I was talking to someone (I don't know who) about my past; I was describing the Welly Club as it was in the early 80's, at the tail end of the Mrs Wilson years, and we ended up thern.

For some reason, there was a chap there selling records in a corner of the bar area: he looked like Dave Langford (hell, he may have been Dave Langford). I spotted ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed that Java code was leaking from my computer through some sort of quantum tunnelling effect, making it impossible to be sure that a program, let alone the machine itself, was really shut down.

This morning, I discovered (via bradhicks) the following:

Your Score: Eeyore

You scored 17 Ego, 17 Anxiety, and 8 Agency!


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