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PINs and needles: Security fun!

Photo: The usual morning speed walk alongside the Basingstoke Canal, heading towards Woking town centre.

Today saw me back at work after a lovely long Easter weekend that saw me off work from last Thursday through to Tuesday.  I didn’t get up to much other than have the back garden tidied on the Thursday.

The poor old archway at the back of the garden had become rotten after all the rain and the wind.  Given that it’s been there for at least eight years, it’s done well to last this long.  It also meant the climber had to go as well, but to be honest, I’m not that sorry to see the back of it.  I now have an unobscured view of my whole back garden.  Hoorah.

The rest of the time was spent slouched in front of the gogglebox catching up with movies and TV via the Sky+HD box, Netflix and Amazon Instant Video.

Anyway, today saw me head back to work.  So it was that I flung on the exercise kit and off made off with big strides along the canal into Woking where I went to buy my train ticket for the forthcoming month.

Alas! Either I’m getting an early onset of dementia or the lack of decent exercise for the past month overheated my poor little old brain to the point where I forgot ALL my card PINs.  All of them.  I spent a good 10 minutes at Woking station trying to figure out what the PINs were for my credit and debit cards.    I always put my monthly ticket on the credit card and repay it as soon as I reach payday.

I gave up trying to remember the credit card numbers (and indeed, locked one of them out completely) and just bought a single one-way to Guildford just to get me there on time for the shuttle bus to work.

Thankfully I still remembered the debit card and got a one-way into Guildford.   From there I managed to use the iPad to retrieve the PINs from the respective credit card companies’ web sites (thank goodness they’ve moved out the era of dinosaurs and having to resend cards or PINs through the post) and buy my monthly train ticket.

Personally I can’t wait to start using biometric authentication instead of remembering 90 billion PINs and passwords.  We’re a very long way off from that becoming common practice, however.

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Somewhere over the rainbow..

.. there’s someone for me.

But at the moment I really don’t give a flying monkey’s.

(silence)

(Realises that people could misinterpret this post given the clever references to a certain 1939 film from MGM)

No, no, no. I have not turned.

Subtitle: “Why can’t we be friends?” (by that popular 70′s group, War)

But seriously, I’ve lost interest in the dating game.

From condescending rejection emails (with the usual “you’re a nice guy but” cliché) through to very last-minute cancellations (finding out that they’ve posted on Facebook that they’ve gone to the pub before they’ve spoken to you to explain what’s happened) and painful online email conversations that’s taken days or even weeks to get a reply.

I give up.

My experience over the past few months has convinced me that I should just sit back, relax, and enjoy being single. But at the same time I need to get myself out there and mingle, mingle, mingle.

I’m hoping to make new friends at the upcoming convention thingy. And that’s the key – making friends. The problem with dating is the pressure to find “chemistry” from the get go.

But providing you find a common ground there shouldn’t be any reason that just because you don’t fancy one another that you can’t still go out to the cinema, theatre, the odd meal, etc. The kind of things friends do. Dealing with any awkwardness from dating into friendship is the problem, perhaps.

And that’s the thing – by NOT using a dating site removes any chance, any possibility, that you’re looking for romance. You can meet people for the sake of meeting people and making friends.

(Had a dream once in which THAT scene from When Harry Met Sally was played in reverse, she looks on embarrassed as HE fakes an orgasm; a lady at the next table asks the passing waitress “I certainly don’t want what he’s having” before retching uncontrollably into her napkin)

So for now, goodbye dating sites.

I’m concentrating on all manner of improvement. Mainly self and home for now. And if I do start dating again, I want to take technology as much out the picture as possible.