Low Cost Websites Ongoing

It’s been a while since BACK Consulting introduced its Low Cost Website service but still the enquiries keep coming.  It’s so simple you don’t have to know anything about the design process in the background.  Just visit our website and select a template that you like based around our pre-built solutions.  All you need to do then is give us the content for each page and hey presto your site is alive with a mind of its own.

Don’t think this is the only option on offer though as there is a wide range of upgrades you can plug in such as videos, animations and our core c-commerce solutions.  BACK Consulting has a fantastic reputation for producing high quality websites both on a tight budget and a large one.  Come talk to us today to see what we can do for you.

UK Law Firms Listed

BACK Consulting Limited have completed the insertion of all the UK’s law firms into the www.compareconveyancing.com website in preparation for the big sales push.  Two sales people have now been appointed and have been assigned 5000 law firms each in order to get them on as a premium listings.  The premium listing gives a more enhanced description of the services for a law firm within that postcode area and clearly distinguishes from a basic listing.

In addition to this a number of small cosmetic and content changes have taken place to enhance the look and feel.

Coastal Mission

On Saturday I was on my own as Allison had decided it was a day for shopping and make no mistake about it!  So she headed off with partner in crime Sara into town and the Metrocentre leaving me with a day to fill.  I headed across to Paul’s to see the new Blade (below) and then took Bob up to the top of the Rising Sun country park.  When I reached the top there was a guy and his grandson sitting on a bench and we had a chat about how the landscape has changed.  I mentioned how the cranes have all gone and he said the pits have too.  That made me feel much better as I can’t remember the pits so I mustn’t be that old!

After that Dad cooked me a nice fry-up (thanks) and then I headed down to the coast to meet up with Rachael and GT.  They had found a lovely little tea shop for a cup of coffee whilst they ate scones and cakes.  Nothing gluten free on the menu but I’d already eaten.  Good to have a nice conversation and the weather outside was glorious sunshine on a winters day.  I walked back to the car parked next to the flats overlooking the mouth of the Tyne and remembered how I used to come here as a child with my grandparents.  In fact I’m sure this was one of their favourite places so I think the picture below would have made them happy.

 

View of the Tyne

 

 

We used to roll down that hill well before we were old enough to realise it was probably covered in dog crap!  Then walk along to the quayside chip shop or to the Priory.

Off the see Gary for a quick stop next who had spent the morning making pumpkin lanterns for the kids who had then gone out with Vicky and left them behind.  He was hatching plans to get a new motorbike which was pretty cool.

 

Grieves

 

 

Back home before heading across to Debbie and Paul’s for X-Factor.  Erm I mean I was forced to watch it.

Ahab Rides Again

 

The Blade

After much deliberation over what to buy Paul have taken the plunge and found a 2000 model Fireblade 929.  Ahab had been down to see about Uncle Harrison’s immaculate GSX1100R and was very pleased with what he saw.  But the problem remained that he was looking for something modern that can cut it with todays machinery.  The GSX is undoubtedly fast but it’s an eighties based machine and suspension has moved on considerably since then.

This new Blade is a continuation of the last one Paul and I owned in that it shares the same frame and dimensions but the engine is now a fuel injected 929cc beast.  Heavy on fuel but very well built this machine looks perfect for the Scotland trip as the seating position is spot on.  Eventually Paul and Dad tempted me into a little ride and I donned a helmet and took it down the street.  The power commander is tuned to be in line with the sports exhaust and sounds really meaty.  The gears are super smooth like you would expect, even when you are trying to change gears with the brake like I was.  It’s been a long time.

In need of tax and new rubber the bike will be hidden away for a while until the sun starts shining again in 2010.  The best thing is that I am insured on it which means a few summer blasts are on the cards.  Maybe one day I’ll get my own wheels!

 

Out In Them There Hills

 

Dastardly Adveturers

Friday represented the tail end of my illness and Allison kindly had agreed to go down and meet her parents for a walk at Reeth in North Yorkshire.  We drove down in the Jimny love machine straight through Richmond into unchartered territory for me – the rolling hills of Yorkshire.  They are not massive by any means but just cosy and with a certain ruggedness to them that you know people had worked hard here in the past when agriculture and industry was in its prime.

 

Eager Bob

 

 

Reeth is a small but very busy town which clearly had a market focus but also one eye on mining as the surrounding hills had been surrounded by scars from many years of blasting.  We were running on Standard Allison Time which meant we were obviously late but when we arrived we parked up and headed off along the road for a walk.  We must have walked two miles on the flat and my legs were jelly and sweat was pouring out – maybe not such a good idea.  Then to my delight Les pointed up the steep hill and said “up there next”.  After a long and slow slog we made it up to Marrick for a sit down on the bench and view out over the misty valley.

 

Big Les

 

 

Pregnant Allison was fairing up much better than I as the cold wind gripped very quickly.  I was glad when Cath and Les said it was time to get moving again as the body heat could build once more.  We were out onto the moors and listening to scare stories from Les about how bulls used to kill people who wandered over the land like something out of American Werewolf in London.  Luckily for us no such fire-snorting murderous beast was in the vacinity and we managed to wander all the way to the boggy hill top.  By this time the legs had nicely recovered and the walk was doing me some good.  Bob was having a great time dashing back and forth and showed that steep stiles are no barrier to him now – what a boy!

 

Eager Bob

 

 

After trudging along the summit ridge it was time to descend with visibility fading.  Funnily enough as we lost height the light levels increased and Reeth became clearly visible beneath us.  And so did the path through the field of bulls which struck terror into the hearts of Cath and Alli who have a fear of moo-cows.  And so we decided to stick to the roads which happened to lead us to a pub.  I asked LEs if they have ever done a SMOG walk without it leading to a pub and he looked at me like I was an idiot.  ”why would you do that?”

 

In The Pub

 

 

And so it was time to head back to the cosy cottage for a cup of tea before heading back home.  My trip out to the Monkey had to be postponed as i was late and Allison really wanted to spend some time with me (honest).  Reeth seems like a very nice place and not too far away.  But the best bit without doubt was the number of landrovers knocking about – I could see Bob and me chugging along.  Good day!

 

Toon Barmy

What is going on at my beloved club?  No sooner had I recovered from a chronic case of the craps I find out that a man who resembles something that flew out of my rear end has taken the club off the market, appointed Hughton as manager and then wants to sell the naming rights to the ground.  What a  joke.

It’s been a common theory throughout my group of friends that Ashley had no intention of selling the club anyway and it was all a smoke screen to get rid of players and not have to bring any in.  With no big capital outlays in the summer he’s managed to reduce the clubs weekly outgoings but not by as much as he would have hoped.  To do that he would need to axe the likes of Smith Barton, Collocini and Enrique.  Smith and Enrique have been brilliant this season so selling these two would do more damage than good.  Collocini is only interested in taking his money at the end of the week but to be fair even he looks good in this division – when fit.  Barton on the other hand should be taken outside and shot in the head.

Did Barry Moat ever have the clout to buy the club?  If it was such a struggle to raise capital would Newcastle be in any better position because of it?  The ideal solution would have been a mega money take-over as this would have achieved the one goal that Newcastle fans have wanted for some time: Ashley out.

Naming Hughton as manager smacks of appointing the “yes man” who will never rock the boat.  Although eminently likeable the ex Tottenham man is a good coach and not a good manager.  Could he shake up the dressing room if needed when people get out of line or don’t perform.  The placement of square pegs in round holes for some games tells me that he can’t.  Everyone was crying out for Ashley to appoint Shearer who would have had the unequivocal backing on the fans and he even had a plan of which players to get out and which ones to bring in.  But appointing Shearer would have been silly as it would have been the right thing to do.

At every turn Ashley has infuriated and annoyed by seemingly never wanting to listen to the people who care most about the club.  The recent single finger salute in response to criticism has done nothing to endear them.  The final and absolute clincher for making all Newcastle fans hate him is selling the rights for the ground.  Ever since the first game was played in 1892 the ground has been called St James Park and the suggestion of calling it Mega-corp Stadium just makes peoples blood boil.  It can almost be justified from a financial point of view but that numbers orientated view on the situation doesn’t take into account the black and white passion.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants the whole sorry saga to be over and for a new owner to come in.  I even agreed with some of the ideas he had in place for running the club on a profitable only basis and spending only what we could afford rather than giving in to the fans whim of splashing out on big name players with more debt.  Now any thought of aligning with Ashley’s ideas and aims have been thoroughly thrown out the window.  I just pray that we get promoted this season and even if we do we need to realise there is a relegation battle on our hands straight away.

Squitting Through The Eye Of A Needle

Monday was going quite well until around 4.30pm when I started feeling a little light headed.  Managing to drive home whilst almost throwing up in the car I was grateful to eventually see the front door.  Straight to bed was the order of the day as the temperature was rising.  After asking Allison to go to her Mam’s for the night she refused and I had to ring Flannery to cancel my appearance at his birthday meal which is a shame as I was really looking forward to it.

As the night wore on Allison was doing a good job of being a nurse and as the night went on my temperature sored up and soon I was drenched in sweat.  Not only that but my insides fell out in a series of trips to the toilet throughout the night.  Just what you wanted to hear.  My ordeal was over in a night and feeling (relatively) much better the next morning.  Being ill myself I can deal with but the bug passed across to Allison who at around 4am in the morning started throwing up every 30 minutes.  Not good.

This then led to a worrying situation where Allison was half asleep all day and feeling (looking) terrible.  The frequency of sickness had tailed off but more worryingly she had not eaten or drank anything all day.  I managed ot get some water down her neck and after a good sleep on Tuesday night she came round feeling much better on Wednesday morning.  Thank goodness for that.

Bob had been a little star throughout the whole episode managing to be a very effective hot water bottle and totally affectionate at the same time.  I hear Jasmin and Joanne have also been ill and I hope they have now sorted themselves out also.  Thankyous go to Cath, Les and Mam for checking up on Allison and the baby.

Jasmin Stays At Our House

Little angel Jasmin stayed at our house on Saturday night and through Sunday whilst Joanne and Neil headed out to the Hilton Hotel for a wedding.  She rampaged round the house finding lots of new things to play with.  She has a particularly good eye for drawing and knows how to make good shapes.  Soon the floor was covered in toys, keys, pencils and more.  Shuffling her off to bed didn’t make her spirits fall and Allison tried to pretend to be asleep whilst Jasmin probably did the same thing before leaping up and trying to escape again.  Eventually she nodded off.

I got up early for the MotoGP to see Rossi win his 9th world championship just at the time Jazzo was waking.  A double change was required in the nappy department but she kept herself busy.  Bob was a good gatekeeper who was unaffected by being trampled on, poked in the face and more.  Even when Jasmin made a break to climb the stairs  he deftly whipped up the side and then plonked himself down to block her route.  Very clever.  If I can get him to pick her up and bring her back I wouldn’t have had to move at all!

We went for a walk at Causey Arch and the wind was blowing on a typical bright autumnal day.  We had the reigns to keep Jasmin in check but we didn’t have a push chair so I ended up carrying her for about 2 miles when she faded.  A 5 minute power nap was all that was needed to recharge the batteries as we went to the Lakeside pub to meet Paul and Debbie for Sunday lunch.  I love the fact that it’s an all you can eat carvery where only the meat is limited but the veg is a help yourself arrangement.  I like it!  By the end of the trip Jasmin was getting very tired and fell asleep instantly when put in the car.  We then went to see my Mam and Dad and Jasmin woke for a few minutes before jumping on my lap and falling asleep for half an hour.  What a little treasure.

Back home to meet her Mam and Dad and then Allison, Bob and I were back on our own for a bit of X-Factor.

Night Out

Oh how long it has been since we have had a night out that isn’t linked to a special occasion.  There have been a lot of weddings this year which has given ample opportunity to get out.  On Friday night Ahab, Gary, Colin and Mark all headed out to the bright lights of Jesmond which really isn’t a regular spot for us lot.  Starting in Osbournes I arrived all by myself and had to stand round for 30 minutes before anyone else bothered to turn up!  Luckily I bumped into a guy from my street who did give me some kind of conversation before people arrived.

Eventually Paul turned up and managed to fluke a 2 for 1 deal on his drinks before the rest turned up 45 minutes late.  Good chat under the heaters then ensued before we moved on to Blanc which was completely empty when we arrived.  At least we managed to get a circular seat and put the world to rights with our great solutions.  No sooner had we armed up while people arrived Mark, Gary and Colin made their exits.  This left Ahab and I to wander down to Off-shore which was completely dead.  Then for reasons best known to ourselves we decided to head to Grey’s nightclub for the shooting season.  And you wouldn’t have to be a great marksman to hit a target in there.  Gazelles were grazing on the dance floor, hippos wallowing in the mud while the vipers lurked in the corners.  They should stick a camera in there and release it as a reality TV comedy – who needs big brother?  Cheesy chips and a walk home made sure there was no hnagover in the morning.

Paul Tempted In

My brother Paul is going to check over Uncle Harrison’s GSX1100R tonight and I just know he’ll be tempted into the fold.  He was thinking about a CB500 to use a runaround but that thought didn’t sit very well with his speed obsessed mind.  And tis bike is absolutely spotless with no doubts over the background of build quality.  In fact I almost know now what my next bike is because I have a habit of getting them after Paul.  Subject to terms and conditions of course.