Citizensheep. "Michael Grimes lives in Birmingham (UK). This is his blog about anything that he fancies."

I didn’t make resolutions this New Year because I knew I’d not keep to them, then feel bad about it and give up. One that I didn’t make was to blog more; as I didn’t make it I can’t feel bad about it, so I’m not giving up: I’m starting it now.
My lack of blogging [...]

When I went to the doctor a few years ago complaining of tinnitus I was told there was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother him with it again. In fact there’s no point complaining to anyone: as no-one else can hear it they can’t possibly empathise. So I’ve attempted to re-create mine as [...]

Dogs

Dog’s breakfast
Dog’s dinner
Dog’s life
Dog days
Dog tired
Dog-gone
Dog’s b@ll@**s
Doggy style

Cats

Cat’s whiskers

There must be more than that for cats. Help me redress the balance.

What happens when paid-for news content online becomes sustainable and influential, but a significant chunk of people who are currently engaged and informed get news from other sources?
(This is a very under-developed thought; I’m only putting it here because it’s too long for Twitter.)
I never buy the Financial Times, but I used to read the [...]

Yesterday my iPhone stumbled upon a wireless network with a very vulgar name. It made me think: if someone found that offensive, could the owner be charged with public indecency?
It’s a curious (albeit pretty boring) question: because the network owner would, I suspect, presume that their wifi name is confined to the privacy of their [...]

On Thursday I ‘lost’ my Twitter avatar (a sheep); by Saturday afternoon it had been found lurking on someone else’s blog.
I had been playing around with QR codes and wondered if the QuickMark iPhone application would be able to recognise them in a Twitter avatar. So I replaced my long-standing picture of a sheep with [...]

Yes, Mr Simon Gray is the lucky winner of the coveted Mars Bar. He found my sheep and it is now restored to its rightful place.
I’m not going to reveal the location just yet: I need to sit down and blog it properly, so in the meantime people may as well have the chance to [...]

My lost sheep is trapped in a yellow box on someone else’s blog, and may have been spotted.
Apparently the location of this sighting has nothing to do with the British Broadcasting Corporation. I’ve also heard a rumour that it may be south of Bristol. Both reports are unconfirmed though.

Help! My twitter avatar has gone missing.
Somewhere there is a lost sheep. I belive it’s trapped in yellow box, like this:

If you can find where it is on the web and post the url in a comment on this post, you will restore the sheep to its rightful place on Twitter. And win yourself a [...]

Some time ago it occured to me that the stalls in Birmingham’s outdoor market resembled table-tennis tables, and what a waste it was that they were unused a lot of the time. I made the mistake of thinking this out loud in front of Nikki Pugh, who has a habit of making things come true: [...]