It has not been a good three weeks for me. No, not at all. But I will endeavour not to make this post all doom and gloom. 🙂 My final day at work (29 January) was special in many ways. The amount of affection coming my way from my colleagues was stunning. So were the number of hugs. 🙂 A lot of people felt that my role should not have
Some of you may remember that toward the beginning of this century I wrote two management text books. With my redundancy rapidly approaching (29 January) I contacted my old publishers (Software Publications). I had been working on a new textbook for them a few years back before my last eye infection sent me blind for a couple of months and subsequent eye issues kept me from doing much
I’ve managed to pry Rhiannon off my PC in order to write a post 🙂 Just wanted to share my Christmas with you all. Hence this might be an incredibly tedious post. I’m just warning you. After all, I don’t want you sitting there reading (or in one case listening to Rupert) and getting all anticipatory (is that a real word?) and then suddenly… nothing. Like a big bad nothing.
Yep – another self-indulgent post! Anyway, sorry folks for not posting for a week. Since signing my redundancy I have had much to dwell upon. Also, my daughter has taken over my computer
Hi folks, Sunday was a proud day for me, albeit probably a sore-ear day for those around me. Rhiannon had her annual dance concert. As I have mentioned before, Rhiannon studies dance and theatre at the Miss Patricia Yvonne Academy, part of the EDTA school. Rhiannon often gets called upon to sing and this time, because she was struggling with the rhythm of her medley, I was asked a few
Ok – I had not intended to post today. I have a huge number of photos from the Tower of London and I was really trying to think of how best I could present them. Maybe a post about the outside of the Tower and its environs. Then a day later a post about inside the buildings, focusing upon armour and weapons. Not sure yet. But then today I went
First I will apologise for the awful pun in the title, especially as I never use the term “booby” in my normal conversations. OK – here’s the story of what happened to me on the way home tonight. I step off the train. It is night time and the station is mostly deserted. Dark. A few sad souls stand there waiting for a train that is obviously not the one
Today I realised that in a few years I would need a shotgun and a rocking chair. I subconsciously practiced the phrase “Son, what are your intentions with my daughter?” So what caused this train of thought? Well, today Rhiannon competed in a dance competition. She’s now 11, but since the age of 3 has been learning ballet, tap and contemporary dance at the local EDTA (Education in Dance and
1337 Let me take you back to the year 2000. It was late at night and I sat alone bathing in the soft light of my computer monitor. Death played on the screen in the form of HalfLife Deathmatch – a first person shooter game. I was SoulThief and that game was my escape from the world. Among my online friends was a player named FrankBooth. For the uninitiated let
