Dinner is served

In my last Amazon delivery I found a flyer for £25 off from HelloFresh. Being a curious kind of fellow, I signed up and ordered my first box for the reduced rate of £14.

Now, I’m not exactly what I’d call an accomplished cook but I know my way around the kitchen and can follow a recipe.

I’d debate that I this was actually any cheaper, despite what was claimed. The only way I’d have got value is if the box also had a decent bottle of wine or two included. It was also a waste of packaging with individual sachets of balsamic vinegar and a tiny 26g jar of peanut butter for example. Yes, most of it was recyclable but as I’ve said time and again, recycling should be the last option.

I also don’t like being told what I’m going to cook. Planning and shopping is part and parcel of a meal for me.

Overall, the food was nice and the instructions clear and easy to follow. I have no doubt that some people may appreciate and find the service useful but it’s just not for me.

Burning down the house

A while ago my laptop shut down. I checked my Magsafe connector was still attached and noticed the green indicator light was out. It was then that I noticed the smell.

It was coming from my power brick which was positioned just under the curtains and which I suspect are fairly flammable.

My laptop is getting on a bit and I doubt I’ll be able to find a new genuine Apple replacement. From what I understand about the models available from third-party manufacturers, I’ll not even be leaving the power switched on at the wall when I’m out and about.

Happy New Year Nev

For the first time ever, I spent New Years Eve on my own — laying on the sofa with a tub of pralines and cream Häagen-Dazs. I was recovering from my latest (and I’m determined for it to be my last) bout of tonsillitis. I watched the fireworks erupt over Edinburgh Castle from my living room window and then went to bed, very, very sober.


“Until I learn to accept my reward”
— The Teardrop Explodes, Reward

I’m not sure why I always thought that O2’s Priority scheme was just to offer things that I had no interest in or were otherwise of no practical use, like 10% of Justin Bieber concert tickets at the O2 Arena for example.

An occasional £1 lunch, free coffee from Caffe Nero, random freebies from places like Hotel Chocolat and other free-to-enter competitions — what’s not to like? Essentially, I’m pretty much getting my airtime bill for nothing every month.

When’s a phone not a phone?

One day the other week I was more than half-way to work and suddenly realised that I didn’t have my phone with me. I half-contemplated turning around and going home for it but dismissed this idea as an over-reaction; it was just my phone after all, right?


I thinned my wallet down about six years ago to avoid getting to the same situation as George Costanza. Until NFC is built into my phone and contactless payment is globally accepted, I now have a Vaultskin to carry banknotes, my security pass and a few other cards alongside my phone.

As well as being a phone, my phone is now my bus ticket, boarding pass, stills and video camera, torch, alarm clock, TV remote control, satnav, heart rate monitor and car key.