Written by Dom Reid
Thursday, October 27th, 2011
Tooting Bec Lido is situated in a South London park. It’s huge, is almost two Olympic length pools end to end (100 yards long) and the width of a normal swimming pool.
It’s also unheated.
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Tooting Bec Lido is situated in a South London park. It’s huge, is almost two Olympic length pools end to end (100 yards long) and the width of a normal swimming pool.
It’s also unheated.
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On my way to the airport from Roseville (how lovely Roseville sounds and it is, a leafy flowery suburb of Sydney) I stood on the train platform in the bright, breezy Autumn sun and watched the myna birds pivot on the track-side bushes, the cockatoos flap like rags, rosellas flash and spark in noisy conversation, the world was alight colour. It was at that moment that I realised I could make Australia my home. (more…)
I once hitched through Europe with an old friend. We saw a lot of roadsides on our way and arrived in Cadiz dustier than a couple of dingos, so I popped on the bunny smugglers and leaped into the sea to cool off. I looked around to see that my travel chum Alex had made a few friends, (more…)
After a good while spending more than I was earning I had to shut myself away for a while and DO SOME WORK. So I moved to a lovely wee town called Villarrica and found some cheap digs. (more…)
I have finally settled down in the chocolate box pretty little town of Colonia del Sacramento to do some work. I mean I am supposed to be working on the hoof, which apart from a (more…)
OK, it’s been a bit of a mission here at CyberGypsy towers to track down where Google (more…)
A number of years ago the powers that be in the UK telecoms business decided (more…)
Google voice UK has arrived – well, minus (more…)
I have managed to achieve my dream of earning my keep whilst on the move (more…)
Well this is turning out to be quite a widely anticipated tool (more…)
One of the more trying aspects of being a Cyber Gypsy (more…)
Most things take time to develop. (more…)
I was flagging from the jetlag so decided to have a quiet meal at the Yak restaurant of veggie mo mo with a Nepali thali. After this I took a walk around to see the bright lights of Kathmandu’s bustlin nightlife then headed back for an early night in my rooftop room at the Thamel Hotel. (more…)
Travelling and working is not a new thing, we used to have (more…)
It was around 12 years ago that I saw a Norwegian feller on the beach in Tioman with a laptop. When I asked him what he was doing, he told me he was connected to the web via a sat phone and that he was working.
I decided that if this woas work then I wanted to get involved, so I learned how to use computers and got busy.
I am now sitting on the same beach in Tioman, with my laptop connected to the internet and I’m not working too hard.
It feels like I have come full circle, back to the source.
I have a £50 Battery in my vaio and it is working fine. A SONY original 7200 mah original is £270, so for the change I could go on a week’s holiday to Spain, eat 150 kebabs or afford a few tickets to go see Tottenham Hotspurs play at white hart lane.
Sorted!
I’ll report back if my VAIO fries in hell, which is what SONY would have you believe would happen if you use a non standard battery. I reckon the risk of data loss from not having a working battery as a backup power supply is more worrying.
I have been hearing more and more rumours of WiFi networks in London. The square mile is supposed to be switched on soon, which would expand my office somewhat. Nobody knows who will pay for it, and it does not look as if it will be a free network like in Norwich, but it’s a start.
The question is what we’ll do when we have it. In zoo’s the animals often stay put when the cage doors are open, even alerting the zoo keepers to the fact because they feel insecure, so maybe we will take time to adjust to our new found freedom.
We’ll see.
The city of Norwich has become Britain’s largest open network. You can login within a 4km radius of county hall, which has a a “pre WiMax” 5.8GHz connection sitting on top. Gosh.
So, is Norwich a hotbed of Gypsy activity, with little tinkers tappety tapping away in the rural east of Britain?