( A peaceful bit of river, random Cheltenham homebrew electricity, a rather nice dress. )

(Spam vaguely useful for something shocker)

Standards are clearly slipping. I was in the same room as quercus, we each had a sockpuppet, and yet no mention was made of the Usenet. (There was a reason mine had the visage of a boggle-eyed loon) For a laugh, I sent a picture of it to a complete stranger. I'll lay the blame at the knees of this 'having a ( Read more... )

It's time to hand in my idle bugger card and start looking for lycra things to wear:

(i) This afternoon, while waiting in a particularly well-chilled computer room for one of the semi-intelligent PDUs to restart, I started doing sit-ups to keep warm. They were easy.

(ii) I'm rather looking forward to the running-club-thing in two weeks.

One of the odder things I did at big school (other than turn up regularly) was work at the school press. This was an ex-book cupboard (ex-cupboard, rather than store for things that had once been books and were now embarking on second careers as rocket salesmen or wing-loss adjusters) that ponged of printing ink, paraffin, cardstock and teenage ( Read more... )