Drowning in media

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I spend too much of my day consuming media. I will happily spend a morning just noodling around on the web. Meantime, a torrent of torrents are downloading movies and TV programs for my future delectation. Five floors up, Nik is doing the same, and regularly offers me gigabytes of stuff to add to my collection. His latest offering is a series of programs by an American photographer who goes to exotic places and takes fantastic photos; and make you want to do the same. Tomorrow I fly to Peru and will come back via Antarctica.

And now there is even more choice. Finally sorted out a decent VPN service which not only gives me full access to all the BBC programs which they so thoughtfully make available on the web, but I can also be in the USA and watch loads of American TV programs via Hulu. Wonderful, and it all seems to stream with only the occasional hiccup; even when she who must be obeyed is running her various farms and fish tanks on Facebook. I have calculated that, allowing nine hours for eating, sleeping and doing things in the toilet, I could happily spend every waking moment watching something in the UK, or the USA, or downloaded. This is a bit worrying because it would leave no time for what some people would consider to a key component of a civilised life; playing computer games.

Still, it has been great this weekend. Watched the Formula One qualifying live on the BBC’s website and was all set to do the same today for the race. Then I drove past NanoTrax today and saw this:

The always enterprising Qon had hired a couple of young ladies to stand outside his establishment holding placards. Instead of the usual adverts for happy hours and cheap beer, they were offering F1. So I could not refuse.

On the top floor of the club there is a second track and three TVs….

…and a reasonable crowd gathered to watch the race.

The only downside was the appalling commentary from Star Sports. Thankfully I had my Soft Pauer F1 application which seemed to be running about 5 seconds ahead of the TV feed, and a light year ahead of the Star Sports commentator in terms of information provision.

After the F1 race, it was time for the weekly club race and I decided to enter for the first time. There were two groups of drivers and each group had two fifteen minute qualifying sessions. At the end of half of hour of driving, I was very pleased to find myself a very solid sixth on the grid. Unfortunately, the main race was delayed and I had to leave before it was run. I am sure I could have easily maintained that sixth position, especially as there were only six drivers in the race….

Now settling down for an evening of BBC TV, or something from America, or maybe I will go to the Masai Mara with the whizzo photographer. I am sure I will then be able to book a direct connection from Antarctica to Kenya.

Comments 🔗

2010-04-04 | genuinej says

Your globe seems to have become ever smaller, but you’ve lost me on this post. I may be able to help with your need for C’burys cream eggs, subject to my wife not over-ruling my urgent need for a trip to Pattaya, which I’ve booked for 28th April, but not got round to mentioning it to her yet. Fingers crossed!!


2010-04-04 | Qon says

glad you were able to finally make it to a club race! we all missed ya in the final & you probably would’ve done better than you think. hope 2 c ya again soon (after wednesday, i gotta go to the country for 3 days… grrrrrrr)


2010-04-05 | Spike says

genuinej, Never mind the post, I didn’t understand it either; and that was yesterday. Today is a new dawn with the promise of cream eggs. Your wife sounds like a wonderful, trusting person; but just to be on the safe side tell her you are going to Belgium.