don’t know what it is about air travel that makes people lose all sense of etiquette and consideration for others, maybe the irrational fear of flying overrides all other emotions and actions of people and turns them in to little balls of selfishness with not a thought for their fellow passenger.

What annoys you about air travel?!

The Attraction of the Netbook

About a year ago I followed all the other geeks and nerds in this world and bought myself a netbook. I’d seen the hype and exposure they got over on Engadget throughout 2008 and made up my mind that I wanted one :)

Incase you are still not sure what a netbook is, it’s like a mini laptop, reduced keyboard size, very low technical specifications and very, very cheap for what it is. As you might infer from the name, a netbook is designed specifically for browsing the Internet and not too much else.

NetBook Vs Laptop

The black machine in the picture below is my work Laptop, a 15.3″ screen and since the company gave me an unlimited budget, I set it up like a gaming rig which makes it insanely quick (even two years later) but unfortunately it’s bloody heavy and not convenient to cart around. The cute white thing is my netbook, grossly underpowered but I probably use it more than my laptop.

dell xps 1530 vs asus eeepc 901

eeepc vs dell

my work and play laptops

In the photo below you can see some deformation in the top left of the underside of my netbook. I’m not entirely sure what happened but I assume the battery was charging and resting on something circular, which somehow melted it – although I don’t even know how that’s possible….

A deformed eeepc

The reason I wanted one was because they looked really cool and my work laptop is the size and weight of a fridge so it’s not convenient for lugging about except to the office and back.

The thing with netbooks is that they are pretty much all the same in terms of technical spec. They all have the same processor and same amount of memory. The reason for this is that they nearly all run Windows XP and Microsoft, being desperate to get rid of the thing (although not quite as desperate as getting rid of Vista), imposed technical limits on the type of machine XP could be installed on.

For that reason, even now, with Windows 7 out, netbooks are still run on Atom processors with 1 GB of RAM and an Intel Integrated Graphics Accelerator (which is a fancy name for something that doesn’t do too much).

The chief selling point of netbooks are that they are small, light, extremely portable and have a very long battery life – and what traveling businessman or self confessed nerd could say “no” to such a thing!

Back in December 2008, I bought the Asus EeePC 901 (the Eee stands for education because these things were originally designed for kids in poor countries to use) for £250. It had all the usual specs with a 9″ screen and a fantastic 7 hour battery life – that’s about 85% of the time it takes me to get to India!

After a year of using this netbook, I have to say it’s probably my best purchase ever. I knew that it was going to be useful, but bloody hell, I didn’t think it would become like an extension of me.

Even now, after a year, there isn’t one single thing that I would change about it and I use it virtually everyday for several hours. Whether it’s sitting in bed (and writing this blog post), crashed infront of the TV, on an airplane or train, not only does it still have the ability to turn heads, but it’s so damn convenient.

Sidenote: I was coming back from India in October and I had this netbook out, watching movies on it and no fewer than 3 people stopped and asked me about it – it’s that good :D

The small form factor might put a few people off given that the keys are about 2/3rds the size of a normal keyboard, but unless you have ham fists and podgy fingers you’ll be touchtyping away within hours of using it. To me, the smaller keyboard makes no difference whatso ever – but I have been informed that I have girls hands, a fact that I strenuously deny and put down to unbridled jealousy :D

I’ve used my netbook to write reports, articles, blog posts, budget reports and keep track of my finances, literally, when it comes to light admin and “office” related tasks, there’s nothing it cant handle.

Watching movies on it is awesome aswell, the Asus EeePC range produces an incredible sound from such a tiny box, I remember a friend conceding that the speakers were louder than their full sized Dell laptop!

However, there are things you can’t do on a netbook that you can on a full sized laptop, chief amongst them are multi-tasking. You definitely can’t have dozens of different applications open and expect to be able to work efficiently. At the most, you will be able to have 2 or 3 different applications open, for example I have Opera (the best browser) and StarOffice (awesome free alternative to MS Office and doesn’t require half the amount of power to run) open right now, but if I opened another app, then I’d start to see some lag.

Naturally, you can’t do photo editing (I can crop photos, like the ones above using GIMP) or play the latest games on it either, although I installed DOS-BOX and got loads of late 90′s / early 2000′s games to run decently enough.

If you are literally going to:

  • Browse the Internet
  • Chat on Skype / Use IM
  • Write documents
  • Do things in a spreadsheet
  • Watch movies (non-HD)
  • Listen / Manage your music
  • Manage your photos

Then you seriously wouldn’t go wrong with a Netbook. I can’t imagine how I would cope without it now as it goes with me everywhere! Not only that, but laptop batteries generally get weaker over time, but amazingly, my Asus EeePC 901 has kept going well and I still get 6 1/2 to 7 hours battery life out of it. With WiFi turned on and Internet browsing that does reduce to around 3 to 3 1/2 hours though.

I’ve got an SSD drive which is way more power efficient and quicker than a standard hard drive – XP boot up time is just seconds. The down side is that you have a smaller storage capacity (about 15% compared to a HDD) but the upside is a faster and longer lasting machine.

Even if you need to do more taxing things, then obviously a more powerful laptop is required, but you can’t rule out a netbook, simply because it is so portable.

I love it when I’m on a plane or train and people get out ridiculously large laptops (like my work one) that weigh a tonne, and simply use it to watch a film or write a Word document. I get out this tiny little thing (the netbook!), which can be shoved in the top of your rucksack and proceed to do everything that people with laptops are doing – and I can’t help but stifle a smirk when their battery gives up after a couple of hours and I still have another 4 hours left!

I can get a train to the airport, and use my netbook, sit in the departure lounge, using the netbook, get on the plane and use the netbook and there will still be a couple of hours of battery left at the end of the journey!

Beware of Cheap Laptops

Some people I know have said they don’t see the point of buying a small netbook for £300 when you can get a full sized ‘proper’ laptop from just £399 now.

This is something that catches most tech illiterates out, the cheap computers are going to be not much better than a netbook. For a start, they run Windows 7 now, which is very resource intensive, and the cheap laptops provide you with just enough power to run Windows 7 and very little else.

Cheap £399 laptops is why Windows gets a bad name for being slow, clunky and unstable – the hardware it runs on is barely enough to support it…but I feel that is a rant for another day :D

Don’t buy a cheap laptop, especially not from a supermarket!

Future of Netbooks

I got the Asus EeePC 901 from my current favourite online retailer, eBuyer. I’ve generally found them to be cheaper than elsewhere, especially the ripoff merchants also known as supermarkets. It has a 9″ screen which has a resolution up to 1024×768 which I’ve found to be perfect for everything and have never wished that it could have a bigger one (steady!).

Unfortunately, it seems that that the trend is leaning towards larger screens and I’m not sure if you can even get a 9″ one anymore. The smallest that Asus do are now 10″, I’m not too sure how much that affects the size of the netbook though as I haven’t seen one, but if I find a 9″ one to be perfect, I’m sure 10″ is going to be fine.

With the onset of Windows 7 which has a version specifically built for low powered computers, the technical restraints have largely been removed, meaning that netbooks can become more powerful, while retaining their portability and convenience. However, a more powerful system is likely to come at the expense of a reduced battery life, and how can you smirk at people when your netbook only lasts for one hour more than their laptops?!

The next logical evolution in netbooks is to take their portability to the next level and bring in 3G cards where you can pop in a sim and access the Internet just like you do on your phone, and with the introduction of the new Nokia Booklet (I think it will be next on my list of things to buy – once they’ve upped the power and specs of course!), this will just be around the corner.

I’m sure they could make netbooks a whole lot more powerful than they currently are, but to be honest, there is absolutely no need, it already does everything 90% of computer users will require anyway.

Netbook Buying Tips

If you are going to buy a netbook, here’s some things to consider:

  • Virtually all netbooks have the same hardware meaning there is very little difference in terms of performance
  • The cheaper netbooks have smaller batteries, so one of the deciding factors should be the battery life – do your research!
  • If you go for a setup that’s different to the Atom N270 / 1GB RAM / WinXP be aware that the battery life will be significantly reduced
  • I’m more than pleased with my 9″ netbook, if you go for anything larger, you may lose some of that portability
  • Storage space or performance and long life. If you need storage, get one with a traditional hard drive. If you want performance and long life, choose an SSD. I put backup everything on an external hard drive anyway.
  • Shop online rather than offline, it’s always cheaper :D

Well, I hope you found that informative and helps you decide whether a netbook might be for you. Thanks to Tom and William for inspiring me to write this thoroughly nerdy post!

New Camera Photos

This is just a bit of a boring post to show some pictures taken with my new Sony camera. It was £142 and I bought it from eBuyer (although they seem to have put the price up since I bought it). The camera is the Sony DSC-W270 and it has a 5x optical zoom, 3200 ISO and an optical anti-blur, which is extremely important for my shaky hands.

1. The Kitchen :)

My parents kitchen

2. The kitchen while trying out the anti-blur!

kitchen with anti-blur

3. Zoom!

Kitchen Zoom

4. Outside my parents house

outside parents house

5. Standing from the same position as above but zoomed in as far as it can go – see how sharp it is, despite my stupid shaky hands!

more zoom

6. Inside my parents house without the flash on, testing the light sensitivity!

Light sensitivity of the sony camera

7. Inside the house with the flash

Internal photo with the flash

8. Another internal shot without the flash

Internal shot without the flash

9. Picture from the same position as above but with the flash

photo with a flash

10. If you want the best seat in the house…move the cat!

move the cat

11. Flowers in my parents back garden

purple flowers

12. Close up of one of the purple flowers from the picture above. Using my awesome photographic skills I seem to have managed to get the camera to focus on the leaves rather than the flower. Erm, blame the autofocus!

close up purple flowers

13. Another flower from the garden, once again, managed to focus on the flower to the left rather than the one I was taking a picture of…d’oh!

another purple flower

14. Yay! A pretty flower. Taken in the interests of testing my camera! Honest!

pretty flower

15. Close up of the apple tree in the garden

apple tree close up

16. Random shot of a cup of drinking straws. Random.

drinking straws

17. A close up of my Dad’s, err, “organized” toolbox!

toolbox parts

18. A very forlorn cat trying to work out how to use a door

forlorn cat

19. A bowl of fruit taken using the flash

bowl of fruit

20. Same picture as above but taken without the flash and on the “natural” setting mode

another bowl of fruit

Well, hope you weren’t too bored by this post. And if you were thinking about buying the Sony DSC-W270 camera, hopefully you can see what it’s capable of. One thing I noticed was that the battery seems to run down pretty quick.

Let’s Try Not To Break This One

I’ve gained a rather unfortunate reputation amongst friends and family for being a little careless with small electrical items. It’s not entirely unwarranted since I have managed to put two phones in the washing machine (and proving that Nokia’s are infact the best phones money can buy, the N73 survived and still worked) and managed to drop a very expensive camera (although in my defence I was being chased by a 7ft Neanderthal across a very slippery surface). I’ve also misplaced countless memory cards which is unfathomable because there is not enough places to lose the amount that I have.

Oh yeah, and then there was that incident with the beer and my beautiful baby laptop :(

So anyway, business has been good recently, so I thought it was about time to buy a new digital camera, and maybe some insurance to go with it :D

Before I go ahead and buy stuff over £100, and especially electrical items, I become a super nerd, slightly obsessive and research things thoroughly before making a decision. In this case I became a temporary expert on compact digital cameras. Although I would quite like a digital SLR and think they are really cool, they are a) out of my budget b) ridiculously large c) probably slightly overkill for taking pictures of all the tigers and elephants in and around Chennai.

So, after lots and lots of research I decided that I wanted a compact digital camera that did the following:

  • 5x Optical Zoom – all my other cameras have been 3x and it’s just not good enough
  • Optical anti-blur – if you are anything like me then you have hands which shake more than Muhammad Ali so need all the help you can get to take sharp photos, especially with a 5x zoom. There are two types of anti-blur, the cheapest is done digitally and is mediocre at best, but the choice for people like me is optical anti-blur, which if my understanding is correct, places gyroscopes on the actual sensor to remove all the blurs. The result? Professional, sharp photos even when fully zoomed.
  • Very high ISO – I’m still a bit fuzzy on this, but I think it has something to do with light sensitivity and how much light you need before you have to resort to a flash. In this case, I decided I wanted a camera with an ISO of 3200, which I think means it will take good quality photos with little light.
  • Megapixels – this is an interesting concept, to the layman (such as girls, mums and sisters), the more megapixels, the better the image quality. This isn’t entirely true because the quality of the lens and the quality of the light sensor plays a bigger role in the quality of the photo. Also, I read that the higher the megapixels the less light you can get on the sensor, or something like that! So you can quite easily have a 6 megapixel camera take better photos than a 10 megapixel one simply because it has a better lens, hardware and processing software inside.
  • The memory card – I prefer a camera with an SD Card, because the Sony Memory Stick Duo is stupid in that it needs an adapter to be put in to most card slots on laptops.

So with those stringent requirements, I set about researching for the right camera. I checked Amazon, Argos, Curry’s, numerous specialist camera sites. It seems that even supermarkets, traditionally the place to buy food, are now pedaling overpriced digital cameras to the masses as well now.

Spreadsheets, comparison charts and a mind full of user and editorial reviews later (we don’t talk about OCD around here), eventually I settled on the Sony DSC-W270, it met all the requirements except for the memory card one. However, I know that the Sony Cybershot cameras take very good photos in low light, so it’s a bit of a trade off. I also looked at some Panasonic ones and Canon but they were a little pricey and didn’t have as good reviews.

So Sony it was.

The Sony DSC W270

True enough, it doesn’t win any prizes on styling and beauty, but a camera should take good photos, not look good, right?

After more research on the price, I headed over to eBuyer who I used last year to buy my incredible Asus eeePC Netbook (which has to go down as my best ever purchase). If you haven’t used them before, I’ve found them to be cheaper than everyone else for electronic items and were £20-£100 cheaper than elsewhere – for the exact same camera. Sony, for example, sell this camera in their Sony Stores for a massive £199.99, whereas I paid just £142 for it.

Update: I just noticed that the price has gone up by £30 since I wrote this, so maybe it was an error on their site which is why it was so cheap?!

Anyway, I ordered the free delivery option (I ordered on the Sunday) and they said it would arrive by Friday, which is fine, I’m in no hurry, however this morning there was a knock at the door and they delivered it to me – something I could have paid £4.99 for to have it guaranteed by Tuesday. Result!

I thought I’d include a photo (taken with the new camera of course, you can’t write about a new camera without posting some sample shots) of the stupid packaging that the memory card, which I also purchased, arrived in…

Stupid packaging
(The photo was taken indoors with no flash)

Doesn’t it just seem a little over the top for a memory card? I even had to add a helpful little arrow (and pushed the boundaries of my photoshop skills to uncharted territories) to point out to readers where the memory card was in relation to the packaging. Even the box that the camera arrived in was a quarter of the size of this envelope.

I’ll try and remember to post some sample photos tomorrow of the winter landscape outside my house.

Blisters and Hangovers

I’ve just spent several days in the capital of Scotland. I went once before a few years back when I released loads of balloons from Edinburgh castle for Standard Life when they floated on the stock exchange, but never got the chance to look around.

I flew up with EasyJet, who in fairness, are better than BMIBaby when it comes to stupid hidden costs. I went up on a Thursday and came back on the Monday because it actually worked out cheaper to get a hotel room for two extra nights rather than pay the additional cost which they ramp up for Friday and Sunday flights.

It’s a little bit ridiculous flying up to Edinburgh because by the time you are 35,000 feet in the air it’s time to come back down again.

Skyline of Old Edinburgh

Anyway, I digress.

I met up with loads of friends who I knew from Chennai, it was quite a multi-cultural group with Brits, a Scot, Aussies and an Indian, but that’s the way it is when you are an expat and what I love about working abroad.

We did the whole touristy thing, looked around, but mostly we were there to get drunk in the pubs :)

(sidenote: talking about drunkeness on a public website is part of the What Not To Write On Your Blog 101 course).

Since no one wants to know what I got up to while drinking in the bars, I thought I’d talk about the cultural hotspots of Edinburgh.

Edinburgh Castle

View of Edinburgh Castle

The main attraction in Edinburgh is the castle. It’s not even a boring castle either, it was attacked, bombarded and sieged more times than any other castle I know of. Most other castles were built and any local warlords were like bugger this for a game of soldiers, not attacking that thing.

I guess they were like the nuclear bombs of their day, outrageously expensive to maintain, no one liked them, but they kept the peace because it was too much aggravation to actually attack or lay siege to it.

Well, Edinburgh castle is different, it was attacked by the Brits, seiged by the Brits, bombarded by the Brits before succumbing to the Brits. The cheeky Scots then sent up just 30 men to climb over the walls and take the castle back.

The pièce de résistance is the crown jewels and they build it up by making you go through room after room of Scottish history, which basically tells you how bad the British were, so much so that you may feel the urge to shout “Freedom!” before making a beeline to Carlise or Berwick-Upon-Tweed to reek revenge on the Brits.

So your curiosity about these sacred jewels reaches a cat-like proportion and you want to find out what all the fuss is about. As it turns out the Scottish crown jewels is simply a crown, sceptre and a sword. Admittedly it is a big sword, but it hardly blows you away.

Ghost Tour

Stairway of Edinburgh ghost tour

Edinburgh is now becoming quite famous for its ghost tours after bricked up subterranean buildings were discovered about 10 years ago. You can now take your pick from a variety of ghost tours – conducted late at night for the extra scare factor.

If you were to believe the marketing spiel (and since I apparently work in marketing, I know it’s just creative lies) you will encounter ghosts, poltergeists, hair raising chills and other supernatural phenomena as you walk around.

One of my friends refused to join us after reading some PR material on the Internet (and yes, it was a girl). I can’t speak for the rest of the group, but I was highly sceptical about the whole thing.

The tour started off quite well and we got a lot of history about Scotland and Edinburgh in particular. However, my bulshit meter was sounding alarms as the guide taught us the ‘real’ story behind tartan kilts and how people used to throw their sewage out the windows but it was an offence to let it touch the walls so a boy with a white stick would walk around to give people something to aim at. He also reckons that this is where the phrase ‘shitfaced’ came from but I’m almost certain these are all made up stories for naive American tourists.

When we finally got in to the underground chambers the guide proceeded to tell us how people would live in them, the kinds of things that went on such as the body snatching (the tour guide reckoned doctors used to pay more for young female bodies), baby harvesting to sell the kids in to factories or prostitution and all kinds of other dire stories that make a perfect concoction to scare people.

In each chamber we passed in to he would tell more stories about what went on, how people would die (or be murdered) along with ‘true’ accounts of things that happened to other people on previous tours such as strange cuts and bruises, encounters, cold spots on the body, whisperings in the ears etc. etc. Stuff that might frighten people of a nervous disposition.

One particularly good story was about a mother who grabbed her childs hand when the lights went off and when they came back on again she saw that her daughter was standing on the other side of the group. I have to admit, they were good ghost stories :D

The whole tour was conducted by torch and candlelight, but honestly, there wasn’t a single part that felt particularly scary. As a bit of a stunt at the end, they turned the lights out and there’s always one joker who makes some weird kind of noises, anyway, when he put the lights back on some guy jumped out in a costume and tried to scare people that way. I have to admit, my arm was grabbed by one of my friends who was startled, but it was a bit of a cheap trick by the tour company.

One of my friends in the group did slip over, but rather boringly she claims that she wasn’t even pushed by an unseen entity.

All in all, the tour was quite entertaining, but frankly they could have been showing us some cellars and called them ‘undiscovered’ for all we knew. The location of them just behind a nightclub makes me doubt just how they could have been lost for so long.

Arthur’s Seat

Edinburgh Panorama

As part of our whistle stop culture vulture tour of Edinburgh we decided to climb Arthur’s Seat which is a big rock to the East of Edinburgh. It’s actually the plug of an old volcano for all you budding geologists out there.

We climbed up at Sunday lunch time and was supposed to help us work off the hangovers from the house party we gatecrashed the night before.

You get some fantastic views of the city from up there and out across the Firth of Forth.

The most interesting thing that happened was there was an almighty explosion in the south of the city and then a huge dust cloud drifted over most of the city. At the time we were all like “holy shit!” but after a couple of minutes we still didn’t hear any sirens so came to the conclusion that it was a controlled demolition, which is was, and we had the best seat (pun intended!) in the house. There is even an article on the BBC news site about it here.

Edinburgh Tram System

I took a lot of taxi’s to and from places and the one thing they always talk about is the tram system. In true British (or is this Scottish) form, the council undertook an ambitious plan to build an eco-friendly way of getting around the city, particularly to and from the airport which is about 100 miles outside the city.

Naturally, this being the UK, the initial cost of £498m has spiralled out of control as incompetent public officials with no idea of project management squander cash and the final estimate now stands at £750m, a mere 50% increase!

Here’s a Michael McIntyre standup clip where he talks about the Edinburgh tram system, and with very few deviations, it’s word for word what the taxi drivers say about the Trams!

As one disgruntled taxi driver said to me:

Each tram has three carriages, that’s three buses, do we need three buses turning up at once? It does nea even go to the airport, if you want to get to the airport, you have to take a bus to the tram station and then you have to take another bloody bus to get to the airport!

One other interesting thing that happened was on the plane on the way back (which was delayed of course, causing me to wait over an hour at a cold railway station in Luton) was the gender role reversal on the plane. The pilot was female and the cabin crew were all male. I thought that was kinda cool :)

Edinburgh in the dusk

Oh, so in closing, if you haven’t been to Edinburgh yet, definitely get yourself up there for a weekend, it’s well worth it.

The Great British Scam

There is a great scam in England that goes by the name of budget airlines. They tempt you in with great prices like London to Rome for a penny. Except it’s not London, it’s Luton and it’s not Rome it’s some provincial town 30 miles away.

Upon further investigation you discover that the actual flight that is a penny is at 5am. On a Wednesday morning. In November. 2012.

My ire with these non-budget airlines is relevant right now because I’ve just booked two trips, one to Amsterdam with BMIBaby and the other to Edinburgh with EasyJet.

Over the years these airlines have evolved new and innovative ways to suck as much money as possible out of the unsuspecting budget traveller. Their audacity knows no bounds as they continue their ruthless push to cut costs and increase revenue.

First off, BMIBaby is guilty of advertising prices without airport tax included, something which even fierce competitor EasyJet manages to rise above. Yes, i know BMIBaby is not responsible for the tax, but since when has any consumer driven company displayed a non-inclusive price?

So the first shock, after thinking you’ve discovered a bargain is that airport tax is added on which can add as much as a 1/3rd of the cost.

Next you are asked how many bags you want to check in, I assumed it would just be the one until it then said there would be a £36 surcharge for checked in luggage!

Whoa there! I couldn’t find the back button fast enough. I will wear my change of clothes instead of handing over extortionate amounts of money to you! I’d rather wear three layers of clothes and stew in my own sweat – although a disturbing new thought has just hit me about how to take toiletries on these trips as we can’t take liquids, gels or sprays on the plane. Crap. Bastards!

Ok, next, “do you want to check in online or at the airport?” well screw you, if you check in at the airport that’ll be £15 please. Again, this raises the question, how do you check in online and print your boarding pass when you’re returning from your destination? Sir, that’ll be £15 please.

The next step in the never ending checkout process is to pick your seats. Once again, EasyJet outshines BMIBaby in this area. You select your outbound and return seats and an ominous ‘processing’ alert flashes up. The reason soon becomes clear, you are being charged £10 for the luxury of choosing your seats. Once again, we’re like, steady on, find the back button, I’ll sit in the toilet cubicle thank you very much. But that option isn’t available. Turns out that you don’t have a choice in the matter, choosing your seats and paying £10 for the privilege is a forced luxury. This is most certainly not mentioned in any advertising!

The biggest kick in the teeth is when they say they are having a “special offer” on the seat choosing process. Well that’s nice, instead of paying £10 ON TOP OF THE COST OF THE PLANE TICKETS, you will be charged “just” £5. Which is very sporting of them.

The final options page tries to pedal a number of upsells (classic internet marketing and any other time I would look on and take notes).

Do you want extortionate travel insurance for just £8 that probably has a clause to get out of paying for any claim?

No, I’ll take my chances

Do you want the use of our departure lounge for £15?

No, I’ll sit on my carrier bag of clothes that I didn’t check in.

Do you want to be able to board the plane first, a whole 2 minutes before everyone else for a mere £5

Nope. I will arrive at the last possible minute to try and throw you off schedule instead.

Will you be checking in any ski equipment?

Err, I’m going to Holland, not normally a destination renown for it’s mountains and pistes.

Do you want a hire car?

No, I’m going to be drunk the whole time, even Holland with it’s few laws, doesn’t allow drink driving. Or at least frowns heavily upon it.

Do you want a hotel?

Yes, but not through you, you cheating thieving bastards

And so the never ending questions go on and on, you say “no” to them all and get to the next page, which simply asks you all the questions again but in a shorter format. Eventually though you manage to get to the checkout page and it asks you what payment type you will use. Nothing unusual there, Visa Debit thank you very much. Enter card details click next and it asks you to confirm the flight details and amount.

You double check everything, pull out your calculator, open a new window and check the flight prices. But there it is, one final sting in the tail. They flipping (this is a PG-13 blog) well charge you for using your credit card to pay for the tickets!

So to get this straight, first they charge you for the tickets, which apparently doesn’t include the seats because you have to pay £10 (but save £10 because there is a ‘sale’!) for them. To actually pay the company for their services, you have to pay another fee for the privilage. Whoever came up with that little doozey obviously deserves a payrise for corkscrew thinking.

As shocking as all this sounds, it actually gets even worse, below is the text that is included at the bottom of your confirmation email hidden amongst the terms and conditions that no one actually reads…unless you’re me. Apparently.

Due to security measures from the UK Government, all airlines are required to provide advance passenger information (API or APIS) for all passengers travelling to and from the UK on an international flight. API requires Passport/valid photo ID information to be captured prior to travel. Failure to give APIS information will result in passengers not being permitted to travel. Please note that if you have chosen to check in online, you will have to provide this information before you check in online. To ensure the security measures are addressed in the most efficient and precise manner, each passenger must provide this information online prior to checking in online or arriving at the airport, and at least 3 hours before the standard time of departure. It is the responsibility of the passenger to ensure that the information provided is correct. Please note if this information has not been provided in full prior to arriving at the airport, there will be a charge of £5 per passenger per sector for bmibaby to administer this at the airport. You will have to go to a check in desk to provide this information. APIS data cannot be taken at the departure gate. This charge is non-refundable. The request for the advance passenger information is a direct requirement from the UK Government and we apologise for any inconvenience this may cause.

Well, in a nutshell it says you should login (no link to the page is provided) and enter your passport details otherwise you’ll be charged £5 at the airport. What?! Why don’t they ask for this as part of the checkout process. Entering your details takes 30 seconds, but BMIBaby sees fit to charge you £5 for this.

Now I have to come to the point where I will bring my Indian friends close to tears, as for the first time since I started this blog, I am about to admit that India does soemthing many, many times better than England.

In India, budget airlines are proper airlines with cheap tickets. The prices are comparable to England, but they don’t make a fuss over baggage allowances, check-in, payments, it’s just “here’s the all inclusive cost, please make a payment”.

And even once you are on the plane, the pleasent experience continues as the airlines practice the somewhat dubious policy of employing only young beautiful girls, which, to be fair, is wonderful for the predominantly male traveller in India :D The seats are leather (or leatherish), they recline, you get plenty of leg room and the real clincher is that no matter how long or short the flight is, you get a full in-flight dinner, all included in the cost. None of the day light robbery that BMIBaby practices with £1.50 for a tiny can of Coke.

Frankly, airlines in England have an awful lot to learn from their Indian compatriates. They do it better, cheaper and with more class, elegance and flair than anything I’ve seen back in Britain.

However, being the business man that I am, I’ve come up with a number of innovative ways these tight arsed penny pinchers can suck even more money out of us. Who knows, maybe I’ll get employed as Head of Outrageous Charges by one of these companies.

1. Councils are doing it so why not budget airlines? Charge a pound for every time someone uses the toilet mid-flight.

2. New security measure, you must use airline baggage for the flight. You hire the baggage on the outbound flight and return it on the inbound flight. This allows the airline to efficiently pack bags in the hold, saving time and maximising luggage space. The cost will be £5 per bag.

3. Ticket prices by weight of the passenger. It’s a well known fact that the waist line of the average Briton is explanding. Why not charge £1 per kilo? Surcharge for those over 80KG.

4. Surcharge the 18-25 crowd. Because they are always drunk, going on holiday with their mates and generally causing problems on flights. Let’s penalize them all.

If you were a low cost airline in Briton, what surcharges would you add to increase profits?

Home of the Ridiculous

So here I am, back home. Back in England and back to Western culture. India is wonderful of course, but there’s only so long you can go before you start craving the Western vices (like friends). Last year I managed 12 months, this year I didn’t do so well and had to come back after just 10 months.

Well, I say had to come back, the words of my father are still echoing in my ears “son, if you don’t come back for your mothers ??th birthday, you may as well not come back for Christmas.” No one ever even mentioned the word ‘threat’.

So I have come from one country which by all accounts is utterly bizarre to another country which I firmly believe has lost its marbles.

India is bizarre because first of all they wouldn’t let me leave the country (tax stuff, it’s not pretty), and now I’ve left, they won’t let me back in! Bastards. Not to mention that people get married without even meeting each other, it’s considered taboo to hold hands in public but acceptable for men to take a piss in full view of everyone, guys hang off the side of buses on their way to work and they like to wake everyone up with insanely loud music at 5am.

Anyway. The first thing you notice moments after walking through arrivals is how stupidly expensive everything is here. When you are used to paying £3.50 for an excellent two course meal, coming to England is like diving in to a pool of ice; you become numb with shock.

In my first day back in England, I got the train from Heathrow Terminal 5 (which is amazing by the way, even my Dad, the man that could find fault with the Sistine Chapel begrudgingly conceded that they had done a fair job with T5) to South London which cost £10.

From there I went and had a pint (from landing to first pint in 90 minutes is not bad going) which cost £3 and then it was off to buy a Pay As You Go sim card, topped up with £20 and some toiletries.

Three hours in the country and the total cost so far was £35.

That evening, I went to a pub to meet up with some old uni friends where we had dinner and many drinks. Dinner was £9 and drinks came in at around £15. By the time I got to bed I’d managed to spend nearly £60 since landing.

The next day I went and had my first McDonalds (you honestly don’t realize how much you miss Quarter Pounders until it’s no longer available!) before catching a train up to my hometown.

Now in India, you can travel the length and breadth of the country for about a tenner. This will get you a nice air-conditioned carriage with a full length bed since the train journeys can last for days on end as the train invariably gets lost en-route.

England, on the other hand, seems to think that everyone is as rich as Mr. Monopoly, so a basic 1 hour train journey costs £39 if you want a single or £41 if you want a return – simply proving that someone, somewhere failed their maths GCSE.

Having been in the country less than 24 hours, I’d managed to spend a grand total of £100 (and a bit more). Utterly ridiculous, I hadn’t even gone very far or bought anything of any value, simply ate to stay alive and took public transport to get from A to B.

Back in my adopted country (which doesn’t want me back), £100 lasts you a month! And you get to live like a King!

But rip-off Britain gets worse – and for any Brits reading this, you don’t know how bad it is until you go to other countries – once back home, I had to get a hair cut which ended up costing £8.80 for a quick buzz round the back and sides and cut short on top. Admittedly, there were no hair raising experiences (pun intended) this time, but honestly, £8.80 for a haircut! We’re in the middle of the worst recession since the 1930′s, people can’t afford to go around spending £8.80 for a bit of cranial topiary!

I haven’t even touched on the absurdity of the (non) budget airlines here, but they deserve a blog post all to their own, which they will in due course. And then there’s the benefits system which is so broke there’s no chance of it ever being fixed again.

The world has gone mad. And Britain has become ridiculous.

Oh. And it’s still bloody raining here!

It’s Actually Kind of Endearing

The other Saturday a friend came over for a few beers (ok, I had a few beers, she had a fruit juice) and to watch a couple of movies. Since I subscribe to the can’t cook, won’t cook school of thought I informed her before hand that while I can lay on the entertainment, catering will not be provided.

Not a problem, she announced, she’d just order a takeaway when she got to my place.

Now my apartment isn’t particularly difficult to find, you simply go along the main road and hang a right at the supermarket, go down that road for 500m and my apartment is on the left. Easy huh?

Well there are two hurdles, no, wait, three hurdles. First off, the road that I live on is called 3rd Cross Street and the wisdom that is Indian urban planning decided that it would be a wonderfully efficient idea to name several streets in the local vicinity 3rd Cross Street.

None of this really matters anyway because, in my experience, the average Indian (and by that I mean the working class, the auto drivers etc) doesn’t know how to read a map, so they wouldn’t be able to find 3rd Cross Street anyway, let alone navigate to it.

And finally, even if by chance we got someone who could read a map, there are no street signs telling you what road you are on anyway!

Navigation in India works on the basis of landmarks, even in official docs there is space to enter a landmark when you enter your address. It’s not uncommon to see a company address say something like “nr Passport Office”.

Getting back to the takeaway order, I advised my friend to do some food before she came over, ordering food would simply be too stressful, as I have previously discussed in another blog post about how poor tandoori wala is.

The single biggest problem is that my nearest ‘landmark’ is several streets away and the person would need to understand where to turn left or right or what to look out for. This even causes problems when I get an auto home, if I were to say RK Nagar, I get a blank look, if I say Mandavelli Railway Station (in a very weird accent, mind you) then they understand. The problem is my apartment is about 3 minutes from the station and you’ve barely passed it before the driver will start complaining “long distance boss, 20 rupees more”.

So my friend was explaining my address and getting more and more frustrated by the second, but eventually after 10 minutes there seemed to be some understanding. No doubt there would be phone calls later saying the delivery boy was now in Mumbai but couldn’t find our street.

Next she had to actually order some food which is where I had to leave the room because she stared at me with murder in her eyes!

She was trying to order some tomato soup. Now although people do speak english to a certain degree, you have to say things with the right accent to be understood, still, when a restaurant has a choice of just 5 different soups, one of them being tomato, you wouldn’t have thought there’d be too much of a problem!

But no, try as she might, they couldn’t understand tomato.

‘to-ma-to’ she tried
‘to-may-toe’ was next
‘to-mae-too’ came another attempt. Thinking on her feet, she decided to spell it out…

‘t-yo-yem-yay-tee-yo’ (which is how letters are pronounced here) still nothing. There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and a hopeful response came back, ‘mushroom?’, at this point she gave up, ‘fine, mushroom’.

She proceeded to place the rest of her order with very few problems. They totted up the bill and told her the final price, less than 200 rupees, about £2.60 and enough food to feed two people.

Then came the final bombshell, ‘romba (means ‘very’ in Tamil) busy madam, 2 hours minimum delivery’. My friend couldn’t believe it, she’d spent close to 25 minutes placing the order and it was going to be gone 11pm before they could deliver it, fast food is still a new concept here apparently! So she did the only thing she could which was to cancel the order and wish she could have the last 25 minutes of her life back.

We carried on watching the film and she left when it finished. I continued with another film, when at 11.30 there was a ring at my door.

‘hello sir, sangeethas delivery’

It was at this point i decided that actually India is quite endearing, (which is very patronising of me). Not only had they found my place without assistance, they had even got the order right which included tomato (or is it tomayto?) soup! Despite the fact that my friend cancelled the order, they’d pushed ahead and delivered it anyway.

So if you know anyone who wants some tandoori paneer, sambar rice and tomato soup, I have some in my fridge :-)

Weekends in Chennai

Like the vast majority of the salaried world, I tend to look forward to the weekends and believe that they end far too soon. In the last few months most of my expat network have left, so there have been no more trips outside the city, crazy house parties or even nights out in the clubs.

However, that’s not to say I’m not enjoying myself, I seem to have got myself in to a bit of a weekend routine, and yep, it keeps me happy :)

Since I don’t rise till about 10ish on weekdays, if I took any more of a lie in at the weekends I’d miss it altogether! The first thing I have to take care of is my laundry. I recently found out that there is no hot cycle on my washing machine, which would explain why my t-shirts would come out just as funky as they went in. With that in mind, I now soak all my clothes in very hot water before putting them in the washing machine.

I will have to take a photo of the colour of the water after soaking my clothes for 15 minutes, it’s like they become a magnet for all the pollution and dust in this city.

Once the laundry is complete I head over to a nice little coffee shop, imaginatively named Coffee World. Think Starbucks without the hefty prices – though the prices are pretty steep for Chennai. I then have my weekly bitch / moan session with a fellow expat where we get everything off our chest that’s annoyed us or wound us up in the last seven days :D It’s remarkably theraputic!

Once the counselling catch up is over I go back and do the weekly grocery shopping in the supermarket at the end of the road. I say supermarket but the trollies are the size of ‘kid’ trollies in some of the supermarkets in England!

Incredibly I bumped in to another foreigner this weekend. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I see other foreigners walking around I feel compelled to ignore them on the basis that “you’re foreign, what’s so special about that”. It’s hard to explain why. One reason I guess is that because everyone is always moving on, it becomes tiresome making friendships that are going to last months.

So as I was saying, I bumped in to a foreigner this weekend. For reasons unknown, the Gods of Fate, Justice and Give a Guy a Break were not smiling upon me and instead of a cute girl next door type, the foreigner was a strapping great big Norwegian viking guy. The aisles are barely big enough for one person to squeeze down, so to ignore another white person when you are in such close proximity would just be rude :)

I said hello, introduced myself and went through the usual motions when you talk to a new foreigner, how long have you been here, what are you doing, where are you staying, how long are you planning to stay for etc.

So once again in Chennai, I end up with another guys number. It’s very tiresome you know!

In the absence of any parties at the moment, it’s usually a case of a cold beer, pizza and something on TV for my Saturday nights. It’s not so bad though as I get all the Premiership matches, even the 3pm ones which you don’t get in England.

This weekend, my local wine shop (ironically named because it doesn’t sell wine) didn’t have any ‘normal’ beer, instead they had concocted something distilled from a fine blend of paint stripper and gasoline. You know something is astray when it says on the label that the beer is “not less than 6%”! After half a glass of the stuff I was hammered. Ouch!

A quick word about the wine shops though. They are truly desperate places frequented by the fringes of society and whos sole service is to provide liquor with the highest alcohol content possible. Just like in England when you walk past a club at chucking out time and you’ll see women falling out of tops and guys rolling around the floor together, India has old men lying on the roadside passed out in the vicinity of the wine shop. If you are particularly unfortunate you will catch an eyefull of far more than you want to see of an old man! They don’t seem to wear underwear here!

Sundays in Chennai is my favourite. There is a noticable reduction in the number of people and traffic and a kind of eerie calm falls over the city, especially in the non-commercial areas. Even the dogs seem to understand that it’s a Sunday and they keep quiet.

Sundays can be spent relaxing, reading, watching football, playing computer games or going to the shopping malls. This Sunday I went to the beach with a friend, but that didn’t last long as the thunderclouds descended and the heavens opened. Fortunately there is a big shopping mall nearby which on the outside is modelled on a 19th century French chataux…I guess you really need to see it to believe it.

When you go to a shopping mall the peacefulness of the lazy Sunday afternoon is broken. India has a new consumer driven middle class and they are making the most of it by buying branded goods, designer clothes and generally propping up the economy during the global slowdown.

One of my favourite shops in India is Landmark, which is kind of a cross between a Virgin Megastore (or whatever they are called now) and a Waterstones. I have an inability to go in to a Landmark shop and come out empty handed.

To start off with, they have more books than Amazon and at prices that make second hand book shops look pricey. A normal novel will cost anything from £2 to £5 which is ridiculously cheap. I’ve also got hooked on VCD’s, which are like DVD’s but they come on two discs and at a fraction of the price, I can pick up the latest Hollywood films for about £3 for three movies! As such, my library and movie collection is rapidly expanding :)

This weekend I bought a couple of classics, Gullivar’s Travels and Robinson Crusoe (which claims to be the first ever novel). I’ve been reading some novels by Jasper Fforde (which I’ll probably talk about in another post), but it’s really piqued my interest in older novels – I might even have to tackle Jane Eyre and Great Expectations (joke: what are you reading? oh, great expectations. Is it any good? It’s not what I was hoping for) next!

Well, that pretty much sums up a typical weekend at the moment. It’s all very lazy and I really should do some more work on the sites that earn me money, maybe I’ll get some motivation to do that some day.

Yearbook Pete

As we know, there is a whole load of crap on the Internet, but there is also a whole load of crap that is actually mildly entertaining for 10 minutes before you get bored and move on to the next shiny object. YearbookYourself.com is one of those utterly useless sites that provides you with 10 minutes of low level entertainment before you click away and never visit it again. However, as with all good viral sites, you just have to tell other people about it before you move on :)

The concept is simple, upload a photo, or use your webcam to take a photo and the software digitally inserts your image to a whole range of profile pics from the 1950′s onwards. See how you would have looked through the 50′s, 60′s, 70′s, 80′s and 90′s. Obviously a whole load of time and effort has been put in to this site, but I just can’t see how it will be anything more than a novelty toy.

Anyway, I wasted 10 minutes of my time to create a “Peter Through The Years Yearbook”. Have a look how the pics turned out below:

Picture of me in 1952 Picture of me in 1954
Picture of me in 1956 Picture of me in 1958
Picture of me in 1960 Picture of me in 1962
Picture of me in 1964 Picture of me in 1966
Picture of me in 1968 Picture of me in 1970
Picture of me in 1972 Picture of me in 1976
Picture of me in 1978 Picture of me in 1980
Picture of me in 1982 Picture of me in 1986
Picture of me in 1988 Picture of me in 1990
Picture of me in 1992 Picture of me in 1996
Picture of me in 2000  

And finally, here are some vintage pics of me from my college days:

Playing basketball in 1968

Being nerdy in 1976

In a rock band in 1986

All these photos were generated on the YearbookYourself.com website, if you have a few minutes to kill the time or are curious as to what you would have looked like in 1960 then head on over, it takes about 10 minutes.