The launch of Apple’s new iPhone may be just around the corner, but if you opt for ‘book’ technology there is the promise of no cables, eternal battery life and “no lag…no matter how fast you scroll.”
Ikea’s bookbook is the best technology since…well, the book.
Click below to watch the most brilliant video launching their bog standard 2015 catalogue in a massive parody of one of Apple’s product launches.
You should service and clean your camera once a year, apparently. Mine’s at least six years old and apart from wiping the front of the lense with my sleeve every now and again, (not exactly a deep clean) I haven’t touched it.
Swapping the lenses over I can just about handle but seeing my camera’s inner workings, naked and exposed, generally makes me panic. It’s a bit like seeing someone you know well, but not intimately, with their clothes off. Wrong and rather frightening.
So you can imagine how thrilled I was when I looked through the viewfinder yesterday only to see a great, big and very dead bug inside the display? It seemed to be stuck around the prism area when I had a quick peek inside and no matter how much huffing and puffing I tried to do to dislodge it, it wouldn’t budge.
I love a game around the table after dinner. I don’t mean Snakes and Ladders or Scrabble, I’m taking about something erring on the side of untraditional and rather silly. Something, ideally, a bit messy. If people looks like idiots whilst playing it, so much the better (I grew up in rural Scotland where it rained almost constantly and we had to amuse ourselves…can you tell?).
So imagine my delight when I was asked by PL and AL for dinner this Saturday and after the most incredible food – we began with hand-picked crab amuse bouches and ended with pudding, cheese and port – they whipped out a box of After Eights. Not to eat, you understand…but to play with.
This is a brilliant, cheat pud from a shop you have probably driven past countless times and never thought of stopping at. I have only discovered it fairly recently after being bought something from here by a friend in possession of flawless taste (backed up by her rather impressive Birkin bag collection) who was coming for dinner.
Its name is spelt out in rather unappealing red neon lights and it sits on Bukit Timah Road (just after Sixth Avenue) within a little parade of shops. None of which are worth going to except this one: Ritz Apple Strudel.
First there was the Ice Bucket Challenge…and now there’s the Rice Bucket Challenge.
When the Ice Bucket trend hit India, where clean drinking water is scarce, guess how they did it?
They didn’t.
What was born instead was the really rather wonderful spin-off, the Rice Bucket Challenge: giving a bucket of rice to a neighbour in need.
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