Let’s blame the grim atmosphere caused by the credit crunch. Barely a year ago, the Daily Express merely observed us migrants taking all new jobs. Yesterday, the Daily Star (which is not, as I thought at first, a communist newspaper) accused us of having stolen all these jobs. Let me then add that my current job had been vacant for four months before I finally got the nerve to steal it.
Maison Neuve and Pop!
I might play some Christmas tunes — Where It’s At Is Where You Are has some fine tunes for download — and I will definitely play some Maison Neuve. The French band have been on my playlist for some months now, ever since Stéphane sent me their Victor Victor EP. A combination of being busy and lazy had got in my way of writing about them, which is somewhat unfair because I really like the band. The play a grim kind of pop; the kind of one you hear in underground venues and that, at least for me, is associated with the continent. My favourite song is the pumping New Rap Conversation (unfortunately, it’s not on Theirspace), which appears to make a proper effort at making me go through these dark and cold final days of the year.
So, Exeter Goes Pop! Tonight, that is, at the usual time (8pm to 11pm) and the usual place (Tigga’s Bar. It will be free as usual.
There is a bug in the mod_proxy mobule for Apache 2.0, which causes the front-end server to ignore cookies sent from the back-end server when the response is a 302 redirect. Because I can not (yet) upgrade to a newer version of Apache, I found a work around by making the back-end server store the cookies sent alongside a redirect in a session variable and then resend them during the next normal response, upson which the session variable is cleared. I know you don’t care and you shouldn’t really, but sometimes something one achieves at work can make life feel a little bit better and such things, makes as they won’t make any sense out of context, are to be shared.
For no other reason than that I walked past the shop last night on my way to the B&B and got inspired, I went to Abingdon’s independent Mostly Books shop again. I did not buy anything, although I could easily have spent a fortune there, but I can not recommend this shop enough for anyone passing by: without being elitist in any kind of way, it is smallness in its greatest form. They now have a website too and even a blog.
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