tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62714612024-03-13T17:57:04.326+02:00:anglosaxy:A Brit's insight into life in the Holy Land...teaching, writing, drinking and anything else in the present continuous...ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.comBlogger1382125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-14584991771711641762011-11-12T11:47:00.001+02:002011-11-12T11:47:51.044+02:00Living it up, living it upashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-63340180752892751192011-11-02T12:03:00.001+02:002011-11-02T12:03:03.295+02:00Wee lad, big shoesashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-68552327158398433702011-09-14T14:15:00.001+03:002011-09-14T14:15:31.125+03:00800 years old!ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-12812929145668486762011-09-10T01:11:00.001+03:002011-09-10T01:12:12.464+03:00Trying the iPhone appashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-22810272340750723792011-06-24T05:29:00.012+03:002012-05-14T22:16:42.832+03:00Keeping fit innitGettin' on in age means your body starts to feel the wear and tear. A lot more. Surely you've had some of those mornings when you had a few more than you should have the night before, and, well, you wake up in one sorry state. "Eee, if your ma could see ya now..."
So I've started keeping fit innit.Been riding my bike a heck of a lot, through the moshav fields, and am even tempted to get one of ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-78492679342968498822011-06-22T23:25:00.000+03:002011-06-22T23:25:35.235+03:00Happy 6th to my Prince of a lad!The flowery thing on the head is an Israeli kindergarten thing. So no need to worry :-)
ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-57328755423192477842011-05-09T00:48:00.001+03:002011-05-09T00:48:12.117+03:00Three munchkinsThree munchkinsashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-54816394435203403522011-05-06T18:57:00.001+03:002011-05-06T18:57:15.178+03:00The rather blue RedThe rather blue Red Sea...ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-1411833132107888522011-04-09T12:49:00.000+03:002011-04-09T12:49:55.353+03:00A sweet little Purim bunny...OK, daddyish here again, with a shot of wee lad Daniel, now 16 months old. This was taken a few days ago during Purim, a much-loved holiday in Israel where everyone gets dressed up and drunk (the kids don't drink though!)...
A bit girlie I know, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Unless he finds this blog one day...ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-81689982591838715272011-03-25T21:40:00.000+02:002011-03-25T21:40:35.989+02:00Yep, this really is IsraelHard to believe it I know, but I was lumping snowballs at the missus last week...here are a few shots of some serious snow action oop in the north of Israel @ Mount Hermon.
ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-41392492664690367072010-12-14T20:48:00.000+02:002010-12-14T20:48:40.200+02:00My Princess hits Four, while the Ginga Ninja hits Oneashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-14886972480036393612010-12-14T20:38:00.000+02:002010-12-14T20:38:21.000+02:00Christmas tree up, shopping doneSo Christmas is just round the corner innit. I bought all my stuff online this year, no parcels heading to the Mother Land...hopefully a few heading this way, with the help of Santa and his reindeer.
Will post a picture of my crew fixing the decorations and Christmas tree. Ella is a bit too keen - every day she keeps asking if Christmas is here yet...ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-74307909343902603462010-10-31T11:44:00.000+02:002010-10-31T11:44:29.001+02:00I tried to quit aint itAgain, the quitter in me just don't wanna know. I even managed to get a whole version release out on me tod and feel good about it, Christ knows why. I guess the salary, the upcoming bonus and getting a year on the clock could well be deciding factors.
In the meantime, Internet success has hit a couple of my small sites, so I'm def in the right direction with all this shit. Just got to scale it ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-45406321628249390402010-09-20T23:11:00.000+02:002010-09-20T23:11:05.639+02:00It was 20 years ago...Bleedin' eck. 20 years ago last week I first stepped onto Israeli soil. It's been steadily downhill ever since, eh? To celebrate, here's yet another enthralling episode in my tale of how I ended up in Israel. And stayed. This time, we're up to Part 13, unlucky for some.
And no, I haven't quit. There's talk of a decent bonus for me coming up in the next month or so, so I'm sticking around for ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-68188276000416465672010-08-31T11:34:00.014+03:002010-10-31T11:40:32.182+02:00Getting me a new hobby innitWell, I know I don't have much time to write here anymore, what with my Internet empire and three luverly kids to keep busy. You don't need to tell me, of course...
But with the little spare time I do have, I've managed to take up a bit of circuit running/fast walking, to get my daily dose of health goodness. And that healthy shit has been helped by getting a decent pair of headphones that slot ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-58716632295010498652010-08-28T17:32:00.000+03:002010-08-28T17:32:02.836+03:00Can't quit to save my lifeSo I tried twice to quit. Oh yeh, TWICE I told the boss that I need to quit, TWICE he told me to think about it again. It looks like he won't take me seriously unless I actually hand over an official resignation letter, which I've never done before. But am quite happy to oblige him with. What with a deadline looming though, I reckon once they see how little I've done over the last 2-3 weeks I ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-38406868178720269052010-07-17T09:13:00.000+03:002010-07-17T09:13:42.142+03:00On the verge of an empireI almost did it this week. I sat there with my boss and was just going to tell him when he had to rush off. Bastard. And after he told me that he was impressed with my work (what couldn't be impressive about cutting a bloated 46 page piece of crap down to 16 pages!?), it's just got a little harder to toss this job to the dogs.
But toss it. It has to go. I just picked up another small freelance ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-46765364357511612102010-06-29T01:16:00.001+03:002010-06-29T01:18:34.628+03:00I can smell a change a-coming...Aye, things could be a changing as we speak. I'm really struggling to keep up with the workload I have at the moment, and would dearly love to kiss the freckly-arsed daily run up to the northern armpit of Israel goodbye. It's just a waste of time, all that driving, all those endless meetings and all that bollock-churning micro-management that appears to have risen its ugly head recently.
So, oneashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-80870592676061837542010-05-17T23:02:00.000+03:002010-05-17T23:02:43.669+03:00Oh to be a corporate whoreAfter a Company Day of witnessing people get actually excited, even animated about their job in hi-tech, I have to say that I could have picked a better profession, those many moons ago...maybe it's the independent spirit in me, but listening to the big cheese saying he demands things from us made me cringe, a cringe beyond normal cringes...coupled with some of the cringe-worthy comments from my ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-68500158413152462602010-04-15T08:57:00.000+03:002010-04-15T08:57:24.810+03:00Open Spacey remixedOh dear. Cubicle Corner has now become Open Spacey II. Instead of suffering one nerdy, American woman with no life, I'm now sharing with two more American ladies. I have given them names, just so they feel at home: Lumpy, Frumpy and Grumpy. Can you tell how much I'm impressed with my new teammates?
I'm trying to build up work other than Tech Writing and it's coming along nicely, and end April/ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-35399897763103225252010-02-27T11:35:00.000+02:002010-02-27T11:35:41.302+02:00Thieving gitsOK, so this week was a bit of a nasty one for us anglosaxies. Living on a moshav has been great fun up til now, but on Monday morning we were brought back down to earth with a flying visit from someone who took a liking to our 3 computers, cameras, wallets, and, best of all, the new Renault parked outside (I'd only got it a few hours earlier and it still had the plastic wrapping on the seats...).ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-947618240244337492010-02-02T05:52:00.002+02:002010-02-02T05:52:00.283+02:00The story goes on...why did I stay in this country? Beats me...So the story goes on. I know it's been a couple of months, what with new babies being born, new houses being moved into and new cubicles being occupied, but here it is, Part 12 of my adventure, the story of why I ended up here so long...plenty more to come peeps!ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-46485014762583789732010-01-27T22:19:00.000+02:002010-01-27T22:19:33.732+02:00What d'ya think?Just wrapping up a site for my father, he of the olde driving instructor worlde back in Blighty. A profession that is clearly, er, lacking, in the Holy Land. But if you were looking for driving lessons in Eastbourne (suntrap of the south), would this site do it for you? Clean, professional and easy to contact, those were the main criteria. No flashy bits and bobs...ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-64859171130974904142010-01-22T20:49:00.001+02:002010-01-22T20:49:45.251+02:00Back into the fast lane. Of corridors.Hell on wheels.
Well, that's what it feels like to get back into Corridor Land world, which shall now be rephrased Cubicle Corner. However much I try to convince myself, I ain't made for sitting in cubicles and listening to politically correct discussions about work and boring TV shows and cats. It's not that the people I work with are nasty or anything - although I did manage to raise the ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271461.post-78559884585717182462009-12-31T05:28:00.031+02:002009-12-31T05:28:00.109+02:00So that was 2009......and it was quite an eventful year for us anglosaxies. The biggest event of the year happened in the final month, a certain new addition to the ranks at anglosaxy castle. Here he is, little JuniorMarkII, otherwise known as Daniel.
He has brought a certain amount of action to the house, and, er, a few sleepless nights. But he's a great little kid, pretty relaxed and doing great.
We also moved ashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05886219752432773203noreply@blogger.com0