Grrrr

It would be sweary, but I can’t be keffed. Wireless Networks. ADSL modems. Routers. Firewalls. Printers – Network Ready. (HA!) An extra day. Already. Forgetting to set my email to forward to somewhere locally. Dreading the amount of spam tonight. Knackered. Ratty. Vey very fucking ratty.

*sob*

Brief Hi8

Ooops, forgot to say, I’m off for a couple of days, putting in a nice big wireless network and the like, so blogging will be in short supply. I’ll be back tomorrow evening, honest.

Photos

Oh dear. The originals at full size are available if necessary (and why on earth _would_ you want to?), but photos of the BM4 (Blogmeet 4) are now available here. Lori’s photos are available here. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Back

I really should be more hungover than I am. Come to that, I really should be hungover.

And did you remember to put your clocks forward?

Out – BlogMeet 4

Yes, today’s the day of the infamous Blogmeet. I think this is the fourth one now, and it’s the first where we see people in daylight! Be afraid…

Photos will follow, tonight, tomorrow, sometime. The camera’s got a 256Mb card in it, so there should be a couple of good ones. *Grin*

Fan-Mail

An email received today.

Just had to say I loved your rant about Virgin Trains. I work for the lovely company and have put up your rant on the mess room notice board and everyone thought it was well class! apartfrom the management that it becuase it can’t possible be true, its a world class service! Ha Ha

Guestweek

Chuff, that was a struggle. An inspired (if slightly surreal and double-entendre-laden) tale of “The Littlest Cucumber” (each word there links to a different section of the piece of crap silly tale) got me through, and now it’s just the cocktails to organise, so we’re doing OK. God knows what next week will bring.

In other news, I’ve now got to “prettify” a section of the intranet for the council. It’s purely functional at the moment, and the smegwits on the Fourteenth Floor now want it to look pretty, in order to enter some kind of executive pissing contest with another local local authority. Ah joy.

Personally, I thought the point of putting the Chief Execs on the 14th floor was to prove that they actually do shit on people from a very great height…