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Just back from California…

I WOULD BE SURE to wear flowers in my hair, if I had the latter… ♥

With Tom Foremski, at IDF

ARM objects to picture of Tudor on Intel book review

HAD A SNOTTOGRAM from ARM US PRs just because I put a headshot of Tudor Brown on the book review what I wrote yesterday – and which you can  find here. Take it down, she the lass Grabowski said, take it down! Has ARM no sense of ♥ humour? Discuss. Or don’t.

Isis feeds, dances company including Mad Mike

LAST NIGHT we went to a dinner between 41st and 42nd Avenues, where a company of souls gathered to say goodbye to Sam Webster. Sam is going to Bristol University in October and temporarily leaving the Bay Area.

The venue was pretty astonishing really – an Egyptian restaurant called Al-Masri, and decked out with Ancient Egyptian motifs.  That included an Isis Room, with space for 12 to eat and gaze at pictures of Isis, like this one below.

The food was great – served by a young lady who called herself Isis. Isis later danced for the company and Sam was crowned with a pharaoh’s headgear and given two staffs to cross to boot. What fun!  Yesterday was also the first day of Ganesh Chaturthi, celebrated with great festivities in Mumbai and Maharashtra. ♥

Hill and Knowlton screw up@Hackenflacks awards

THE FLACKENHACK awards are some sort of PR gig where the booze runs out early.

I’ve been to one. Lest you have any doubts about this, PRs, generally speaking, despise journalists. Mike Hardwidge didn’t, and Bill Moores doesn’t, but they are totally exceptional.

At an Intel Developer Forum a few years back, my son was standing near the front of the piano bar when one Dan Snyder walked in. My son was then a hack but Dear Dan didn’t know that.

The minute he walked in and saw me, he said “f***** Mike Magee, f***** Mike Magee.”

Tazz is a bit of a rebel. Heck he’s doing PR these days. So when he went to the Flackenhack Awards the other day, he bumped into a spinner from Hill & Knowlton,  a spinner for the Intel Corporation, and asked him what he thought of Mike Magee.

“He’s a f***** t***”, said the spinner. Why’s that, asked my son, faux innocently. “He totally screwed us at the Intel Developer Forum,” said the H&K guy. “He’s my dad,” said Tazz.

Funny how things come around in the end, eh?  Heck. ♥

Would my bum look big in this?

I BOUGHT – yeah bought an Intel t-shirt while I was at the Intel Developer Forum last week.

Because bum doesn’t have the same meaning in the USA as it does in the UK. Bum here means arse here and ass there. Bum also means street bums.  So I was with Rupert Goodwins and he suggested we buy loads of the t-shirts and give them out to the various bums on the street to wear.

Still, at this price tag, maybe we’d be better off organising a shelter or something. Of course with this particular “bum”, Intel is signifying its rather famous jingle, which you can hear here, if you want to.

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum bum, bum

Those Intel Developer Forum snaps we dare not show

THERE ARE ALWAYS unexpected things happening at the Intel Developer Forum. But on their own they’re not always newsworthy.


We don’t know who owns the shoes. But we know where he got his shoes. On the pavement.


Spotted just outside Annabelle’s, opposite the Marriott.


Worried about swine flu? Some people obviously were and so Intel provided a way of cleaning your hands before you went in.

Oh, and I’ve just been over to the Rose & Crown@North Parade. One of the regulars said: “Enjoy San Francisco?” I said yeah. He said: “It’s just that Ravi was there and the first bar he was in he spotted you at the other end.”

There was a big cardiovascular event going on in San Francisco – around 15,000 people attended. We guess Ravi was at that one, rather than the Intel gig. We’ll find out.  [We found out, he was. The bar was the Marriott bar. He said: “You were with Intel”. Well, in a way, yeah.]

Oh, and a shot of part of our hotel room. Yes, we certainly live a wonderful life. ♥


Fallen, fallen is Babylon

SHE WHO has made all the nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication. Come out of her my people says the Lord – that you may not participate in her sins and that you may not receive of her plagues.


Today I saw a Punjabi car

I’D never seen a Punjabi car, but I did today – just in the parking area of the Marriott San Francisco*, that testament to the wickedness of window cleaners.

The word Punjab – the state in India –  comes from two words meaning five rivers – panch or pancha (Skt) being the number five and giving rise to our own word for a bunch of fives – punch.

Shouldn’t the owner of this vehicle do something about the wheel nuts that have gone missing on this super duper car?


* I hear my reader ask why the Marriott San Francisco is a testament to the wickedness of window cleaners. Well, because it has a super viewing area on the top floor but the windows don’t seem to get cleaned that often. They’re grubby. I guess I wouldn’t want the job of climbing to the top with my chamois leather, but the Marriott Group should maybe have thought of that before they built the glass tower.

** See Also – Bangalore is a crazy drive.

Bugger Bognor: George V

WHILE I’M in San Francisco I am staying part of the time at the strangely titled George V Hotel in Mason.

George V was a freemason, AFAIK a 33° mason, but I can’t spot any sign of the floor being made of black and white tiles and the only aprons I can spot seem to be worn by the maids. But he’s not listed on this page, unlike his daddy Edward VI, and his son Edward VIII, so maybe that’s apocryphal – like Bugger Bognor.

This George, according to Whackypedia anyway, was famous for shooting things including tigers and well, just about anything that moved.

He also collected stamps – big time.

He’s also famous for his apocryphal last words – apparently when he was ill and was told he would be soon well enough to visit Bognor Regis again, he said “Bugger Bognor”.

The hotel named after him in San Francisco  is called King George and was opened in 1914. Why, we don’t know, except that he was the reigning British monarch at that time.

Another famous George, of course was George III – who seemed to let the United States slip through his fingers.  George II defeated the forces of Bonnie Prince Charlie at Culloden and is not fondly remembered north of the border, by many.

What a load of Georges! And what a sprinkling of Edwards! The Hanoverian dynasty in the time of George V and during the First World War changed its Germanic name  to Windsor.

According to Britannica, King George V was distinguished by no exercise of social gifts, by no personal magnetism, by no intellectual powers. He lacked intellectual curiosity and only later in life acquired some measure of artistic tastes. “He was, in other words, exactly like most of his subjects.”

Here’s a view from my room in the King George hotel. Not much to see here either.


Travelling again. Travailling

IN LITTLE MORE than a week’s time I will, thanks to the good sorts at the US Embassy in Grosvenor Square, be back in the United States of America.

I’ll be in San Francisco. The days of me flying around the world all the time are gone. Last year in India almost finished me, once and for all, and circumnavigating the globe at 35,000 feet was interesting, but I think just a once in a lifetime experience. I hadn’t realised the Pacific Ocean was so big!

I’m looking forward to being in San Fran again. It’s so changeable!