Friday, March 16, 2007

Quiz...

...from Phil.
1. Can you cook? Yes
2. What was your dream growing up? [Or to what did you aspire?] To be rich, and a TV newsreader.
3. What talent do you wish you had? To be able to play the piano.
4. [What is your] F [f]avo[u]rite place? Erm, in my car?
5. [What is your] F [f]avo[u]rite actor? Patrick Stewart
6. What was the last book you read more than once? The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole
7. What zodiac sign are you? Aries
8. [Do you have] A [a]ny T [t]attoos and/or P [p]iercings? Yuck - no!
9. [What is your]W [w]orst H [h]abit? Erm, chewing my nails.
10. [What is your] F [f]avo[u]rite snack? Kettle chips!
11. What is your favo[u]rite sport? Tennis, perhaps.
12. Do you have a Negative [pessimistic] or O [o]ptimistic attitude [nature]? Optimistic, definitely.
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me? Wait to be rescued...
14. [What was the] B [b]est thing to ever happen to you? Getting into Cambridge.
15. Tell me one weird fact about you[rself]. Erm, I hate bananas.
16. Do you have any pets? No.
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena? I used to, and there's a video of me teaching a new year's eve party to do it in 1997.
18. What time is it where you are now? 14:14
19. Do you think [that] clowns are cute or scary? Neither - stupid. But more scary than cute.
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? Make my nose smaller.
21. Would you be my partner in crime or my conscience? [n.b. I don't know what this one's supposed to mean either!] Definitely your conscience.
22. What colo[u]r eyes do you have? Blue.
23. [Have you] E [e]ver been arrested? [All answers in five part harmony with full orchestration if possible please.] Nope.
24. Bottle or Draft [draught]? Bottle (though for me I will assume it refers to coke, not beer).
25. If you won $10,000 dollars [£5,133.64] today, what would you do with it? Put it in my bank, and stroke my balance. And buy a 15-inch MacBook Pro.
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew? Hate gum - makes me ill!
27. What's your favo[u]rite bar to hang at? Surely I should hang out at a bar? Erm, The Anchor, maybe?
28. Do you believe in ghosts? No, most certainly not.
29. [What is your] F [f]avo[u]rite thing to do in your spare time? Surf the net!
30. Do you swear a lot? Fuck yeah!
31. [What is your] B [b]iggest pet peeve? That faculty staff feel that by their status they have carte blanche to talk audibly in the library.
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself? Sensible.
33. In one word, how would you describe me? ASNaC
34. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you [or indeed for any other reason]?

Thursday, March 15, 2007

digital tv

Gosh, for somebody who doesn't actually watch TV, I sure spend a lot of time posting about it!
Anyway, my thought of the day is about the news of the impending switch-over to digital TV, meaning that instead of 4 okay channels, we get 4 okay channels, plus 30 other dreadful channels to waste our time flicking through and our lives in front. Also, from what I gather at home, my mother, who may not be the most technology savvy person in the world shall we say, was pretty much unable to watch TV from the moment our house got freeview, because it was just so complicated: 4 remotes, different channel settings, and cables everywhere. And to be honest I sympathise, despite me being somebody with a Cambridge degree, two computers, a PDA, iPod, digicam etc. It is horrendously complicated. And further still, a big problem we have at home is crappy digital signal. Now with analog, if you had crappy signal, the picture was just a bit fuzzy, and it was still watchable. But with digital, even the slightest hint of interference made the channel a jerky boxy mess that was totally useless. So, for example, in our front room at home, we cannot get ITV. Which is retarded. 
I'm sure that you are all, dear readers, capable of extrapolating the point of all this to the general population, without me having to spell it out (old people, etc etc).
Anyway, just my thought of the day, to provide at least a semblance of an attempt to write something every day.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

30 in 30?

Doing this would be quite cool, but it's so not going to happen, so I shall not pledge to it. It's not because I don't have anything to say, it's just that I inevitably think of them either as soon as I write another post and I don't want to be overzealous, or it's in bed and I have forgotten by the morning.
Anyway, somehow my brain has managed to recover the content of my thoughts in bed last night. On saturday, I watched Bowling for Columbine, upon Brian's recommendation. Three things struck me from it. 
1. It would have had more credibility has Michael Moore not been in charge (the image of him on Team America just stuck in my mind, and he became his caricature).
2. The culture of fear in the US, and to a similar extent in the UK is really quite depressing. Since I stopped watching television three and a half years ago, I have become very cynical of TV news reporting. And to think, for all my teens I wanted to be a news reader (albeit on the BBC)! It really was a sign of our times when the film showed us a long row of talkers telling the story of a shooting in gory detail to all their different networks, and how the camera crews just go nonchalantly from one tragedy to the next.
3. Guns are scary. They are quite possibly the most evil thing in the world. Killing with a gun is so easy. You're so detached, and have to go to virtually nil physical effort. A person has so much effort put into their lives: parents cradling them, watching them crawl, begin to walk, first day in school, happy days at the beach. Then suddenly, in less than 5 seconds, it all ends with a piece of metal, not even two inches long, being launched into your head at supersonic speeds. You stand no chance, it's so final. I just cannot understand what possessed people to invent such barbarism. A knife by comparison is a tame weapon - you need contact, and as such you stand more of a chance of breaking free, disabling the assailant, removing the weapon from the scene. But against a gun, you stand no chance whatsoever, and it terrifies me - I have to close my eyes and ears every time a gun is involved in a movie scene, because I just cannot cope with it. 
I don't really know what I'm trying to achieve with this post, probably nothing, but it feels a little liberating to explain my fears in writing (as well as the impressive feat of actually remembering what I wanted to write!)

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

i'm wide awake, it's morning

I found some new music I liked today, something that had been sitting on my HDD for ages, but I just could not be bothered to listen to it. You know how it is, you have your set artists that you listen to intensively for a period (for me at the moment, Interpol, Death Cab for Cutie, The Feeling, The Fratellis and Lily Allen [more below]). However, for the past couple of weeks, I have been in that transition phase where I don't really know what I want to listen to so I just let iTunes choose things at random and inspire me, but sadly without much inspiration. So today, I set out to discover The Arcade Fire. I had heard their new single 'No Cars Go' on Radio 2 on saturday afternoon, and enjoyed it. Then something from their old album came on in the interlude at Lily Allen last night, so today I dug out the copy Maddy had given me as part of a CD one time, but that I had just ignored because I didn't know it. And let me say that it is good - so good in fact that I felt I knew most of the songs already, as they were being played! So finally, I think I might have something that will enable me to give Interpol a little rest - I'm scared of getting bored of them! And just for the sake of completeness, I also listened to the Bright Eyes for the first time, hence the title of this post.
Aaaaaand, as I hinted to above, I went to see Lily Allen in concert at the Hammersmith Apollo last night. She was great, albeit a bit pissed. She covered Blondie's 'Heart of Glass', and the Kaiser Chiefs' 'Oh My God' - both brilliant! One complaint I had though, and this is true of pretty much every concert I have been to, is that the music is so loud that it both drowns out the singer, and seems to 'max-out' the speakers, so everything sounds treble-y and strained. I hope somebody else knows what I mean. Anyway, the best thing about the whole night was my driving: I drove into pretty much central London for the first time in my life, and thankfully, it went well. One tiny hiccough on the way, when I naively followed the signs rather than my good sense and the map and google earth, but we got back on track pretty soon and relatively stress-free, so that was good. Finally, do take a look at Brian's blog post about Lily - I agree fully with his wisdom!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Second Class Citizens

Two little things that irritated me yesterday, and I thought were worthy of comment:

1. Some workmen were coming to do something in our set yesterday morning. As is usual among college staff, the courtesy of discovering whether people are in and dressed and ready and willing to answer the door was lost on the maintenance staff. A ferocious knock was followed immediately by the jingle of keys heading swiftly towards the lock. Thankfully I had just finished getting into my jeans, so I was decent, but I quite possibly could not have been. Surely it is common courtesy to wait until you are let in to somebody's room, or at least wait a good few seconds to establish that there is nobody there in order to enter with a master key? Of course, I realise that my room is College property, but think about it - if I had visitors in my house, I would not barge in on the room in which they are staying without knocking and waiting for a reply first. It strikes me as rude, inconsiderate, and potentially very embarrassing for all parties concerned.

2. When the workmen came in, one of them mentioned that there would be drilling, and that he had better go and inform some of the people living around, to apologise. The head of maintenance who was with them dismissed this instantly, saying "it will wake them!". Might I
add that it was 9am. Now, College is an educational establishment, full of hard-working students. The people upstairs from us might well have been up half the night finishing an essay, and using the morning to catch up on some sleep to recover before working in the afternoon.
Surely it should be common courtesy to at the very least apologise to those people that their slumber is about to be disturbed by an 18-inch drill hacking away at concrete walls underneath their beds? No, of course not, we are simply the vermin that inconvenience the staff by occupying their precious rooms, making it more difficult for them to do their work.

So, this is not on. I am sick of being a second-class citizen in what is my home. I am therefore really looking forward to being free of student accommodation next year - I have had 4 years of it, I am a grown-up, and I think it is high time that I become an English(Welsh)man in my own castle.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

A lovely day

It's a really lovely day today, which makes me feel good about the world. How terribly shallow and British of me! I must admit, I am starting to look forward to summer, which is possibly a first for me. Summer in Cambridge is gorgeous, and today reminded me how much I love this city. I should really go out and enjoy the day, but unfortunately I have not done any work for what seems like a week, and I really need to get some serious reading done for my thesis. Honestly - I have far too much time to do this - I need some pressure to work more efficiently!!!!
Oh, and my bicycle seat has suddenly, after two years, started to hurt my derriere. I have no idea why. I might try to cycle less over the next few days and see if I fix myself.

Monday, January 29, 2007

TV Licensing

TV Licensing irks me no end.
Today, I received an "OFFICIAL WARNING" that a visit from an enforcement officer was imminent, because I do not have a TV licence. I am proud to not have a television licence, because I do not have a television, nor do I watch television. I have not regularly watched television broadcasts since I left home in 2003, preferring to live my own life rather than watching others live their fake ones. I buy DVDs and watch them on my laptop if I want to have entertainment, or I go to the cinema.

Anyway, my point is that I despise being treated as a criminal for simply not conforming to how most people live their lives. It does not seem to cross the minds of TV Licensing people that some people simply choose not to have a TV, and that everyone who does not have a licence is trying to rip them out of their £131.50.

My other gripe is that it is a criminal sanction. The BBC, which granted is a public body, is not the government, thus I object to being subjected to possible criminal sanctions for not paying them their fee for me watching their programmes. Surely this is a contract: I agree to pay the fees for receiving their television signals, pure and simple. If I receive their programmes without paying, they should sue me. They should not prosecute me.

Finally, and this is probably a stupid point but it annoys me nonetheless: what if I have a television, but actively do not watch the BBC? TV Licensing, which is a subsidiary company of the BBC, say that if I watch ANY television as it is being broadcast, then I need a licence. Well actually, the licence fee pays for the BBC, so why should I pay it if I am not receiving anything back from the BBC? Granted I have the possibility of watching the BBC, but since when has having the means of breaking the law been sanctioned? I am not fined for driving my car, that conceivably is capable of breaking the speed limit. I choose not to, and so I do not have to pay the fine. Surely that analogy should apply to television signals?

Anyway, that's just some food for thought. As for food for my stomach, well the smell coming from the kitchen is telling me that it is ready...

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Smoking..

I know that this is a very old story, but it was linked from a more recent one. It's very funny, and written with its tongue very firmly in cheek - I thought the BBC was meant to be impartial!!

Monday, January 15, 2007

Kidnap to Adoption?

This is very strange indeed, and makes for very uncomfortable reading. What the article does not do is try to offer an explanation why on earth the boy did not do something about his situation, given that he was as far from a captive as he could have been. But then if he was happy where he was, as he seemed to be, I feel very uncomfortable that he was returned to his family - did anybody ask him? Perhaps he didn't want to go home, and enjoyed his life with Mr Devlin, only for his world to be shattered by the cavalry. I'm probably wrong, but I can't help thinking this.
On a happier note, the fact that France wanted to be ruled by the Queen is kind of cool! Imagine how different the world would have been if Britain and France were the same country: The United Kingdom of Great Britain, France and Northern Ireland. Lol. I think it would have had a fabulous positive effect on our culture. Oh well, never mind, we can go and sample what we missed by going there on holiday!

Sunday, January 14, 2007

A night out.

I actually had a proper night out last night, possibly for the first time ever. I had dinner at home, then went with the MCR to the Pickerel, where i had a glass of Pinot Grigio, then I went to Criminology pub which was just finishing at the Anchor and carried on in Darwin college bar, where I proceeded to have another two or three glasses of wine. To top it all off, I went to Gardi's where I met a few members of the MCR to eat greek burger with cheesy chips, and to walk (I think there was some running involved too) home with.
The strange thing is this however, I don't think I felt drunk. I don't think I have ever felt drunk. What is it supposed to feel like? Perhaps I didn't drink enough, but given that I have never really drunk any alcohol until about two months ago, I hardly think I have developed a tolerance for it, and four glasses of wine should be enough to at least render some level of inebriation in anybody. I certainly felt a bit rough when I got to bed, but I think that's quite natural after eating bits of toothpaste-consistency cow. Definitely no hangover in the morning either, I don't think, but again I don't know what that feels like: I felt a bit shitty, but then I was woken up at 9am to go invigilating, and it was no worse than any other morning (and Brian would know how dead I am in the morning!). Oh well, we'll see what happens next time...if there is a next time.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Various musings...

I like doing that full stop thing... don't I?

Anyway, here are a few things occupying my mind at the moment. Firstly, I have had new glasses, but to be honest I am not sure about them. Don't worry - they are not intended as a replacement for the black ones, but just as a bit of variety, particularly with a suit. Although, in that picture they don't look too bad!

I am very into Wil Wheaton's blog at the moment - his post about Star Trek: The Experience is very sweet - though it makes me really want to visit Las Vegas! In case you don't know, he played Wesley Crusher in Star Trek: The Next Generation in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and is now a proud thirty-something computer geek. Also he has a mac - respect. (Unfortunately he has the Pro laptop, which is really annoying, as it makes me hugely jealous: the computer of my dreams!!). Oh well, someday maybe - this one is tough and brilliantly portable at the moment.

Also, I promised myself not to get excited about the newly announced iPhone, but to be honest, I am slightly. To buy one would mean throwing out all my high horse beliefs about multi-use devices (Cameramusicphones? Tosh! Buy a decent camera, iPod and a Nokia telephone, I say!), but I must say the functionality of a telephone along with a Mac OSX does sound tempting. Don't worry though, I have a feeling that it will be a long time before it will be available in the UK.

I finished my criminological and legal psychology essay today, I think. Which means all I have to do now is polish that one and my research methods essay before handing them in on Tuesday. That means I should have a relatively quiet weekend, not that I have anything exciting happening over the weekend to look forward to!

Oh, as an update to my really old post about Cambridge Trinity Street Post Office: I was there today, and was again pleasantly surprised by the huge improvement in the quality of service. Good job since the redesign - they clearly buried the old battleaxe in the concrete before re-opening!

Hello again..

Hello again. 364 days since my last post. Oh well! Anyway, I thought I'd give blogger a go again, having changed my page layout, and getting frustrated with the feelings of big-headedness that posting onto people's LiveJournal friends page seems to elicit.
So what have I got to say? Erm, not a huge amount in this post as it is just a "hello", but do take a look at my flickr photos.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Education

This got me thinking about education. Why do we insist on forcing everybody to do the same curriculum? Why do we kid ourselves that everybody is academic? Taking English as an example, I can understand why the less academic people would be bored in a standard English class - it is boring and unengaging, and has no relevance to everyday life, or the future. What does somebody who has their eyes set upon being an electrician for example, care about Dickens? Surely he would appreciate much more being taught how to understand important pieces of information that he will encounter in his life and work, and how to fill in forms properly etc.

Similarly, and this is a point that has annoyed me for years and that I briefly mentioned at dinner at Maggi's on Friday night: why are children forced to 'learn' woodwork and metalwork? Surely there are much more useful skills that our schools' technology departments could be teaching our children: changing a tyre, car maintenance, building flat-pack furniture, how central heating works, how to change a bulb or a fuse safely etc. We should be preparing our children to cope with real modern life, not kid ourselves that it is still the 1950s and that boys should learn how to hammer some metal just because it's what has been done since time immemorial.

Maggi was telling us how she loved Food Technology when she was at school: she learned the science of cooking almost, so she understands why a cake rises, and how the ingredients interact and so on. This would be great to know! As would real advice about how to check that food is cooked properly, how to avoid food poisoning, hygeine, how to thaw food properly etc. All that us eighties-born children who were also at dinner could remember, was being told to make pizza by following a recipe and concentrating most on making the topping look pretty: an ugly pizza would get lower marks. How ridiculous!

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Dawkins on religion...

He describes his astonishment that, at the start of the 21st century, religious faith is gaining ground in the face of rational, scientific truth. Science, based on scepticism, investigation and evidence, must continuously test its own concepts and claims. Faith, by definition, defies evidence: it is untested and unshakeable, and is therefore in direct contradiction with science.

In addition, though religions preach morality, peace and hope, in fact, says Dawkins, they bring intolerance, violence and destruction. The growth of extreme fundamentalism in so many religions across the world not only endangers humanity but, he argues, is in conflict with the trend over thousands of years of history for humanity to progress – to become more enlightened and more tolerant.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

how queer...

no idea why there are no appostrophes in that Escort post...they're there on the original word file.
 

Review of my fist car, Ford Escort 1996

Thought I'd publish this somewhere. I'm in the process of writing a similar review of my second car.

 

Make: Ford

Model: Escort

Trim: Encore

Engine Size: 1299cc

Fuel: Petrol (Unleaded)

Colour: Diamond White

Year: 1996

Date Bought: 10th February 2002

Recorded Mileage at Purchase: 52346

Date Sold: 22nd February 2003

 

First Impressions:

When we went to the garage, I didn’t spot the car at first. I remember looking at a Fiesta mk4, in purple, but it had done astronomical miles. Just as I was about to give up, I saw the back of a white escort. Knowing a bit about cars, I could tell straight away that it was a mk7 because of the placing of the ford badge on the back, as well as the registration letter. I realised that it looked basic, so I went round the front to check the price: I couldn’t believe my eyes! It was only £1995! I was very excited, so we asked for the keys. We sat in the car, and it felt really big. We weren’t sure if it had power steering though. So we came back the next day, and took it for a test drive. The exhaust rattled, but that was probably because there were 3 of us in the back. We bought it there and then!

            In general, it is quite a good looking car. The exterior has much improved styling over the old mk5 and 6 Escorts, especially at the back. It seems like Ford finally got it right the third time round. The only downside, apart obviously from being white, is that it has grey/black bumpers. Although these worked well on mk5 and 6 escorts, they look out of place here, as they form the actual shape of the front of the car, and I feel that from a distance they chop the front of the car in half. In general, the outside is much more modern and curvy than previously, particularly with the rounded headlights and grille, rounded door handles, and styled door mirrors. The addition of plastic side scuff panels are also useful. The bodywork was mostly OK, apart from a few tiny rust spots on the boot lid, which I later patched up. A final word: at a certain angle, looking at the car from the front down the side, I do feel that the car looks particularly boat-like - mk5-7 Escort hatches have a tendency for this, as the rear quarter window seems to curve inwards too sharply.

The interior, however, is particularly pleasing. Improved leaps and bounds over the previous legolike fascia, doors and seats, we have a curvy, sophisticated and modern design. The fascia is a pleasant blue, with no sharp edges at all. I am particularly impressed by the black inset. The steering wheel has also finally been designed, unlike the previous model’s airbag cover which seemed to be a big plastic lump. The door trim is also much improved, with curved door handles, comfortable armrests, and squashy plastic on the top. Speakers are integrated into the front door handles, which is a nice touch. The seats have also skyrocketed in quality, feel and look. Instead of cheap looking lilac foam, we have moulded dark green/grey velour. There are also side supports on the seats. The back seats are trimmed in the same material, but are not quite as comfortable, being so thin and hard.

 

Instruments and Controls.

The Escort’s controls are mostly large and easy to use. The accelerator, clutch and brake are nicely spaced out and well sized, although the clutch is probably a little too high meaning that the driver has to lift his foot rather excessively to operate it. Indicators are easy to use, and the non-direction specific indicator flasher on the instrument panel is not the disadvantage I thought it would be. The indicator stalks do make a rather high-pitched plasticky click though, which I do not like. The light controls are also on the same stalk, with a really simple turning switch to change from sidelights to main beam. However, I do find the push-pull action of the lever to change from main to dipped rather strange – I much rather the pull-pull type. Also, the rear fog light switch, although large and clear, seems to be away from the driver’s view, so it’s easy to not notice that the switch is on. Wipers are on the right stalk, and are quite simple to use, although I do confuse front and back washers sometimes. Hazard lights are placed rather awkwardly, as you have to reach through the steering wheel to get at the button. The heated rear window button is big and clear. Heater controls are also really easy to use, they need no explanation. They also illuminate when the lights are switched on. It warms up very quickly too on the move, should you require it. The ventilation system is also quite good, although fan setting 2 or higher are a bit loud, meaning that I am forced to choose between suffocating or deafening. One complaint as a driver, is that the right vent is continually obstructed by the steering wheel, rendering it basically useless. The analogue clock, although classy looking, is no good for me as it takes far too much time to read it in comparison to a digital display, which could compromise safety. The standard Ford radio cassette player, although basic, is very good indeed. It is very logically laid out, illuminates softly at night, and many of the controls such as volume are easily operated by touch alone. Radio reception is very good. The tape player is also very flattering to tapes, producing a good clear sound. The car has manual windows which are very labour intensive, and also require some crouching in order to reach the handle. There is a decent roof mounted interior lamp, that is operated by either front door, but it doesn’t have a boot light, which is actually quite annoying in the dark. The instrument cluster is good, except that this basic model lacks a rev-counter (which may well be a good thing—I’d rather not know how many revs I get up to trying to get the thing to move!)

 

Driving.

Driving the Escort is really quite straightforward. Starting the car makes a slightly ancient sound, but that’s soon over. First gear is easy to engage, and the bite is easy to judge. Second gear has decent acceleration, and the gearchange is very nice, it’s kind of mushy and has a long travel, which I much prefer to a closer box such as a Peugeot 206. Third gear really makes the engine shut up, and stop sounding like such a sewing machine. It is used mostly for cruising at 30 mph, and also to change down occasionally on a hill where fourth begins to die. It is used even more frequently when the car has a full complement of passengers - fourth just doesn’t pull hard enough to get the thing moving. The only thing is that the acceleration from about 25-40 is very sluggish in third, especially when going around a large dual carriageway roundabout, it feels like I should have changed down to second rather than third before going round, so that I can have the pull when leaving. Fourth is good, and very versatile, while fifth is quite fun to engage as it takes a nice L shape movement. There is almost no acceleration in fifth, it takes hours to get from 60 to 70, and trying to accelerate up a hill is a joke. Reverse gear has a frequent habit of not engaging properly at the first attempt, but once there it’s great - it also, strangely, seems to make the steering lighter than it is when going forward. Rear visibility is OK, but I find it hard to judge parking bay lines as the mirrors are probably a bit too small to get around the bulbous doors to see directly vertically downwards. Forward visibility is faultless. The steering is not as heavy as it could be, which is good, but dry steering from lock to lock is a particularly strenuous physical activity and takes hundreds of turns of the wheel. The only time it is a big disadvantage is when needing to leave a junction quickly to turn right, it requires so much lightning fast arm-twirling that I can hardly believe that I can do it! The brakes are very predictable, with lots of feel in the pedal. The clutch is a bit heavy if situations require lots of gear changes, and as I said before it’s a little too high. The clutch then brings me along to the problem of the driving position. Because it is so high, there is no room to put your clutch foot when not in use. I can’t put it under (too dangerous if it’s needed quickly) or to the side (not enough room and no footrest), and putting it in front is excruciatingly painful in my knee as it seems to twist. So I have to sit a notch farther back than I would like, so that my foot has enough space to lay parallel to my leg. It does eliminate the pain, and also the annoyance of having my knee hitting the gearstick when in fifth when I was closer. Being farther, I do find the seat a little bit too low, which in turn makes the steering wheel a bit too high, but it’s not really that much of a gripe.

 

Space and Storage.

The main problem with cabin storage is that it’s all made of hard, uninsulated plastic, which is very prone to rattles with contents. You can hear tapes crashing around in the glovebox. This brings me on to the tape holder, which only actually holds two horizontal tapes on these mk7 escorts, whereas previously there was a nice vertical rack with room for about 6. This is due to an increase in radio space, to accommodate Ford’s newer, bigger audio units that are supplied with less basic models. The front door bins, if full of tall stuff, do get in the way of the window winders. There are no nets on the back of the front seats, which is mean. There is though a really useful cut-out shape, which gives rear passengers much more legroom. There is a rear ashtray. The front ashtray is good as it has lots of room to hold small change out of prying eyes (the actual coin holder near the gearstick is a good idea albeit pathetic as it holds only four coins in plain view) and it also hides the power socket/lighter, which is safer for children. The glovebox lid has two cup-holders, but is pointless for tall cups as they would hit the fascia. There is lots of room once the rear seat has been folded down, and parcel shelf removed. It is actually easier to get bikes into it than it is into a Volvo estate, because the hatchback is diagonal. I particularly like the two rear seatbelt storage clips that keep them away from harm when the seats are folded down, and an honourable mention should be given to the clever rear seat-mounted belt buckle holders, that keep the back seat very tidy.

 

Fuel, Servicing and Under the Bonnet.

Fuel economy on the 1.3 is excellent, but strangely I feel that the car performs better with the petrol tank greater than half full. I really like the constant readout fuel gauge. The car passed its MOT in February 2003 with no trouble. Under the bonnet is not  particularly pleasant to view, as an ancient looking green engine sits in the middle with lots of pipes and wires coming out of it, which doesn’t really inspire confidence. Also there is a huge amount of null space around the engine meaning that you can see right through to the road’s surface. The battery is placed in an insane position - under the windscreen near the scuttle panel, so its nearly impossible to get at it.

 

Faults.

Where do I begin! The first day that I came to drive it after it sat on our drive for 2 months, it wouldn’t start, so we jump-started it. We fitted a new battery too. This lasted a while until the car ran out of power going up a hill in Penmynydd and we had to walk back home. So the garage came to pick it up. They said it was a problem in the fan-belt and apparently fixed it, but alas it broke down again twice. In the end, my Uncle diagnosed the problem as a faulty alternator, which was replaced, and there have been no similar problems since.

Another fault is that the exhaust pipe came loose and fell off as I was going up a hill. It was retrieved and a new one fitted. Also, I had to have a new ignition barrel fitted by Ford, as I could feel the key slipping in the old one, and I was afraid that one day it would give up completely and I would be stuck!

 

Conclusion.

In conclusion, the mk7 Escort is a very good car. It is comfortable, it has a nice shape, a large boot, and is quite nice to drive. It is also vastly improved over its predecessors. However I believe that it always leaves you feeling slightly unfulfilled, that you know you could buy better - a feeling almost that you’ve bought something second rate. The thin rear seats, primitive looking boot and engine, hard plastic fascia, and the ceramic-sounding starter motor all contribute to this feeling. In my opinion, it is just a car - it’s lack of gadgets and rather empty sounding doors seem to rob it of a soul. Other more modern cars feel complete and alive: for example opening the rear doors on my mother’s Volvo V70 activates the courtesy light, and a little warning light comes on the dashboard. Small touches I know, but they contribute to a feeling that the car’s components stretch further back than just to the fascia, and that you are entering a safe cocoon that is constantly working to protect you. The Escort feels more like a big empty box glued on to an engine in the front - it’s just not alive, it’s not really a proper car.

            Don’t get me wrong: as a cheap but modern and safe first car it is fantastic - a world apart from those awful little Fiestas and Novas - but in the real world as a proper family car, I feel that it would almost certainly fall short due mainly to the constant underlying feeling of low quality that comes with it. Ford’s recent success with its quality-oozing Focus replacement clearly illustrates that the buying public want something better, and I believe that Ford is finally listening and moving up from its budget, working-class roots to being a far more accepted brand in today’s image-conscious motoring market.

 

Farwell.

Upon hearing that my mother’s old Volvo 440 was up for sale, I decided that it was time for my Escort to go. I placed an advert in the Bangor & Anglesey Mail, and a couple from Caernarfon came round to view it. I was a little nervous, but they seemed to like it and offered £1200 to take it there and then. Although it was £200 below my asking price, I decided to take it, particularly since they discovered that the exhaust was a little loose near the engine. I emptied the car, and she drove it away. Very sad, but for the best I believed. My feeling was that I had successfully owned a Ford for a year - a make of car that was rather alien to me - and that it was time to move on to greater things.

            I bought the 440 a week later, and never did receive another offer for the Escort.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Funny

from Nick:
 
And in the early days of the treaty of Rome the ECJ looked at the jurisdiction it had taken and saw that it was good.

And lo it began to develop and to dominate all manner of areas. Thus a great commotion came to the member states and they were afraid. “Hark” said the member states, “We have given you this authority and tho shall not use it in such way”.

The ECJ was angry, and a so it began a great smiting. All manner of remedies did spring forth and the member states cowered away in fear.

And the ECJ looked at the remedies it had created and the jurisdiction it had taken and it saw that it was good.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

NCIS

Just watched 2 new episodes of navy crap. Soooo cool. They had a new car - a Dodge Charger, which was actually shaggable, it was so sexy. growl growl.