2007 may have been another bad year for British sporting prowess (surely an oxymoron), but that’s not to say that we never win anything. We’re world leaders in lardiness and teenage pregnancy, for example. And now, here comes another shiny, CCTV-festooned trophy to add to our groaning national mantelpiece: the award for the lowest privacy ranking in the EU!
Two headlines caught my attention as I listened to the radio this morning. The first was a report in the Daily Telegraph, no doubt timed to coincide with yesterday’s announcement that warmongering hypocrite Tony Blair has been accepted into the Roman Catholic church, saying that ‘Britain has become a “Catholic country”’:
I fell off my bike while cycling to work yesterday, and spent the day in hospital. Bugger.
Seven o’clock is the absolute worst time to arrive home. I’ve just missed the half-hour comedy slot on Radio 4; to add insult to injury, the following programme is the everyday story of farming folk, patronising yokel accents, ham-fistedly obvious attempts at shoehorning in every conceivable demographic group, and godawful acting that is The Archers. It’s a soap opera that metastasised out of postwar farming propaganda, and now it’s unstoppable. Getting rid of it would probably raise a greater outcry than Disestablishment or republican revolution. It would probably even get people out to vote in numbers that parliamentary elections could never attain.
Ruby on Rails is all about ActiveRecord, and ActiveRecord is all about making your database look like Ruby objects. Sometimes, that’s great. The barrier to entry is low; it’s a lot easier to read than a convoluted SQL query; it’s easier to test. But it also makes it very easy to write horrifically inefficient code. I don’t just mean N+1: I’m talking about NM+1 or worse!
Another week, another government data loss. Only three million people are affected this time, though, which is practically nothing by the regular standards of incompetence that prevail wherever government agencies have access to people’s information.
There was a glossy full colour pull-out from the Financial Times sitting on the kitchen table at work today, and I was leafing through it as I ate my lunch. It was beyond parody.