#oneaday Day 648: Kim Bab Keyboard

I've been doing this wrong all this time. I'm on my umpteenth monthly visit to the office, blogging from a hotel room, and somehow it has only just occurred to me that you can, in fact, plug a keyboard into a phone and type on that rather than using the touchscreen. Altogether a much more pleasant experience, and much more conducive to actually writing something of substance.

Of course, I cannot actually promise that anything following will actually be of substance, but at least I won't be complaining about how much I don't like typing on my phone, because right now I'm typing on my nice keyboard.

I don't really know why this has never occurred to me before. I think at least part of it is down to the fact that plugging a keyboard into a device that is considerably smaller than the input device always felt… "extravagant" somehow, to an unnecessary degree. But I guess it's not that strange. On a trip up to the Edinburgh Fringe with the university Theatre Group (many years ago at this point), I purchased a portable wireless keyboard to use with my Palm handheld, and that was perfectly acceptable to me. So, since I have my keyboard in my bag anyway because I'm bringing my computer to work, I figured I might as well use it for this.

So what have I got to report today, other than the usual long drive down some of the worst roads in the country? (The M25 sucks, as has been well-established on these very pages on numerous occasions, but the A1 is full of potholes now, too.) Well, I decided for my food this evening I'd do something a bit different; rather than loading up on a big bag of portable junk from the nearby Morrisons, I thought I'd try a local Korean place that I've walked past many times and been intrigued by, but never actually given a go.

So I decided to give it a go — and this was, it seems, a very good idea, because the food was delicious. I don't know Korean cuisine particularly well, but the lady behind the counter was extremely helpful, even going so far to ask me if I'd ever eaten the food they had on offer before, and offering me some suggestions and recommendations accordingly. I eventually plumped for Korean chicken kim bab (I think that's spelled right), which is essentially Korean sushi rolls.

This is what they look like:

They were delicious! As well as the Korean fried chicken with a delicious sweet but spicy sauce, there also appeared to be some combination of cucumber, cabbage, carrot and (I think) white daikon radish. And, thankfully, no onion or onion-adjacent stuff. I've found that Korean food doesn't seem to have a lot of onion in it, unlike cuisine from some other areas of east Asia, so I'm absolutely fine with that.

So yeah. That was a good decision, and I will be going there again — perhaps to try something a bit more adventurous next time. It was definitely a substantial, satisfying meal, and at £9 for a generous portion it wasn't excessively expensive either. Sure, it's more than a supermarket sandwich, but it was also several orders of magnitude more tasty. And probably not terrible for you, either.

So that was a nice discovery, and has put me in a relatively pleasant mood for the remainder of the evening. Now I'm just killing time in my room until it's time to sleep, then we have a Big Exciting Meeting (that I've been reassured doesn't mean anything Bad) tomorrow, and the boss is taking us all out to lunch, which will be nice. I know I complain a lot about having to do this monthly visit, but honestly, it's nice to actually see everyone semi-regularly, and if we get treated to something tasty, so much the better.

On that note, then, I think I'm going to spend an hour or two playing some Activision games on Evercade, then hopefully get a good night's sleep for what should be a busy but rewarding day tomorrow. Have a pleasant evening!

#oneaday Day 620: It's that time again

Yep, it's that time when I come at you live from a hotel room in sunny and fragrant Letchworth, ready and waiting for an invigorating day in the office tomorrow.

It took me over four fucking hours to get here today due to traffic on the sodding M25, but I did at least have some entertaining listening material in the form of a couple of Fun Factor podcast episodes that I hadn't yet gotten around to. And I've said it before, and will probably say it again, but this show is a great listen for anyone who, like me, grew up with video game magazines in the '80s and '90s.

I had a Taco Bell on the way down, though, so that was nice. Taco Bell in this country doesn't generally make one want to shit one's pants, and it's a nice change from the usual service station fare. I have also got a bag of freeze-dried sweets, because I saw them in Morrisons and was curious. They're quite nice, but also a bit like eating polystyrene. I don't dislike the experience, but I probably won't be in a hurry to get another bag.

I have brought a companion with me this time. This is Geoff:

Geoff was hastily hand-made for me by my wife after I got her a Valentine's Day gift and she had forgotten what date it was. (I wasn't mad, I wasn't expecting anything in return — I just like buying gifts!) When I say hastily, I mean it — she bashed him out in just a couple of hours, which is seriously impressive, and she is a wonderful person I am lucky to have in my life.

Why Geoff? Because Andie thought his mouth looks like a moustache, and from that I thought he looked like our head of sixth form, Mr Watts, whose first name was Geoff. So he's Geoff.

Anyway, that's about all for today because I'm typing on my phone and I hate doing that. So that's all you get for now. Have a lovely evening!

#oneaday Day 529: A different hotel

It's time for my monthly visit to the office, though this time things have been a little bit different for various reasons — not least of which is the fact that I'm staying in an unfamiliar hotel, as my usual place was full. This new place seems nice, if charmingly dated, though it is twice the price of my usual place. It's all getting expensed though, so no problem.

I actually have tomorrow off, which will be nice, as it's Andie's birthday and I won't have to brave the M25 in the middle of rush hour.

Today I elected to listen to some "criminal records" on the journey, because I just felt like it for some reason. My cheese of choice was Louise (Redknapp, nee Nurding), a fairly disposable pop singer that I primarily bought two albums for because I fancied her. Also I ended up quite enjoying them both, particularly the second, Woman In Me.

I was interested to discover that Louise had done some more albums after the two I was familiar with — including one from around 2000, and another that is quite recent. I actually really like what I've heard of the 2000 album, Elbow Beach, so far, but I haven't yet listened to the latest. I think that will be the accompaniment to my drive home tomorrow.

I've always had a soft spot for cheesy, disposable pop music, particularly from the mid to late '90s, because it's tuneful, it's catchy, it's uncomplicated and it plays well as background music you don't have to concentrate on too hard. As a teen, I did the majority of my music listening while doing homework in my bedroom, so it's always been a good accompaniment for doing anything that might be a bit tedious or repetitive — hence why I'm enjoying it so much as a soundtrack for driving.

It's also nice to be of an age where you don't have to make any apologies for what you listen to. I'm sure some of you are silently judging me for having owned two Louise albums in the past (my CD collection went to Music Magpie a long time ago though) but I don't care. Silly fluff it may be, but there's a place for silly fluff, particularly in a world that feels increasingly devoid of joy in the current moment.

Anyway, I'm typing this on my phone and getting annoyed at autocorrect, so I'm going to leave that there. I am looking forward to a nice sleep in this comfy bed, and then a leisurely drive back with some cheesy pop blaring tomorrow.

Maybe they'll have released the Epstein files by tomorrow!

#oneaday Day 480: Post-hotel

Realised I forgot to write something last night. It is time for my monthly trip to the office, y'see, and as such I was spending the evening in a hotel. I was so caught up in watching Police Interceptors and then ProJared playing Zelda: The Wand of Gamelon that I completely forgot to blog. Oh well. Life goes on. I'm sure all none of you who thought "hang on, Pete didn't blog today" will get over the immeasurable disappointment.

But I am here now! It is lunchtime in the office, so I am banging something out before everyone else gets back from lunch. Today I have had a Meal Deal from Boots. It was adequate, though I am pleased to see that you can get those Walkers Extra Flamin' Hot crisps in an individual bag now rather than having to use willpower not to eat an entire big bag in one go. Diet is mostly on pause for the time while I'm away — back to normality once I get home this evening.

We were discussing plans for next year in the office this morning. Lots of exciting things on the way — and for once we're well ahead of schedule on getting a bunch of them ready, too. It's going to be interesting to see how some folks react to the things we have on the way — I think a fair few people are going to be very pleasantly surprised at what we have coming!

Anyway, people are starting to filter back into the office now, so I guess lunch break is over. There's only so long I can type away at this before people wonder what I'm doing, plus I have some meetings scheduled for this afternoon. And so, on that half-hearted note, that is that for now. I will be back this evening to catch up properly!

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#oneaday Day 361: Hotel Echo Lima Papa

I don't really need help. I just couldn't think of a heading that I hadn't already used to say that yes, it is monthly hotel visit time again, as I am down to go into The Office for miscellaneous shenanigans tomorrow. Excitingly, we have a new office now, albeit in the same building, and I have no idea where it is, so that will be fun to sort out tomorrow morning.

Annoyingly, the lift at the hotel I normally stay at is broken again (or possibly still broken from last time) so I had to trudge up the stairs with case in tow to get to my room, reminding me quite how unfit I really am. I'm not dead, though, which 8s good, and due to there being no single rooms available for this stay, I'm actually in a double room tonight, so lots of room to sprawl.

Even better, the room has a bath, so I had a nice bath earlier, and I didn't flood the room this time so I could actually enjoy it. So I'll let the hotel off for the fact its lift hasn't been working on my last two visits.

It's a horrible lift anyway. One of those pokey little ones that's basically the size of a cupboard, and claims to be able to house four people but can barely contain one, particularly if the occupant is a larger individual like me. But, still, when it works, it does mean you don't have to climb the stairs, so I've never been too mad at it.

Anyway, I'm off to relax a bit before sleep. I don't really know what's going on tomorrow, but hopefully it shouldn't be too stressful. Then there's the long drive home. Joy.

That's something for Tomorrow Pete to worry about though. For now, Tonight Pete is going to enjoy the last days of the Nintendo Switch ahead of the follow-up arriving on Thursday!

#oneaday Day 305: In the Attic

I am doing my monthly(ish) visit to the office, so you join me once again from a hotel room. This time around I have had mostly good luck: while I am technically stuffed into the "attic" on the third floor, my room is next to the lift and stairs and it has a bath.

So I had a bath. It's always nice to have a bath in a hotel, because their baths tend to be much bigger than ours. And as a large gentleman, it is nice to have a large bath to match. Even if I miscalculated, as I always do, the amount of water displacement my fat arse causes, leading to me semi-flooding the bathroom. I managed to mop most of it up with one of the towels, but the annoyance of that threatened to put something of a dampener (pun intended and not apologised for) on my evening.

I wasn't feeling great anyway. The drive down here was stressful. Occasionally I find myself… I don't know if "dissociating" is the right word, but I'm going to use it anyway. I feel sort of "detached" from myself, like I'm watching things going on but as if I'm sort of a step "back" from them. Then, inevitably, I become conscious of my dissociation, which inevitably occurs at an inconvenient time, such as when driving, and that freaks me out and makes me stressed. So I end up in a bit of a cycle.

Still, I made it here safely, accompanied by the second episode of the Fun Factor Podcast, which I can highly recommend if you're as interested in classic video game magazines as I am. This time around they take a look at a magazine I'm not familiar with, not being from North America, but a lot of the stuff discussed was familiar — including the full postal addresses of actual children being published in a continent-wide magazine and no-one seeming to think that might be a bit of a dodgy idea.

Anyway, I'm here now, I've eaten Hotel Snacks and now I'm ready to just sit and vegetate a bit before going to sleep. The usual Police Interceptors garbage is on TV and I have some video games and ebooks with me, so I think I can safely stave off any further stress or dissociation with either or both of those.

Oh, I did finish a book last night, but I want to talk about it a fair bit and there ain't no way I'm going to battle my phone's keyboard to do that right now. So perhaps tomorrow (and tomorrow, and tomorrow)…

#oneaday Day 263: Room service

It is, if you will pardon my deliberate misuse of a term typically used to mean something else, that time of the month again: the time when I get to drive two and a half hours from my home, hole up in a hotel for the evening and then go in to the office tomorrow.

The hotel I normally stay at, known as The Broadway, is quite nice. The rooms are pleasant and the beds are comfortable. My only real objection is that its bathrooms are very inconsistent. Sometimes I'll get a room with a lovely big bath, which it is a delight to luxuriate in after that long drive. And at others, you'll get ones like the one I have this time, featuring a shower cubicle far too small for a human being (let alone a larger gentleman such as myself) and a toilet placed in such a way that you have to lean around the toilet paper dispenser to be able to sit down and do a poo.

Oh, and they use those horrible office-style single sheet toilet roll dispensers, too. I have taken to bringing my own proper toilet roll rather than spend my poos here scrabbling away at sheets of toilet paper far too thin to have any practical purpose whatsoever.

The one thing I will particularly compliment the Broadway on is its food. In the morning, you get a lovely breakfast included, and it's much better than what you'd get in something like a Travelodge or Premier Inn, in that someone cooks it for you to order rather than batch cooking everything and leaving it to congeal under heat lamps.

I hadn't had dinner here before, so I thought I'd treat myself this evening, and it was excellent. I had a full rack of ribs followed by a chocolate sundae, and both were delicious as well as being generous portions. Bad for the diet, of course, but these trips away always mess with any good intentions to eat healthily, anyway. Back on track when I get home tomorrow.

Tomorrow's session at work promises to be interesting. Rather than just a regular day at the office, we're having a day of brainstorming product ideas, so I'm intrigued to see exactly how ambitious the organisers think we should be. I obviously won't be able to tell you anything that is decided or discussed tomorrow, but I have some fun ideas that it will hopefully be enjoyable to brainstorm a bit.

And with that in mind, it's probably time to get some sleep. So I'm off to do just that.

2457: Time Away

Andie and I have spent a couple of days in Bournemouth, not for any particular reason, just to "get away" from it all. I won't speak for Andie, but certainly in my case, it was much needed.

I've been wracked with stress and anxiety of months now, largely due to relentless feelings of inadequacy, worthlessness and uselessness due to the seemingly never-ending job hunt. I've described these feelings before, but they bear repeating: I know I have so much to offer the world, and it's inordinately frustrating that it seems nigh impossible to convince the people who hold the pursestrings of that fact.

All that said, just before we left on Monday morning, I was contacted by a recruitment consultant for a job that I feel I can do, and I also put in an application for another job that I felt quite confident about. I'm not going to get my hopes up too much for either of them, but, well, they're something at least, which is in stark contrast to the fat lot of nothing I've heard from a variety of employers for the last few months.

The time away has been nice, though it's made me realise quite how much I carry stress in my body as well as my mind. Today in particular, I've just been absolutely exhausted, and all I've wanted to do is sleep. Quite a lot of today has been taken up with napping, to be perfectly honest, but it's been nice; Andie could evidently do with a break, too, so it's been thoroughly pleasant to be somewhere that we can just rest without having to worry about anything that we were supposed to be doing. Our only commitments each day have been getting up in time for breakfast, and getting somewhere in time for dinner service.

The hotel we're staying at is really nice. It's got a very 1950s Art Deco feel about it — including the stereotypical Art Deco font — but it doesn't feel "old" at all. It's in good condition and clearly very modern, but the overall aesthetic of it is clearly inspired by Art Deco.

There's a poncey restaurant here, too; on our first day, we were fortunate enough to win a £25 voucher for it, so we had dinner there last night. The restaurant, I feel, struck a good balance between the "modern cooking" that I find so unsatisfying and providing actually flavoursome, generous portions of good food. I had some scallops for a starter, an excellent burger for a main and possibly the best trifle I've ever had, ever for dessert. (The custard clearly had cream in it, there was a big dollop of clotted cream on top and there were plenty of strawberries throughout.)

Tonight, meanwhile, we went to the hotel next door for dinner; as well as a fancy restaurant, they have a pub, so we enjoyed some hearty traditional British pub food. Even that was really good, though; I had a macaroni cheese that clearly had actual proper cheese in it rather than being a microwave jobby.

Back home tomorrow, and while I'm not sure I'd say I'm revitalised and refreshed — I still feel pretty tired — I do feel a little more inclined to face the challenges ahead. One day at a time, I guess.

1743: Sleepless in Perth

Page_1 Andie and I are having a few nights away from home as we head up to Scotland (and back) for my friend Cat's wedding. Cat lives in Aberdeen, so it's quite a trek from the south coast, but we've made very good progress today — we got up to Perth by mid-afternoon, leaving us just a couple of hours' drive to do to get to Aberdeen tomorrow.

Tonight we're staying in a Premier Inn in Perth. I'd always assumed that Premier Inns were cheap-and-cheerful affairs on a similar level to Travelodge's grotty-but-convenient charms, but I've actually been very impressed so far. The room is really nice — the bed is big (if surprisingly high off the floor), there's a chaise-longue for reclining on (or for allowing a third person to sleep in the room, should that become necessary), the TV is a nice big Samsung HDTV (and even has extra HDMI, composite, audio and USB inputs built into the wall so you can connect your own devices) and the bathroom is pleasantly shiny, albeit somewhat short on pinchable cosmetic goods and sporting a public toilet-style sheet-by-sheet bog roll dispenser rather than regular toilet rolls.

The restaurant is dubbed Thyme and is open to members of the public who aren't staying in the hotel. Normally I'd question whether or not anyone would ever want to come to a hotel restaurant if they aren't staying in the hotel, but after most of a day's worth of driving, Andie and I decided we didn't really want to go out in search of dinner, so we went to give it a go — and, you know what? It was actually really, really good. Like, surprisingly so; it wasn't what I'd call "cheap" but it also wasn't extortionate hotel prices and, more importantly, it was actually excellent quality food: Andie had a frighteningly gigantic burger while I had, I think, the best rack of ribs I've ever had. Not bad for a chain restaurant in a cheapo chain hotel.

It's almost a shame we don't have more time to spend just relaxing here, though thankfully we did arrive early enough to be able to just chill out for a few hours without feeling like we immediately need to go to bed. It's always nice to get away from the daily grind and have a bit of a change of scenery now and then, even if you're not really doing anything specific while you're away from home.

Of course, tomorrow we are doing something specific — we're celebrating my friend's marriage after a couple of hours' driving — but for tonight, at least, we can just relax and enjoy that holiday-esque feeling of being far away from home in a comfortable room in a strange city. So I'm off to go and do just that, and try not to think about the exceedingly long drive back we have waiting for us on Tuesday!

1065: The Third

Pete slumped down into the chair in front of the hotel room desk and began to type.

"It has been a long day," he wrote. It had been a long day, but not quite in the way he had anticipated when he woke up this morning. He was expecting a day of jury service followed by a bit of heavy lifting as he attempted to clear out the rest of his now-former residence in Chippenham, Wiltshire. Instead, what he got was a whole lot of sitting around in the courthouse until lunchtime before being apologetically told by the judge that the jury were being let go due to the fact that the trial they were sitting on had to be abandoned.

Pete paused, considering whether he should share further details of the trial in question now that he was technically allowed to, but that he wasn't supposed to "publicise" it due to the fact it would be restarting with a new jury at some point in the future. He eventually decided against explicit details, and instead invited his readers to have a chat with him if they wanted to know the dirt. It was a moderately interesting case, after all, and it had left him with something of an interest in the law. He resolved to check whether or not Murder One was on Netflix when he finally got "proper Internet" back in his new place… and then hastily explained to his readers that the trial he was sitting on was not, in fact, a murder trial.

He let out a theatrical sigh and wondered what to write next. This hotel room wasn't the most interesting place in the world, but at least it was warm, vaguely comfortable and had a bed in it, which was more than could be said for the floor he had been sleeping on last week. A "high-tech hobo," he had called himself — essentially squatting in his own house due to the fact that pretty much all the furniture and other stuff had been moved out in preparation for his girlfriend Andie and him to start their new life in Southampton.

The weekend had been pleasant. The new flat was good, and a lot of stuff had already been unpacked and put in its place. His study still needed putting together, but the skeleton was there — bookshelves around the outside waiting for books and the music scores that had been boxed up for a while. He winced as he remembered how heavy the box that contained them was, and reminded himself to take extra boxes to repack them when he went to pick them up from Andie's mother's house.

"Wait a minute," he said out loud, pausing the frantic clacking of his fingers on the laptop keyboard for a moment. "Why the hell am I writing this in the third person?"

No answer was forthcoming, for the room was otherwise devoid of life.

"I really, really need some sleep," he said to himself, clicking the Publish button and flicking on the hotel's painfully slow little kettle for a pre-bed drink.