Well, here we are. Are you well? I am. Well, I was, until I deleted my website.
I’m now looking at the clear field where my website once stood, having unintentionally decided to test my disaster recovery processes. While clearing out an old backup server I discovered a folder titled richardthornton.com. “Aha”, I thought to myself. “You shouldn’t be here. Begone. You’re not needed any more.” DELETE.
And as it is with these kinds of things, this old backup just happened to be my live website. Running from my backup server. The backup server that, as it is with these kinds of things, isn’t backed up itself. Continue reading
I had the honour of playing the Last Post and Rouse at the funeral of a retired Victoria Police officer in the Victoria Police Academy Chapel at Glen Waverley. This incredible chapel has an amazing blend of architecture, with my favourite feature being the domed, Renaissance-style ceiling. You’ll hear just how wonderful the acoustics are.
It’s rare for me to have video of myself playing at these ceremonies. For this service I stood alone on the balcony, out of sight of the congregation, so I was able to privately capture this video. I have intentionally angled the camera towards the ceiling out of respect for the family and their friends.
Yesterday I helped an elderly neighbour and made the poor old bloke cry with happiness. When my wife and I moved into our suburb we found two demographics; young families, gaggles of kids in tow, most of whom themselves are new to the area and the older generation whose own families have flown the coop. Continue reading