You Could Be Forgiven For Thinking I'd Dropped Off The Face Of The Planet
Yep, still at work, getting lashings from The Man...
A 60 and a 70 hour week, including working both days of the weekend have left me a rather bitter and twisted man. I won't launch into the rant that the few of you who've actually seen me have repeatedly heard, but suffice to say there will be some assertive "career realignment" after this episode.
So, if you've emailed me, and are wondering why I've been snobbing you - sorry... I'm tired, I want to cry a lot, boo hoo me...
Did manage to have a splendid thirtieth, and caught one day of the Notting Hill Carnival, which I'll try to write about sometime in the next year or so. I'm going to see The Pixies tomorrow night, and if this project falls over because of us all working out on it, I'll be just begging someone to take it up with me. Oh yes, I will go Jerry Maguire on you all...
Anyway, sorry about the absence, but I'll be getting back to you shortly, one and all.
Your man hallucinating with fatigue,
Arch :)
Arise, Shakin' Symons...
There is a man - who invented beligerent alter-egos - who sits enthroned at the capital of our mighty nation. He's a man of the sharpest wit, the nimblest fingers, and lover of some of the best knitwear I've seen since David Bain was a man about town.
This man has taken me places I've never thought I'd go, from the seedy blues bars of Nagoya, to playing Kiss in my underwear at the legendary Kings Arms. He's cooked me more than my fare share of potatoes, and has left an indelible mark on the hundreds of students he's touched.
"Remember, nobody's perfect."
I've seen him at his slurring worst, and rocking best, and am a richer little man for it.
Today, that man is 30. He's 5 days smarter than me, and it shows.
Happy Birthday Tom Symons, go out and get yourself something nice.
Arch :)
Filler, it's alllll filler...
So, 'this big patient is cured'... yay...
Once I watched enthralled at the shuttle's gentle arc into space. I'm a little more cynical these days. Today on 'Celebrity Space Launch', astronaut Steve Robinson successfully removed two strips of ceramic filler that were protruting from between the protective heat-resistant tiles on the belly of the orbiter Discovery.
Um, why hasn't anyone mentioned why it isn't a problem to remove them? Are they not essential to prevent ingress of 1,500 degree gases between the tile joints?
Well, if I had ceramic fillers plugging my gaps to prevent the ingress of superheated gases, I wouldn't be plucking them so flippantly, let me tell you. Fingers crossed for re-entry, team...
Your man firmly insulated,
Arch :)
