Minimalist poet, minimalist lifestyle

There was a new computer free in the library this morning. It looked good - flat screen widescreen monitor and an ergonomic keyboard...but I wasn't tempted because it had Windows Vista installed and I've come across so many critical reports of this operating system that I stayed well away.

I had an enjoyable day walking yesterday; despite the weather being rather disappointing. We set off from Robin Hood's Bay and walked the five miles to Whitby taking a rather circuitous inland route, stopping for fish and chips in the resort and then returning along the clifftops, a short section of the Cleveland Way - which was a bit slippery underfoot in places.

I bought a newspaper this morning, mainly for the weekly TV guide. I'm going hiking on the moors again tomorrow and so won't be able to get the Sunday Times as I usually do.

With today being a Saturday the pools fixtures are included and I've noticed that only 45 matches are now listed, including four games from the Spanish Primera Liga.

How things change; the last time I looked there were 55 or 57 fixtures; and all of them from only the English and Scottish leagues.

I've just spent the last hour or so pursuing this obsession. Here are the search terms I typed into Google.

possible proto-Germanic contact with the Phoenician language
posited 'Atlantic' language group
non-Indo-European substratum of Germanic languages
is Albanian distantly related to the Celtic languages?
lexicostatistical comparison of Indo-European languages

I arrived at the top of the stairs at the central library a few minutes ago and noticed that the public toilets are closed and there's a sign explaining why - drug addicts have been using the facilities.

I stopped for a few seconds to read the notice pinned to the door and one of the female members of staff walked past me; so I said to no-one in particular [but loud enough so that she could hear me] "I've got an idea...why not keep the toliets open and shoot the drug addicts."

She stopped dead in her stride, but didn't turn around to face me.

Message understood...loud and clear!