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Miss New Orleans?

A sign found written in the window of one of the shops on rue Royal…

I do know what it means to miss New Orleans, and it was great to be back — good food, good music, great nightlife and a chance to catch up with a lot of old friends. While there is still a lot of Katrina damage once you outside the main tourist areas, the city is actively rebuilding and people are beginning to return to their homes and work in larger numbers.

Fear not — New Orleans is still the same great city it always was. If you haven’t been since Katrina, open your wallet and book a flight. They need your money and they will welcome you with the same N’Awlins spirit they always have.

After another set of planes, trains and automobiles, we’re safely back home after our trip to New Orleans and Washington. Our return was made slightly more complicated by the large pieces of artwork we acquired in New Orleans.

Both cats were very happy to see us, and seem not to have suffered too much from our absence. One of them left a little ‘present’ on our bed, but otherwise no accidents (or at least none that we’ve discovered).

Earthquake damage was limited to a broken vase which fell off a bookshelf and my shaving mirror in the bathroom.

I’ve got loads of work to catch up on between now and Friday, but I should get some time over the weekend to get more of the photographs edited and onto our website.


After a very long day of planes, trains and automobiles, we finally made it from Canterbury to Washington (via London and Dallas) and fell straight into bed. Sunday morning, however, we were up early and set off to visit the Chesapeake Bay. Purists will cringe and complain that it’s too early in the season for crabs, that they’re too light and full of water, and that the best crabs come later in the summer – but Aude had never had proper blue crabs before, and beggars can’t be choosers. We headed to a crab place on Kent Narrows and ordered a dozen large crabs, a plate of fried clams, several beers, and set to work.

After lunch, we drove around the coast for a while, eventually making our way to Terrapin Park, where we walked nearly to the base of the Bay Bridge. The weather was beautiful and we both came home with rather embarrassing farmers’ tans – Aude with white shoulders, me with one arm darker than the other because it had been in the sun.

Aude with crab

Aude holds up the unlucky victim…

Aude and Matt with a pile of crabs

Matt and Aude with a dozen of Maryland’s finest crabs…

Matt with crab

Matt is poised and ready to go with his mallet…

Not much left

Not much left after we were through — just a pile of empty shells!

Chesapeake Bay coastline

The Chesapeake Bay coastline

Captain Aude

Captain Aude

It has been a busy old week. One of the partners from another part of the business decided he needed an analytical heavyweight to help him do some serious number crunching. I obviously haven’t hidden my data analysis and Access skills deeply enough on my CV, because he approached me as the right man for the job. Even when I pointed out the impact of my day rate for doing a job like this, he remained convinced that I was ‘value for money’.

The job seemed reasonably straight-forward – take an Excel spreadsheet that was relying on loads of clunky lookups and a number of data tables (think ‘actuarial tables’ if you need an idea of size and scale) and create a more elegant solution in Access. I took all the input materials and created the model. So far ,so good.

The devil, of course, is in the detail. Because it’s only once it’s been built and you’ve pushed some data through that you realise that 1) the data quality is poor and 2) the client hasn’t defined their requirements clearly enough. For every business rule they have outlined, they’ve conveniently neglected to mention that there are exceptions to the business rules. No two groups in the company follow the same business rules, and there are 160 groups. And suddenly what seemed like a very straight-forward job assumes a life of its own.

Never mind. All I can think about is my upcoming holiday – my thoughts are squarely on our trip to New Orleans. All of our upgrades have cleared (thank goodness – 16 hours in economy is more than I can bear to think about). After a minor cock-up with dates (hotel booked for one week, flights for another) we have managed to secure hotel reservations for the entire period, even during the busy season of Jazzfest – although we will have to move hotels halfway through unless I can sweet-talk the GM into releasing a room for us. The concierge has a list of my favourite New Orleans restaurants and is busy making reservations. I’ve emailed all my friends and invited them to get together. Short of packing, I think we’re all ready to go!

Weather is predicted to be in the 90s all week – hot, but I can’t imagine New Orleans any other way. It’s my first visit post-Katrina. I just hope that this city for which I have such a fondness hasn’t changed too much.

Proof, if any were needed, that putting myself in an embarrassing position in the name of photography cleary runs in my genes.

Easter bunny

My parents wish all of my blog readers a very happy Easter.
Jerome and his girlfriend

Jerome and his girlfriend

Easter bunnies!

Who said Easter is for kids? Someone’s obviously very pleased about her Easter bunnies!

Dessert!

There are some things that the French do really well. Dessert is one of them.

Easter eggs

When Matthew was promised he could pose next to a bunny, he had the ‘Playboy’ variety in mind…

Family holidays and boredom are uneasy bedfellows. Which is why practical jokes were invented. Against the pleading of his girlfriend, and with the full encouragement of his mother and sister, the sleeping Jerome proved too tempting a target to resist. Sleeping Jerome + iced water = ???

The attack!

The moment of the attack!

The aftermath!

The aftermath!

Oh how we laughed. It’s worth every moment of the (almost certain) repercussions of the best man’s speech.