Number of steps: 13,855
Mondays are always hideous, no matter the manner or pace of the preceding Sunday.
Yesterday morning after I'd showered I pulled a shirt out of the wardrobe and headed downstairs to iron it. I was half-dressed; I had trousers and socks on. I'm not some kind of animal, wandering around the house naked! And besides, I didn't want to traumatise our lodger... So I switched on the radio, started listening to Radio 6, and got busy with the iron. When I'd finished, I was inspecting my good work when I realised that I'd been meaning to sew a button back on this shirt for months. Dammit! I had spent a good amount of time ironing this shirt, and I had two choices - I could either go get another shirt and start over, or I could actually sew the button back on to this shirt and actually be able to use it. It would be quicker to iron a second shirt, but you know what? It was still early, I tend to go into work early, so if I was a bit late, that shouldn't be an issue. And I'd been meaning to do this for months, I may as well get it out of the way.
So I dug around in the sewing drawer and found some white thread and a needle. I hate that drawer. It's a mess of stuff we don't want to throw away, but we can't work out where else to put it. It's the dregs drawer. But the threading tool eluded me. I dug, and lifted, and rearranged stuff, until eventually it surfaced. Then I threaded the needle, and started attaching the button to the shirt. By now it was 07:30 and I hadn't had breakfast, or even boiled the kettle for a cup of tea. Normally by 07:30 I am making my final preparations to leave the house. I was so behind. TW boiled the kettle for tea, and I put the finishing touches to the button thread, and then finished dressing. I had breakfast and drank my tea, as normal, and then cleaned my teeth and headed to the Station.
I ended up catching the 08:19, half an hour later than normal. And I was only a few minutes late for work. But at least I won't have to repair that bastard shirt again any time soon...
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Sunday 15-09-27 Just an Average Saturday
The kids were awake at 05:50 yesterday morning, probably because they had some friends staying for a sleepover. They were making a bit of noise so we told them to pack it in and go down to the living room; after all, we've got neighbours and they don't want to be woken up at some godforsaken hour. TW managed to go straight back to sleep, as she always does, I read a few bits of news online myself and also managed to get a bit more sleep, and all of a sudden it was 08:45 and a much more human hour of the day.
I nudged TW and suggested it would be a good idea to get up, since the kids had already been up for three hours already. She grumbled a bit, and I threatened to breathe on her if she didn't move. She'd already complained about my morning breath so I used the thought of my oral stench to get her moving. Quite a successful ploy, even if I do say so myself.
Then downstairs to the kitchen, to tidy up the bomb site and clear the work surfaces. Well, we call them work surfaces, but normally they are so covered in junk and stuff that it is impossible to work on them... Anyway, I washed and tidied, and TW made pancakes for the seven of us, and then I spread syrup and chocolate spread on pancakes and got drinks and cutlery for the kids, and then I had a few pancakes myself. We were aiming to get out into the fresh air in the morning, but it didn't happen unfortunately. We dropped the Middle One and her friend off at a party at 1pm (TW took them) and then we returned the remaining guest back to her parent, and then we hit the seafront.
We parked up at the Bluebird Café and took a walk west along the seafront. TW and the girls went down to the sea's edge as the tide was out, but I wasn't wearing appropriate footwear (when am I ever?) so I stayed at the top. I sat on the pebbles at the top of the beach, and did notice a woman reading a book a distance away. We were between the same two groynes, and I thought no more of it. I laid down and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun and the calm, and relaxed. I realised at some point that there was movement, the woman was getting up and moving. I thought no more of it. Then TW phoned me and suggested I walk along the top of the beach and we meet up a bit further along. Of course, it was a good idea, so I stood up, picked up my jacket and started walking. Then I noticed that the woman who had been sitting not so far away had simply moved to the next groyne. I wouldn't say I'm a threatening or imposing figure, and I didn't think I had chosen to sit particularly close to her. Nor was I making any noise or causing a disturbance, so I can only think it was her issue. Still, I felt a pang of worry - what had I done to upset / disturb her? Well, we will never know.
Then as we were walking along the green, TW managed to step into one of the rabbit holes or dips there, and she fell over. It wasn't funny, she has a weak ankle anyway, and she was in some pain. But she was grateful that we didn't laugh, so that was all okay. And then we had an ice cream, and went to Waitrose.
Waitrose is not our normal shopping destination, it has to be said, but TW had some vouchers so we thought we'd use them. £8 off a £40 spend, or 20% - not too bad. Anyway, we spent £45 on not very much and came home. The day had been building towards the England vs Wales rugby match, and we watched a bit of the South Africa Samoa game to get us in the mood. We had decided to have a takeaway - from the Thai Spice Kitchen - and more or less as soon as the evening game started, the meal arrived.
It was delicious, and with a beer as well, the perfect accompaniment to what was shaping up to be a good game of rugby. England were playing well, and it was looking good. Then, there was an unfortunate passage of play where about three Welsh players all got seriously injured. One walked off, holding his (dislocated?) arm, one was carried off on a stretcher, and was another replaced as well? I want to say it was at about the sixty minute mark, but I maybe wrong. Anyway, after that, Wales played out of their skins and it was a thrilling finish. Unfortunately for us, Wales won 28-25, but I had placed a sneaky bet - only 50p at 3-1 - on the Welsh, so despite feeling a bit gutted that England lost, I benefited financially. And then it was ten pm and bedtime.
So, an average Saturday? Maybe not. We had more kids than normal, we got to go to Waitrose, we had a takeaway and we watched a thrilling international rugby match. Maybe I should have just written that, I could have saved us all a lot of time.
I nudged TW and suggested it would be a good idea to get up, since the kids had already been up for three hours already. She grumbled a bit, and I threatened to breathe on her if she didn't move. She'd already complained about my morning breath so I used the thought of my oral stench to get her moving. Quite a successful ploy, even if I do say so myself.
Then downstairs to the kitchen, to tidy up the bomb site and clear the work surfaces. Well, we call them work surfaces, but normally they are so covered in junk and stuff that it is impossible to work on them... Anyway, I washed and tidied, and TW made pancakes for the seven of us, and then I spread syrup and chocolate spread on pancakes and got drinks and cutlery for the kids, and then I had a few pancakes myself. We were aiming to get out into the fresh air in the morning, but it didn't happen unfortunately. We dropped the Middle One and her friend off at a party at 1pm (TW took them) and then we returned the remaining guest back to her parent, and then we hit the seafront.
We parked up at the Bluebird Café and took a walk west along the seafront. TW and the girls went down to the sea's edge as the tide was out, but I wasn't wearing appropriate footwear (when am I ever?) so I stayed at the top. I sat on the pebbles at the top of the beach, and did notice a woman reading a book a distance away. We were between the same two groynes, and I thought no more of it. I laid down and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun and the calm, and relaxed. I realised at some point that there was movement, the woman was getting up and moving. I thought no more of it. Then TW phoned me and suggested I walk along the top of the beach and we meet up a bit further along. Of course, it was a good idea, so I stood up, picked up my jacket and started walking. Then I noticed that the woman who had been sitting not so far away had simply moved to the next groyne. I wouldn't say I'm a threatening or imposing figure, and I didn't think I had chosen to sit particularly close to her. Nor was I making any noise or causing a disturbance, so I can only think it was her issue. Still, I felt a pang of worry - what had I done to upset / disturb her? Well, we will never know.
Then as we were walking along the green, TW managed to step into one of the rabbit holes or dips there, and she fell over. It wasn't funny, she has a weak ankle anyway, and she was in some pain. But she was grateful that we didn't laugh, so that was all okay. And then we had an ice cream, and went to Waitrose.
Waitrose is not our normal shopping destination, it has to be said, but TW had some vouchers so we thought we'd use them. £8 off a £40 spend, or 20% - not too bad. Anyway, we spent £45 on not very much and came home. The day had been building towards the England vs Wales rugby match, and we watched a bit of the South Africa Samoa game to get us in the mood. We had decided to have a takeaway - from the Thai Spice Kitchen - and more or less as soon as the evening game started, the meal arrived.
It was delicious, and with a beer as well, the perfect accompaniment to what was shaping up to be a good game of rugby. England were playing well, and it was looking good. Then, there was an unfortunate passage of play where about three Welsh players all got seriously injured. One walked off, holding his (dislocated?) arm, one was carried off on a stretcher, and was another replaced as well? I want to say it was at about the sixty minute mark, but I maybe wrong. Anyway, after that, Wales played out of their skins and it was a thrilling finish. Unfortunately for us, Wales won 28-25, but I had placed a sneaky bet - only 50p at 3-1 - on the Welsh, so despite feeling a bit gutted that England lost, I benefited financially. And then it was ten pm and bedtime.
So, an average Saturday? Maybe not. We had more kids than normal, we got to go to Waitrose, we had a takeaway and we watched a thrilling international rugby match. Maybe I should have just written that, I could have saved us all a lot of time.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Wednesday 15-09-23 Human Rights and Arms Sales
I'm a sad old sod, and part of my daily routine is to listen to one of a number of podcasts on the way to work. After all, I travel to Brighton on the train and I like to escape the humdrum journey somehow... One of the podcasts I listen to is "Yesterday in Parliament". It's not funny, nor glamorous, but it can be important to keep up with what our politicians are discussing on our behalf.
So on the 17th of September Ann Clwyd secured a debate on the implications for human rights of promoting arms sales, in light of the arms fair which was being held at the Excel Centre in London. Her basic argument was that we were selling arms to countries which didn't respect the human rights of their citizens. She finished by suggesting that it was time for the UK government to stop selling arms to despotic regimes, which would prove popular with the nation (a survey suggested this).
Tobias Ellwood, on behalf of the govt., argued that the govt. aimed to have robust controls in place regarding the sales of arms, and it was actually the fact that the UK was selling arms that led to robust relationships with these countries where we (as concerned parties) could broach human rights with these despotic regimes.
So we are selling guns and bombs and helicopters and missiles to these hideous regimes who are known to be containing and oppressing their own citizens, but "I say, old chap, we'd prefer if you didn't use these weapons on your own populace". I'm sure that will make those single-minded power-hungry despots think again. I wouldn't be surprised if they gave up their evil ways and founded charities to benefit the dispossessed.
Or, and this might be more effective, we could not sell them any weapons at all. Then, even if they wanted to use weapons against their own people, they wouldn't have them to deploy. Or, if they did have them, we would not have supplied them.
I think that would deliver the appropriate "robust" message. The logic Ellwood used just doesn't stand up. If you give weapons to an oppressive regime, you're basically endorsing their approach. Surely the stronger message is not to supply arms on any basis?
Just my late night tupporth. Maybe I'm seeing things in too simplistic a fashion, but maybe sometimes it's better to keep things simple?
So on the 17th of September Ann Clwyd secured a debate on the implications for human rights of promoting arms sales, in light of the arms fair which was being held at the Excel Centre in London. Her basic argument was that we were selling arms to countries which didn't respect the human rights of their citizens. She finished by suggesting that it was time for the UK government to stop selling arms to despotic regimes, which would prove popular with the nation (a survey suggested this).
Tobias Ellwood, on behalf of the govt., argued that the govt. aimed to have robust controls in place regarding the sales of arms, and it was actually the fact that the UK was selling arms that led to robust relationships with these countries where we (as concerned parties) could broach human rights with these despotic regimes.
So we are selling guns and bombs and helicopters and missiles to these hideous regimes who are known to be containing and oppressing their own citizens, but "I say, old chap, we'd prefer if you didn't use these weapons on your own populace". I'm sure that will make those single-minded power-hungry despots think again. I wouldn't be surprised if they gave up their evil ways and founded charities to benefit the dispossessed.
Or, and this might be more effective, we could not sell them any weapons at all. Then, even if they wanted to use weapons against their own people, they wouldn't have them to deploy. Or, if they did have them, we would not have supplied them.
I think that would deliver the appropriate "robust" message. The logic Ellwood used just doesn't stand up. If you give weapons to an oppressive regime, you're basically endorsing their approach. Surely the stronger message is not to supply arms on any basis?
Just my late night tupporth. Maybe I'm seeing things in too simplistic a fashion, but maybe sometimes it's better to keep things simple?
Monday, September 21, 2015
Monday 15-09-21 A Trip to Christ's Hospital
And so on Saturday it was off to Christ's Hospital, for an open day. Christ's is an independent school in West Sussex, somewhere near Horsham. I'd never heard of it before the summer, but friends of ours told us in passing that their son had been invited to apply on the basis of his musical ability. Our eldest is ten now, and so we need to choose her secondary school fairly soon. While we have some fantastic schools in Worthing, Christ's has a fantastic bursary scheme, and some children do get their fees paid for by the school; we would need that, or as close to it as makes no difference, and it is good to see how the other half live every once in a while.
Christ's is so large it must have its own postcode. It certainly is signposted as if it is a village, and as we drove in, it looked like a village. Considering there are only 900 pupils, it was massive. We were told at one stage that they have 19 rugby pitches. The buildings were impressive and old without looking old, if that's possible; the campus had an air of timelessness. And that was of course helped by the fact that the pupils, who were having Saturday morning lessons, were wandering around in their uniforms, which have only changed once since the 1500s, apparently.
It was a very slick operation, we were guided in and handed off to two Year 9s who were our guides for the entire morning. We saw the maths block, the music buildings, pretty much everything that was open. We had a tour of the boarding houses and asked what questions we had. The girls who were our tour guides were confident, pleasant and outgoing, and were a brilliant advert for the school in themselves.
Apparently the selection process is very rigorous: for the eighty places available, there are five hundred applicants. If that was a cross-section of the general public, I would like those odds, but we are talking about naturally bright kids and the output from prep schools, so there has already been some pre-selection. We'll have to see how that goes. We need to go back in October for some IQ tests, and then if she passes that she will be one of two hundred invited back for the residential in January. We've had to pay a £50 fee for the experience, but even after just the open day, it may already be worth it. And if she gets as far as the residential, that will definitely be money well spent.
The only concern really is that the fees are £33k a year. That's more than my annual salary, after tax. Take into account our mortgage payments and living costs, etc., and we don't have any money left to pay for an education. I suppose TW could get a full-time, 35 hours a week job type job, but then she'd actually be paying out quite a lot on childcare for the other two and they would suffer from the lack of "Mum" time.
One thing they did say was that they aimed to have no more than 20 pupils in a class. Davisons can offer that at the moment, as an all-girl state school.
The eldest knows that it is unlikely that she will go there, but it will be a good experience for her, and nothing they said on the day dissuaded her from wanting to go there. So she will sit the exams and take the tests, and we'll see.
The most impressive thing was the marching band. At 12:30 the band appeared, it must have been 70 strong, they were all kitted out in their finest, and marched really crisply. They paraded up and down, twirling their batons and playing some lively marching music, and then they stood still and played as the individual houses marched in to lunch, each in a separate squad, led by a standard-bearer. Apparently that happens every day, even when there are no spectators. It was very impressive and must be unique to Christ's.
All in all, it was an interesting day. We had a McDonald's for lunch on the way home, so everyone was a winner.
Christ's is so large it must have its own postcode. It certainly is signposted as if it is a village, and as we drove in, it looked like a village. Considering there are only 900 pupils, it was massive. We were told at one stage that they have 19 rugby pitches. The buildings were impressive and old without looking old, if that's possible; the campus had an air of timelessness. And that was of course helped by the fact that the pupils, who were having Saturday morning lessons, were wandering around in their uniforms, which have only changed once since the 1500s, apparently.
It was a very slick operation, we were guided in and handed off to two Year 9s who were our guides for the entire morning. We saw the maths block, the music buildings, pretty much everything that was open. We had a tour of the boarding houses and asked what questions we had. The girls who were our tour guides were confident, pleasant and outgoing, and were a brilliant advert for the school in themselves.
Apparently the selection process is very rigorous: for the eighty places available, there are five hundred applicants. If that was a cross-section of the general public, I would like those odds, but we are talking about naturally bright kids and the output from prep schools, so there has already been some pre-selection. We'll have to see how that goes. We need to go back in October for some IQ tests, and then if she passes that she will be one of two hundred invited back for the residential in January. We've had to pay a £50 fee for the experience, but even after just the open day, it may already be worth it. And if she gets as far as the residential, that will definitely be money well spent.
The only concern really is that the fees are £33k a year. That's more than my annual salary, after tax. Take into account our mortgage payments and living costs, etc., and we don't have any money left to pay for an education. I suppose TW could get a full-time, 35 hours a week job type job, but then she'd actually be paying out quite a lot on childcare for the other two and they would suffer from the lack of "Mum" time.
One thing they did say was that they aimed to have no more than 20 pupils in a class. Davisons can offer that at the moment, as an all-girl state school.
The eldest knows that it is unlikely that she will go there, but it will be a good experience for her, and nothing they said on the day dissuaded her from wanting to go there. So she will sit the exams and take the tests, and we'll see.
The most impressive thing was the marching band. At 12:30 the band appeared, it must have been 70 strong, they were all kitted out in their finest, and marched really crisply. They paraded up and down, twirling their batons and playing some lively marching music, and then they stood still and played as the individual houses marched in to lunch, each in a separate squad, led by a standard-bearer. Apparently that happens every day, even when there are no spectators. It was very impressive and must be unique to Christ's.
All in all, it was an interesting day. We had a McDonald's for lunch on the way home, so everyone was a winner.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Saturday 15-09-19 Corbyn and Kneeling
A lot of people recently have been banging on about Jeremy Corbyn and the paradox between his Republicanism and the fact that, in order to join the Privy Council he will need to kneel before the Queen.
Let's think about this for a bit. What would he lose from following the tradition and kneeling in front of the Queen? And what will he gain?
Well, he will lose face if he kneels. But he gets access to security briefings. If I were leader of the Labour Party, I would prefer the access. And bugger the loss of face.
And now, what would he gain from not kneeling? And what would he lose? He wouldn't gain very much. The Monarchy wouldn't crumble. In fact, if Corbyn spoke to the Queen, I'm sure they could have a lovely polite conversation. He wouldn't sulk in a corner and refuse to engage with her.
But.
If there was a vote in the Houses of Parliament to abolish the Monarchy, JC would vote in favour. That doesn't mean he has to snub the Queen. He can't dismantle the Monarchy single-handedly. And that is why he will bend the knee. It's a symbolic tradition, that doesn't mean anything in particular, but it will give him access to information. I hope he takes the pragmatic approach, and he can always take steps to modernise the process afterwards if it is that offensive. But how many people actually pledge allegiance to the Queen and join the Privy Council? I think he should choose his battles.
Let's think about this for a bit. What would he lose from following the tradition and kneeling in front of the Queen? And what will he gain?
Well, he will lose face if he kneels. But he gets access to security briefings. If I were leader of the Labour Party, I would prefer the access. And bugger the loss of face.
And now, what would he gain from not kneeling? And what would he lose? He wouldn't gain very much. The Monarchy wouldn't crumble. In fact, if Corbyn spoke to the Queen, I'm sure they could have a lovely polite conversation. He wouldn't sulk in a corner and refuse to engage with her.
But.
If there was a vote in the Houses of Parliament to abolish the Monarchy, JC would vote in favour. That doesn't mean he has to snub the Queen. He can't dismantle the Monarchy single-handedly. And that is why he will bend the knee. It's a symbolic tradition, that doesn't mean anything in particular, but it will give him access to information. I hope he takes the pragmatic approach, and he can always take steps to modernise the process afterwards if it is that offensive. But how many people actually pledge allegiance to the Queen and join the Privy Council? I think he should choose his battles.
Tuesday, September 08, 2015
Tuesday 15-09-08 A Sense of Quiet Despair
Is it just me? Or is there a general feeling that we can do better? Whenever I listen to the news (and I believe in the BBC) I don't see much reason for optimism.
It seems that the government are aiming low in offering to accept 20,000 refugees over the next five years. Especially when Germany accepted 10,000 in one day last week, and have since advised that they can probably take 500k refugees per year. The paucity of Cameron's vision is disappointing.
But at the same time it seems that they think they can solve all the global problems by bombing two random individuals in Syria. Apparently the reason is that the UK was under immediate threat of attack. Surely, if we were under immediate threat, and these individuals were in Syria, then they were not the intended actors. There must be other individuals in the UK prepared to carry out whatever atrocities were proposed? So killing two people remotely wouldn't remove the immediate threat, but would remove any need for a judicial case / review. It just seems a little odd to me. I don't see that "self-defence" can be a justifiable defence, and surely the fact that this argument can be deployed shows how convoluted lawyerly arguments can be.
Then (and maybe underlying all this) is the fact that our economy seems to be stalling on an almost permanent basis. Once a particular sector seems to be doing well, another seems to be failing. It's like a big game of whack-a-mole. And if there is no problem with the UK economy, all of a sudden the Chinese economy goes tits-up and threatens to affect the entire global economy.
Perhaps a war might help kickstart investment? I don't know, but I'm not sure that i wouldn't put it past this current Tory government, "for the sake of the shareholders".
To be completely frank, I don't see any change coming soon. We're halfway through our current three year mortgage and rates are still at 0.5%. We're in a funk, that's for sure, and I don't know how we are going to get out of it. And it doesn't help that I work in the financial industry, so I am concerned that if others pick up on the stagnation in the economy, that'll do for me and my employment.
Maybe a war would be for the best. After all, I'm past conscription age now.
TTFN.
It seems that the government are aiming low in offering to accept 20,000 refugees over the next five years. Especially when Germany accepted 10,000 in one day last week, and have since advised that they can probably take 500k refugees per year. The paucity of Cameron's vision is disappointing.
But at the same time it seems that they think they can solve all the global problems by bombing two random individuals in Syria. Apparently the reason is that the UK was under immediate threat of attack. Surely, if we were under immediate threat, and these individuals were in Syria, then they were not the intended actors. There must be other individuals in the UK prepared to carry out whatever atrocities were proposed? So killing two people remotely wouldn't remove the immediate threat, but would remove any need for a judicial case / review. It just seems a little odd to me. I don't see that "self-defence" can be a justifiable defence, and surely the fact that this argument can be deployed shows how convoluted lawyerly arguments can be.
Then (and maybe underlying all this) is the fact that our economy seems to be stalling on an almost permanent basis. Once a particular sector seems to be doing well, another seems to be failing. It's like a big game of whack-a-mole. And if there is no problem with the UK economy, all of a sudden the Chinese economy goes tits-up and threatens to affect the entire global economy.
Perhaps a war might help kickstart investment? I don't know, but I'm not sure that i wouldn't put it past this current Tory government, "for the sake of the shareholders".
To be completely frank, I don't see any change coming soon. We're halfway through our current three year mortgage and rates are still at 0.5%. We're in a funk, that's for sure, and I don't know how we are going to get out of it. And it doesn't help that I work in the financial industry, so I am concerned that if others pick up on the stagnation in the economy, that'll do for me and my employment.
Maybe a war would be for the best. After all, I'm past conscription age now.
TTFN.
Sunday, September 06, 2015
Sunday 15-09-06 Removing Malicious Apps from Facebook
So yesterday morning I woke up and was looking at Facebook. I saw that my neighbour had posted articles and links about Ariana Grande, and as I was expecting to see him later, I reminded myself to tease him about it. We're both in our 40s and have no business looking at Ariana.
Anyway, when I buttonholed him about it, he denied all involvement and was completely mystified. Someone suggested he should change his password, on the suspicion that his account had been hacked. But I thought that maybe he had given permission to a malicious app which was accessing his account and posting on his timeline at will.
We went through the apps he had given permission to, and removed the ability to post to his timeline from all that we could. I thought that might have done it, but strangely less than an hour later, another improbable post appeared on his timeline. When I looked at it more closely, it seemed that it was posted by "Coso", which was an app I had seen that he had granted permissions to. I got him round and removed the permissions and deleted the app's activity on his timeline. I hope that that will do it, but we will monitor his account and see if any other unexpected activity occurs.
Changing his password wouldn't have helped, I don't think, as he had given the app permission to post to his account. And when I clicked on the link to Coso, even Facebook identified the link as potentially malicious, so I guess that they are hoping that people will slowly remove Coso's permissions over time.
So the message is, be careful which apps you give permissions to, and if you see errant posts on your timeline, check if a specific app is posting them. And then nuke that f***er. These apps are taking us for a ride and need to be reined in. Happy hunting...!
Anyway, when I buttonholed him about it, he denied all involvement and was completely mystified. Someone suggested he should change his password, on the suspicion that his account had been hacked. But I thought that maybe he had given permission to a malicious app which was accessing his account and posting on his timeline at will.
We went through the apps he had given permission to, and removed the ability to post to his timeline from all that we could. I thought that might have done it, but strangely less than an hour later, another improbable post appeared on his timeline. When I looked at it more closely, it seemed that it was posted by "Coso", which was an app I had seen that he had granted permissions to. I got him round and removed the permissions and deleted the app's activity on his timeline. I hope that that will do it, but we will monitor his account and see if any other unexpected activity occurs.
Changing his password wouldn't have helped, I don't think, as he had given the app permission to post to his account. And when I clicked on the link to Coso, even Facebook identified the link as potentially malicious, so I guess that they are hoping that people will slowly remove Coso's permissions over time.
So the message is, be careful which apps you give permissions to, and if you see errant posts on your timeline, check if a specific app is posting them. And then nuke that f***er. These apps are taking us for a ride and need to be reined in. Happy hunting...!
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