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

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: [...]

I find it exceptionally difficult to believe that I have any skills of note, and keep meaning to force myself to try and audit them just to check. So here I’ve spelled out what I do in my day job, and some of the challenges I’ve faced. Although I’m still not sure I know any [...]

I’ve been trying out ConnectTweet, a tool that helps make it easier to tell whose voice is being used in a corporate Twitter stream. ConnectTweet is currently not even in beta testing, so it could change considerably before it’s released. In fact, one purpose of this post is to provide feedback. Why ConnectTweet? A problem [...]

This is just to apologise for being very slack the last few weeks. I’ve been busy, but for some reason also feeling unable to write blog posts. I’ve even sat down with some in mind, but haven’t managed to commit fingers to keyboard. Anyway, I’m about to write one; I just wanted first to acknowledge [...]

A warm earthy blusher works well doubled as a subtle eye shadow.

Run out of clothes pegs? Try paper clips instead.

A few weeks ago Nikki Pugh and I were walking through the empty market stalls in Birmingham, and were struck by how much they resembled table-tennis tables. What a waste, we thought. Yesterday we put that right. Nikki and Charlie, who facilitate the BARG events, organised a bunch of us to meet at the vegetable market [...]

Camping, and traveling light? Take a pillow-case instead of a pillow, and stuff it with spare clothes.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a little girl and her name was Nicky. And she had a shop. Actually that’s not quite true: Nicky doesn’t actually have a shop. What she does have is a website, a Flickr account and a load of junk. It was rather an unsual shop [...]

I like a runny yolk. If I’m buying a fried egg roll from a cafe I want the yolk to be runny, and to seep into the bread. Conversely, I prefer to be able to cut scrambled egg than to have it wriggle slimily down my throat. However, it seems I may be in a minority. [...]