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Paul and I went to Madrid for Easter. Weird how that happened – the original idea of going to Russia fell through, so as a last-ditch random effort, Paul's said “How about Madrid ?”. I couldn't think of a compelling reason why not to go, and so before we knew it we found ourselves waiting…
Finally, a useful side effect of picking a tightarse Tuesday budget airline to fly with !! Since getting to the UK I've been talking about hopping over to Germany to go visit me ol' high school chum Wib, and I finally got around to it. It turned out not to be that complex a proposition,…
My idiot co-worker (who I've successfully avoided bitching about thus far) raised another one of his inane complaints the other day, this time not to do with the software. Apparently the fan on my PC case is disturbing the dust on his desk and making him sneeze more than usual, and could I do something…
What seems like about 100 years ago, I got to go to my first stadium gig. Wembley Arena (not Wembley Stadium, cos it's not properly built yet & the roof keeps falling in). Yeah, so anyway, still a big venue. And luckily my seat was about halfway up the side, so I could just make…
Time flies, therefore, am having fun. Lots to report, and no time to currently do it in. In the meantime, here's an interesting fact which Wazza dug up: The name of the first Dutchman in space was Wubbo Ockels.
I HATE Stansted Airport. Stansted Express – late & running slowly. Stansted security queue – manned by George “The Animal” Steele's less able-minded stunt double. But then, with typical British efficiency, my 2040 departing plane boards at 2050. Oh and some dickhead with one of those wheely bags accidentally drops it on the boarding stairs…