Hansie Cronje, RIP

Grrrr.

Blogger seems to be misreporting the time on my posts at the moment. Not that this is a really big issue, but I find it mildly irritating.

I’ve spent most of this evening working on my college course (including ripping up the last two days’ work, and starting over – but I’m happier with the new results). Trying to get ahead tonight, as tomorrow I’ll not get any work done, as I’ll be at the nursery all day and then at B&G’s for a barbeque in the evening. And on Monday, Becky (from my class) is coming round to chew over branding and e-commerce marketing.
Time for another beer (only to enhance the flow of ideas, obviously).

Gah. Somebody, please! Lock away my credit card!

Excellent article on China’s role in the south Asia crisis by Michael Yahuda of the LSE.

A sultry and thundery day that leaves you feeling drained, just walking around. Looking forward to restful evening in good company with food and beer – and no college work for once.

He’s back. And already he’s discussed the significance of mobile phone ringtones, and what it means to be English or British. Anyone want to open a book on the subjects he’s likely to cover? I’ll wager that within the first month he’ll cover the importance of turquoise, the advantages of being left-handed and the value of home-made raspberry jam. Although I may be wrong of course.
And is it me, or is there something sinister and stealthy about that design?

Thinking about Mo’s return, I was wondering – how many people have given up blogging successfully? By that, I mean how many have succeeded in not starting to blog again, either at the same site or in some new guise, once they have stopped publishing to a well-established blog?
And what does that say about bloggers and blogging?
(And I’m not getting into what does “blog” mean – I’m just using at as a generic catch-all term to describe any frequently-updated journal-type site).

Much drunken scoffing of barbequed meats at Percy Towers last night, in the company of Lord Percy, Lady Bren, Heidi, Michael, Wendy, Paul, Kearn, Amanda, Donna and Tony. Glad I was able to stay over on the futon, as I avoided falling into the hedge as I left (which nearly everyone else did!).
And gah! The pubs are open until 1am tonight! Liverrrrr!

Post-work study this evening with Becky, followed by fine food in Pizza Express. Then on to the Slug and Lettuce for beer with Kearn, DA, Sarah, Kev and Andrea, with sightings of Mich and Libby. Then, after a very welcome call from the delightful Julie, on to W2 for more beer with Tanya, Jeremy, Simon and his lovely wife, Kristian, Bora, Alain, Cat and Steve C. Nipped into the Nags and briefly chatted with Malcolm and Sally too.
I am incredibly tired now. Bon nuit.

zzzzz.

In addition to countless people coming here looking for Holly Valence (sic), I also seem to be getting a number of people looking for pictures of Freddie Ljunberg, the well known Arsenal and Sweden footballer. To be honest, you’re pretty unlikely to find photos of him here. Particularly not photos of him in the buff.

Hmmm. Compare and contrast: www.wto.org and www.gatt.org. Maybe reading this article will make things clearer for you.
Still confused? BBC news article; the people behind the spoof.

Idle thoughts:

• The net is hugely distracting when trying to work on college stuff
• My windows are filthy
• Ear wax. Why?
• Wouldn’t it be great if people could move as fast as the data that has just arrived at your computer to produce this page?
• Customer eXperience Management (CXM) – the new rock n roll?

Needs laser eyes.

How embarrassing.

Watch out Germany. Smelly feet coming your way.

Gawd. Isn’t it wet? I’m not looking forward to this weekend – three days out in the rain. Ugh.

Link whoring:
How useful! (as seen by Catherine).
How revealing! How small! (both from Marcia).
How disturbing! (as reported by Robyn).

The good news is that the wind is blowing in such a fashion as to blow the rain onto my windows, so I may not have to wash them after all. Lazy, moi?

Hmm. Still at work at 7.30pm, and unlikely to leave for another half hour. Then home to do more work. And some college work. And probably drink some beer, although from my fridge and not the pub. Then up early tomorrow for a long long long day.
You know what I’d really like right now? No? Well, I think someone does. It involves a big white sofa and huge windows.

There have been loads of stories and things over the last few days that I’ve wanted to link to, describe, comment on, talk about. But I just haven’t had time. I’m really started to get very drained by the wall-to-wall workload – nursery, plant fairs, my events, college, domestic engineering. Social life has been totally squeezed out now. Domestic engineering is only hanging on for decency’s sake. And all the other elements are competing for a finite, and frankly inadequate, time resource. But, on the flip side – only 19 more days of this, and then (relative) freedom!

Round-up:

• Well done to England for beating the Argentinians at football. I think I’m going to buy an England cricket shirt and wear it to the pub in protest at the saturation of the media with soccer.
• Late night last night with work. Early start this morning. Stood in the rain all day at the Garden Show at Stansted House. Back there tomorrow and Sunday – come along and cheer my spirits as I get soaked (or, if you are more sensible, stay home and dry).
• More study this evening.

Pity. Related.

Why do I love cricket? Well, asides from the fact that it is a sport based on skill, tactics, cunning, individual talent and teamwork (plus the odd smattering of luck), there are also the sandwiches, beer, sunglasses, pigeons and double-decker buses. Then there is the terminology (yorker, leg break, googly, crease, silly point, covers) and the folklore (for example, why is a Nelson unlucky?). It is also hugely entertaining to confuse people (Americans in particular) by trying to explain the laws of the game.
But best of all is the way it brings out the geeky statto in so many people and leads to articles such as this one.

It has to be said that standing in the rain, not selling much of anything, is fairly disheartening. Particularly when I have so many other things that I need to do. You can tell that I’m not busy because I’ve got time to use Wapblogger.

Thankfully, the day improved, particularly once the sun came out.
Now back to the study (sigh).

omigod – it’s Sunday already. Beer tonight (last night) with Nick, Anne, Aris, Paul F, Ian, Arron, DJ, Kristian, Leah, Kearn, Matt, Dave, Malcolm, Sally and Sally’s girly mates.

Best idea I’ve had today – nipping into the Nags on the way home for a beer in the company of Clive, Matt and Hamish. I’m utterly exhausted after an awful day in the rain at Stansted. If you thought Friday and Saturday were bad, it had nothing on today, one of the wettest and most miserable days I’ve ever spent at a plant fair. I felt really sorry for Jane and Lizzie, the organisers of the event. Jane and I help each other out with our events as much as we can (and it is probably fair to say that I gain more from that than Jane does), and we empathise with each other’s problems. I felt sorry for them today – the weather spoilt what should have been a brilliant event, but to give credit, the attendance was brilliant in spite of the weather.

There is a huge convoy of large yellow "Moscow State Circus" lorries passing my flat at the moment.

Late beer tonight with Paul F, Lord Percy and Lady Bren. I’m tired. And smelly by all accounts.

CIM WCI case study news: strategic marketing plan (first and hopefully final draft) – complete. Yay!
(and, no, it is not for sale).

Lunch in the Slug and Lettuce with Sarah. Nice food, but have you looked at their drinks prices? £2.65 for a bottle of Bud – we’ll soon have parity on pub prices with London.

Work work, busy busy.

Interesting if you’re a blogger or interested in blogging.

I can’t decide if this is useful, interesting or useless. It certainly shows that Cal is both extremely clever and time-rich.

I was party to a conversation recently in which Darren stated that he actually worries if Nick doesn’t post something by 9am each day. It’s easy to understand why.

I’m not a football enthusiast (other than following Brighton), as regular readers will know (and I’m becoming even less enthusiastic about itsagoal.com since my team lost their last eight away matches). But I have noted that Ireland have a distinct advantage over Saudi Arabia in today’s World Cup match: their names. If you wanted to catch the attention of a player in your team on a football field, wouldn’t you prefer to shout Duff, Kelly or Breen instead of “Oi! Khamis al-Owairan Al Dossary!”
And I’m not going to comment on the Denmark-France result for fear of upsetting one of my regular readers.

Just walked through the city and was treated to the spectacle of one of the Peregrine Falcons from the nest on the cathedral spire flying up and down West Street and over the cathedral green, calling loudly. I’ve heard talk that a second female has shown up and is causing some trouble with the established pair – pah! women!

Gah! England have got through to the next stage of the World Cup. This is bad news for me, as my biggest event of the year (The Garden Event at West Dean – be there!) is on 22-23 June, the same weekend as the quarter final matches – and the last thing I want is for England to still be in it, as that’ll seriously dent the number of people that attend, and, therefore, the amount of money that I will make from it. So, come on Denmark!

Amazing. Surely it is the politicians that have brought politics into disrepute with their spin culture, deceit, half-truths and underhand dealings?

What a hard day’s work I’ve just completed. And moreover, what a lot of revision I really should get on with now. Guh.
And lo! I leave you lot alone for a few hours, and it’s suddenly commentastic here! Well, commentastic by Grayblog standards.

In my TV-free existence, I’ve only kept up-to-date with Big Brother through BigBro3. I’m not really that moved by it all, and it certainly does seem to be even more boring than the previous two series. But am I the only one who thinks that Sandy, who today left the compound by clambering onto the roof, was by far the coolest person there? Maybe it’s because he seemed to have acted in much the same way that I think I would(apart from climbing onto the roof – I’m crap at climbing).
Oh, and my bet would be that Sophie wins.

What’s he on?

Good luck to anyone who, like me, is sitting CIM Post Graduate Diploma exams today and tomorrow. May your favourite topics be the subject of questions.

And as a quick aside, my itsagoal team finally broke their away losing run. Need a small miracle if I’m to avoid being stuck in division 12 for another season though.

Worth reading and contemplating.

Amazing. As I’ve said before, I wish we could travel to these places.

I need to work in a place with more women.

I’ve just realised how tiring sitting exams is. I feel exhausted.
I think I did ok in today’s paper. At least I hope so. I’d hate to get a marginal fail. 51% will be enough – that’s all I need.
For those that sat it, I did Part A (obviously), and B3, B4 and B7. B7 was a lovely gift of a question for me, and B4 was pretty straightforward too. B3 was a struggle, as there simply isn’t much to write about PIMS, but hopefully I picked a few marks up there. As for part A – well, I fudged an answer for question 1a based around Porter’s Value Chain. Question 1b was somewhat sneaky in my opinion – had to really rake through the grey matter for Doole and Lowe’s 12Cs, and only managed to come up with ten of them, but I think it’ll be enough.
Predicted grade: C.
Feel more confident about tomorrow’s paper. I’m well prepared. My file is sitting by my desk, ready and waiting. It’s a thick tome, but the core is my strategic marketing plan, just twelve very elegant pages of simplicity.

In response to his ramblings in the comments, grayblog presents a new header in honour of Lord Percy.
Normal service will be resumed after the weekend.

Oh boy. What a day.
Started off well enough – went into the office, then out doing some errands. All seemed to be going fine. Then I got ready to go to college, hopped into the car, drove ten yards up the road and BANG! – I was driven into by an ******** in a red Peugeot driving the wrong way along North Walls (a one-way street). It must have hit me at around 20 or 25 mph, colliding with the front wing and pushing me across the carriageway.
Well, needless to say, there is a lot of damage to the car. What concerned me most was getting to college for my exam! I had to wait for the police to arrive, extract details from the other driver, resist the temptation to thump him one, inform everyone that needed to be informed, and then run off to college. I’d phoned ahead to explain what had happened, and got there about five minutes before the exam started. The invigilators were excellent and gave me a few minutes to go a freshen up and take a few deep breaths.
To say that my stress levels reached a critical level would be an understatement.
The other driver is lucky – the policemen asked me if I wanted to press charges, but said I would have to give a statement. I simply didn’t have time, so he has got away without being taken to court for careless driving. Frankly, he deserves to have his licence torn up.
Now I have to get to work, do some jobs and then meet my fellow students for the post-exam celebrations. I have to wait for the garage to come and pick up the mangled car, and then get to the nursery somehow.
Oh, and the exam! Well, it wasn’t too bad. I completely mismanaged my time, and struggled to answer the third question. But I put in a good answer for question 1 (worth 40%) and a fairly good answer for question 2 (worth 30%). Fingers crossed I did enough. Now to wait for results at the end of August.

Beer tonight with Hev, Libby, Leigh, Andrew, Patrick, Alan, Lee, Chris and other picture postcards.
Tonight, I finally told someone what I felt about her – in a very professional sense, before you ask. I hope that I will be able to offer what I have promised, for my sake as well as hers.
I need to sleep now. Today has been an extraordinary day. Respect due to Alan and Paul. Major league respect due to Hev – you are one of life’s greatest gems.
Tonight I wish good luck to Paul Murphy and his expectant wife. Good luck to Paul Ankers in all that you do.
Good luck in everything to Heather Martin – one of the finest people you will ever meet, and, I hope, someone I will be working with for a long time to come.
And good luck to Chris West – I wish I had achieved what you have when I was your age.
I’m a big old emotional mess now – best that I go to sleep.
Fingers crossed, heh?

Tonight is one of those nights when I don’t want to be alone.

uurrrfff. I’m hungover. But duty calls, so off to work. guh.

Blogger is being pants (again). Not sure when you’ll get to read anything published last night or today.

I’d just like to say: if you own anything, don’t insure it with Zurich. They are pants, in my experience.
Remember when the wing mirror got broken off the car? In March? Claim still not processed.
And when it says in a policy that, if you are in an accident and the car can not be driven, a replacement car will be provided within 24 hours, surely that includes weekends unless it says it doesn’t? (And, no, it does not say that weekends are excluded).
However, top marks to Chichester police, who have been most helpful and efficient. Again.

Blogger still isn’t working. I can post, but publish does nothing. I feel like I’m talking to myself.
<deayton>No change there, then</deayton>

Beer tonight with Alison C, Helen, Steve, Kev, Andrea, Kearn, Dave, Gary, Theresa, Mandie and Jackie – good laugh with these last two in W2.

Strange dream last night. Seemed to be set in some sort of fame school. Had an all-star cast too: Robyn seemed to play the female lead, but it also featured Kearn, Sarah, Marianne, Dave and Nick. Couldn’t really follow the plot, and I’m not sure what my role was (I seemed to just get in the way a lot). I vaguely recall a few scenes that appeared to be on the Orient Express and another in Covent Garden. Very strange.

My horoscope tells me that I will be glad that I’ve put a bit of cash on one side for a rainy day.
Hmmm. Might have a bit of a problem with that.

Right … off to work. The fact that I don’t have to think about my marketing course is finally beginning to hit home – and it’s a good feeling.

Blogger should be working now – they sent me a mail to say they have fixed the problem and it should no longer be pants. Cool.

An unplugged set tonight by Paul F, Paul the other one, Ted and Nick, in the company of Bren, Greg and Arron. Feel slightly more relaxed, but need to sleep.

What does anyone else think of meetup.com?

New header. The photo was taken in Chichester. A small prize to the first person to email me and correctly tell me where.

This from Meg:

This seems as good a time as any to announce…

Picnic in the Park II: The Return.

After the beer-and-frisbee induced shenanigans of PITP I, July 2002 sees the return of the outdoor massing of personal publishers (the gathering formerly known as “blogmeet”) to Hyde Park, London.

The Date:
Saturday 6 July 2002

The Time:
High Noon.

The Place:
Speaker’s corner (just behind Marble Arch, at the entrance to Hyde Park)

The Plan:
Bring edibles and drinkables, partners, offspring and/or pets (yours – kidnapping will be frowned on). Munch. Say “Blimey, I haven’t seen you since…” and “I never realised he/she looked like *that*…”. Polish off grub, menace small children (MM, GS) take some silly pictures (NJ) and then retire to a local hostelry for further chatter, or head off to Luke’s leaving do later in the afternoon (therefore effectively dispatching two winged pests with one hard but well-aimed projectile).

Spread the word.

I plan to be there.

Went to see La Placard at the New Park tonight – review when I have the energy (good – not fantastic – but good. and funny). Followed by beer with Dave and Kristian.

There is only one true Grayblog. Beware imitations.

hmmm. Only got in from work at 11.15pm. Not good.
And why has Blogger suddenly developed a “republish” button? And stopped working on the pro2 server – again?

If I had a ticket for Glastonbury, I’d try to see:

• Koop
• St Germain
• Lamb
• Orbital
• Plaid
• Zero 7
• Thievery Corporation
• The Bays
• Alfie
• Fila Brazilia

But no Cinematic Orchestra?

Just seen three very large birds of prey overhead, possibly buzzards. I’m sure that I saw one last night near Funtington as I was working.

Ok. I blame Penn, as she sent it to me, but all useful work has ceased whilst I play this (click on Keyball), whilst laughing in a Stuart Hall fashion. It’s really got an It’s A Knockout quality to it. Evidently doesn’t work on Macs.

*Still* wasting time at Globz, this time on Zebug2000, which is excellent, and TypoZ, which is just plain weird.

Too tired and busy to write anything here today. Sorry.
Although you may be fascinated by this missive from the weird and wacky world of spam:

You really can’t tell that I made that header graphic in a hurry, can you? No? Good.

It’s been a while….. Norwegian link for the day: learn Norwegian the easy way.

A bullet point life:

• very very very long hours at work
• midsummer day
• bits of stress, considered and then quickly put into perspective – it doesn’t really matter
• chalk balls
• success at the Garden Event at West Dean – you coming tomorrow?
• beer tonight
• need to sleep
• need to hug
• old friends
• a former lover
• ducklings
• lots to look forward to
• quiet in certain quarters – why?

Tired, but happy.
Garden Event a roaring success – my best ever. Which is nice, as finances will improve as a result. Reputation enhanced also.
Off for a beer to wind down now. Missing something though.

Ferrari: damned if they do, damned if they don’t. Formula 1 is as much a team sport as it is a test of the skill of individual drivers.

Beer tonight with Paul F and Gary, with very brief sightings of Kristian, Matt, Hamish and Clive.

Orange juice and canapés tonight with the great and good at West Dean, providing an opportunity to bask in the glory created.
Followed by a very pleasant time in the company of Chris, the gorgeous Becks, Al, Arron, DJ, Kim, Andy and Nathan.

Well, normal life seems to be returning – or the situation that is accepted as normal, as I still seem to have a massive amount of work to do.
I’m contemplating a short break. Suggestions for a destination? Currently being considered: Amsterdam, Berlin, Bilbao, Paris, Porto, Venice.

Ok. Time for some food links. I recommend Say Cheese, a specialist cheese shop based in East Sussex run by David and Eleanor Robins. David is an international cheese judge, and what he doesn’t know about cheese isn’t worth knowing.
One of the cheeses that David and Eleanor stock is Tornegus, an absolutely superb wine-washed semi-soft white cheese with a distinctive smooth taste and texture. It’s heaven on a cracker. What I didn’t know is that it’s maker, James Aldridge, died earlier this year. I hope that his creation will continue to be made – surely no better epitaph could exist.

damn. bugger. blast. drat.
For a whole number of reasons, including (and of less importance than some other reasons) because I just sent a text message to my mum instead of Sarah, which I’ll be quizzed about tomorrow. Bugger.

Go and give Bella a hug.

The pollen count must be very high today – even I am suffering, and it normally doesn’t worry me too much. Sneezing, itchy and watery eyes, general malaise. Ick. What we need is a rain shower to clear the air.

I’ve just found out that the deputy head of my secondary school died in April. Old Philip Howard students will remember Bruno Taylor as being one of the most formidable members of staff – you certainly went out of your way to avoid upsetting him. But he was also one of the most helpful and kind people you could meet too.
Actually, what I’ll remember him for most of all were his absolutely fantastic assemblies. He would usually read a passage from the Bible, ramble on in some completely bizarre, unrelated and slightly unhinged manner for fifteen minutes or so (his assemblies always over-ran) and then come to some conclusion that seemed completely unrelated to anything he’d been talking about in his sililoquy. Great stuff – when we got to the Sixth Form, we always made a point of attending his assemblies, just for the entertainment value.
It was during our last few months in the Upper Sixth that Bruno had his retirement “do”. A mass was held in the chapel to celebrate his contribution to the school, attended by the Sixth Form and staff (if memory serves). As I recall, Bruno took the opportunity to kiss all the Sixth Form girls, although Sarah denies all knowledge!

Top marks to me tonight for ceremonially throwing out (nearly) all my college notes from the past three years – just kept the notes that relate to the modules that have just been examined, just in case. I’ve also tidied some shelves, rearranged my book collection and, anally, alphabetized my CD collection (no mean feat with more than 500 CDs).

New header. New photo. Usual prize of a pint of beer to the first person that correctly identifies the location (it’s in Chichester).

hmm. I like this.

Thankfully, I never have this problem.

In the process of clearing out my course notes last night, I found that I have used 15 lever arch binders over the duration of the course, complete with ten-part dividers, as well as countless reams of paper and about 100 clear punched sleeves. I’ve saved the sleeves, binders and dividers, as they can all be reused – or alternatively, I can open up Graybo’s Stationery Shop.

I’m having problems with my PC at home. I tried to install Morpheus 1.9, which appeared successful, but wouldn’t actually connect to a node. At the same time, MSN Messenger ceased functioning correctly, reporting that all other users to whom I was trying to send messages were experiencing “network problems” and were no longer in the conversation.
I’ve uninstalled Morpheus, rebooted, uninstalled and reinstalled Messenger, rebooted, cursed my PC and put a hex on Bill Gates. All to no avail. Anyone else had similar problems? If so, did you find a workaround?

gah. sigh. Why are some people being very quiet at the moment? And why is it that those that are not being quiet are telling me things that I wish weren’t so?
I guess that’s life. Still, dinner with Sarah tomorrow night, which will be a laugh. And on Saturday, a raid to Habitat in Brighton (any Brighton folk reading this? Anyone up for lunch/beer?).

Happiness is having a chat with a very good (and beautiful) friend.

John Entwhistle, RIP.

Someone called Neil left a message in my comments about having two tickets to Paris that he was looking to dispose of. I thought it might be the Neil I went to school with, but it isn’t. So if it is you, can you get in touch?

Wise words from George Soros, these days an unlikely ally to the anti-global capitalism campaigners.
It seems that Osama bin Laden could have saved himself a lot of effort and bloodshed by training up a few malicious accountants and auditors in order to bring America (and large chunks of the global economy) to its knees.

Urf. Hungover.
Food at Chez Graybo last night with Sarah – a roaring success. Orange chicken with couscous – might post the recipe here later. Consumed with lots of beer and wine too, then followed by more beer with Paul F, Bren, Greg and Arron. Got roaringly drunk, was almost certainly embarrassingly loud, and have a sore head this morning.

Today’s plan: shopping in Brighton, followed by going to a pub in North Bersted to see the band with Greg and Bren.
I’ll have to do the washing up at some point too, but for now I can safely ignore it.

Apparently, this site is the joint 22nd most linked-to weblog in the UK. Which is nice.

Today in bullet points:

• Witnessed: a man in a smart suit, mid-forties, looking extremely uncomfortable and uncertain, holding a piece of blue A4 paper in front of his chest so that people could read it:
  Chichester Masonic Hall – open today
  Which goes to show what a secretive organisation they are, as I didn’t even know there was a Masonic Hall in Chichester.
  Related: a Masonic blog.
• Witnessed: in Waterstone’s bookshop, a man (clearly not staff) walking around the store and carefully straightening each pile of books, and then playing a short "tune" by beating out a rhythm on the tops and sides of the piles. OCD? Tourettes?
• Chichester was alive today (pun intended) as artists prepared for the Chi Alive street theatre day. Looked interesting, but I couldn’t stop as I was determined to get to Brighton
• Rail chaos this morning due to a suspicious fatality on the line at Havant – apparently there had been no trains for five hours. I caught a train that was running nearly 90 minutes late.
• Brighton was absolutely full of people. It’s such a fascinating and cosmopolitan place, with people of every type that you could imagine, and a few that you couldn’t. But I still don’t think I could live there – it’s too large and anonymous, and I like the fact that walking around Chichester, I’m bound to bump into someone I know. I prefer to keep Brighton as a special treat, a place to visit, savour and return to another day.
• Today’s shopping: four CDs (Quantic [my first Q - yay!], The Caretaker, Plaid and a Ninja Cuts compilation), greetings cards, a gift for sis-not-in-law, another for Sarah, new shot glasses, some paperbacks (watch the current reading list over the next couple of weeks), a bath mat, some Lush products and, at last, a new light for my kitchen – a triple spot array, which should look a lot nicer than the current ugly-but-effective fluorescent tube.
• Today’s frustration: inadequate banking hours – even in Brighton, the Barclays branch closes at 12.30. Why??
• Today’s highlight: a very relaxing lunch in the Bamboo Bar in North Laine, enjoying good food and beer on a sun-drenched balcony overlooking the crowded street below.
• I must have been radiating contentment on the way home – two attractive women sat opposite me on the train, and both struck up (light) conversation totally unprompted. Which was nice.

A good day.

Just renewed my hosting for this site – anyone want to nip over to the “support this site” page and make a donation?

No sighting of the cathedral falcons today – just half a dead pigeon on the Cathedral Green. Niiiice.

Dinner tonight with the family for Jane’s birthday – which was actually a good laugh.

How silly. Pointed out to me by Arron.