Cathedral of Sound
Ok, so Rick Wakeman was AWESOME. Nothing much else to say, really, other than that the show was amazing, the lights gorgeous and the music beautiful. Hampton Court Palace was the perfect venue for the show.
I saw a few friendly faces around Egham and one distinctly unfriendly one - said person has already written a startlingly mature post about me on her LiveJournal. Well, I don't care about her opinion anyway. The girls at work love my hair, and Tak, who I dropped in on, reckoned that I looked straight out of a rock concert "as usual". So, that being the case, I'm not going to trade more blows with such a lowly person. I have an awesome life and a great group of friends, plus I love my job. Her and her friend's insecurities are none of my business anymore, thank goodness.
It's amazing just how drama-free my life has been since I graduated. The worst it's got has been whether a problem was with the application that I've inherited or the network/firewall - my problem or the sysadmins' problem. Intellectual back-and-forthing, followed by deep analysis and resolution. It wasn't my problem, for the record.
Egham was beautiful as always. I'm probably going to spend a long weekend down there after the exams to catch up with all my old friends before they graduate or go home for the summer. Since it's exam time, I didn't feel that it was fair to contact anyone and ask for a couple of hours of their time when they could be revising. I didn't want to be the distraction that damaged their chances. As it was, I got to see Tak. I wasn't planning on disturbing his revision, but it turned out that he was having the day off. He texted me just before I got on the train back to London, and in the resulting discussion revealed that he was extremely free. Opportunity only knocks once, so I went over to his for a couple of hours. He gave me a Lucky Star pocket watch, too, quite randomly. It is a thing of beauty and I am going to wear it for formal occasions, quite subversively.
I really should go to bed now, I guess.
Good night.
I saw a few friendly faces around Egham and one distinctly unfriendly one - said person has already written a startlingly mature post about me on her LiveJournal. Well, I don't care about her opinion anyway. The girls at work love my hair, and Tak, who I dropped in on, reckoned that I looked straight out of a rock concert "as usual". So, that being the case, I'm not going to trade more blows with such a lowly person. I have an awesome life and a great group of friends, plus I love my job. Her and her friend's insecurities are none of my business anymore, thank goodness.
It's amazing just how drama-free my life has been since I graduated. The worst it's got has been whether a problem was with the application that I've inherited or the network/firewall - my problem or the sysadmins' problem. Intellectual back-and-forthing, followed by deep analysis and resolution. It wasn't my problem, for the record.
Egham was beautiful as always. I'm probably going to spend a long weekend down there after the exams to catch up with all my old friends before they graduate or go home for the summer. Since it's exam time, I didn't feel that it was fair to contact anyone and ask for a couple of hours of their time when they could be revising. I didn't want to be the distraction that damaged their chances. As it was, I got to see Tak. I wasn't planning on disturbing his revision, but it turned out that he was having the day off. He texted me just before I got on the train back to London, and in the resulting discussion revealed that he was extremely free. Opportunity only knocks once, so I went over to his for a couple of hours. He gave me a Lucky Star pocket watch, too, quite randomly. It is a thing of beauty and I am going to wear it for formal occasions, quite subversively.
I really should go to bed now, I guess.
Good night.