Gone west

I'm in San Diego for a few days meeting various bods in the local cleantech industry, so if you need to get in touch please drop me an email rather than trying to phone.

The combination of the length of transit (Manchester to Chicago then, some hours later, on to California) and the progressive time difference reliably produces strange psychological effects - it's like one of those bad time-twisting dreams where you're in some dull or unpleasant situation until a certain time, only the clock keeps moving backwards... Still, got a good way into Pynchon 'Against the Day' (which starting as it does with an airship setting off for Chicago, seemed very appropriate), and spending several hours flying into the sunset was good, as was the sight of Phoenix lit up at night. US cities tend to look fascinatingly dull from the air, all regular grid and flatness. San Diego itself looked a lot more interesting on the final descent - hills and windy bits. I've Saturday to explore, before doing the whole trip in reverse over Sunday and early Monday.

But now it's half ten at night, or possible half six tomorrow morning. Time to turn in, anyroad. I may be more lucid tomorrow.

Crisp news

The Business Desk brings good news combining two of my abiding interests - Yorkshireness and savoury snacks.
Yorkshire Crisps, based in Wales (the one just the other side of Sheffield, that is), has won a distribution deal with Sainsburys. Best of all, the deal includes their new Henderson's Yorkshire Sauce flavour, based on that immortal relish brewed just across the street from where I was born. I had a pack yesterday, and they're very tasty indeed. A fair bit classier than Seabrook's, they're probably better suited to munching with a glass of chilled wine from Leventhorpe than with the traditional pint. Mmm.

White out

Bit snowy round our way today.