The gravity well that is Oxford
...is calling me back. I thought I'd done pretty well, getting enough momentum to actually leave Oxford and move around a bit, but it seems the city just gave me enough rope to hang myself with, metaphorically and geographically speaking.
You see, The Boy Wonder (also now to be referred to as Mr Arralethe) has heard his posting news. He's going to be moved to Brize Norton sometime July-ish, which means I might just be returning to my old stomping grounds, and generally turning up and being unsure as to whether I want people to recognise me or not. Much of this depends on jobs (such as whether there's one down there that I want and am offered) and other intangibles, but I thought you might all want to move to Defcon 4, perhaps. Or at least all invest in a good disguise kit. (But not one between all of you, cos that's be silly and lead to arguments about who's going to wear the moustache).
You see, The Boy Wonder (also now to be referred to as Mr Arralethe) has heard his posting news. He's going to be moved to Brize Norton sometime July-ish, which means I might just be returning to my old stomping grounds, and generally turning up and being unsure as to whether I want people to recognise me or not. Much of this depends on jobs (such as whether there's one down there that I want and am offered) and other intangibles, but I thought you might all want to move to Defcon 4, perhaps. Or at least all invest in a good disguise kit. (But not one between all of you, cos that's be silly and lead to arguments about who's going to wear the moustache).