The Wind Blows
Storms lashing the UK again:
I've just had my second miserable commute into work in as many days. Yesterday it was torrential rain, today fallen trees blocking the roads between Croydon and Sutton.
Don't you just love January?
QotD: It Was Kismet
How did you meet your current, or most recent, significant other?
I met her at the front door of a flat she shared with nicola in New Cross.
My girlfriend of the time was standing right next to me.
Ooops.
QotD: Forward My Mail
In which fictional world/universe/land/city would you most like to live?
Submitted by glenn is the new chuck.
None of them. Why? Well, think about it. What makes them attractive as entertainment is exactly what would make them unattractive to live in.
I'd rather not live in constant fear of being slaughtered by orcs / having my brain scooped out and placed in a cyber body / have my apartment traipsed through by crime scene teams with implausible effective gadgets after my death.
Really, that would just suck.
Group Hug!
So...
While I've been insanely busy getting corporate blogging going, Vox got around to launching their groups feature. And very interesting it is, too.
Those who work alongside me should have been invited to a private work group by now. (If you haven't, send me a private message).
Some others who read this might be interested to note the World of Warcraft group. The rest of you can just point and laugh at us.
Sick. Sick as a dog.
I am feeling exceptionally sorry for myself this morning. I'm curled up in bed with every duvet and blanket I can find on top of me, because I just don't seem to be able to keep warm. Had a very unpleasant night, the details of which I will not share with you.
Being ill is a bad thing. It needs to go away.
Wet, Wild & Walking
You'll find more in my growing New Year 2007 collection.
From the iPod #1
I recommend it highly if you ever have to spend a few hours correcting other people's Movable Type template errors.
Back at the Coal Face
After an entertaining 20 minutes prising my wife out of bed with a crowbar this morning (she wanted to be up at a reasonable hour this morning, and knew she wouldn't manage it alone), I am now back in the office.
I note that IS have (briefly) broken Movable Type while I was away, and that Windows Live Messenger is no longer working.
And I've had my quota of coffee for this morning.
I suspect that this is going to be a long, hard day.
Break for lunch
The long slog home has not proved too bad so far. Finally found an open pub for a spot of lunch.
Books, Glorious Books
This year's literary haul from my family:
