back to bloody work, in a converted attic workshop that,s currently running around 36 degrees. Mmm, warm. Then I come home and sit in this converted attic, in front of a bank of PCs, trying to wireless network the bastards...sheesh. Warm here, too.

Retail therapy helped, yesterday at least. New pair of leather kecks and a pair of Raybans as the old ones were just about falling to pieces... and finally got me new phone working and have already SG-personalised it thanx to this flash colour screen effort.

Weird afternoon yesterday as O turned up unexpectedly; I was halfway thru Some Like it Hot on the laptop, in the garden, avec many beers, and the last thing I expected at that point was for her to turn up. There was me thinking I was dealing with things... shite...

Just wish I could figger this wireless shit out.... could browse SG en plein air instead of stuck up here in the grotto...


oh, and I nearly forgot.... we didn't get the fuckin contract for work on Nightmare before Christmas 2. Bunch of arse mate

EDIT: found out why our local pub was closed at our normal Friday visit. Brewery has gone bust, plus a gang of squaddies kicked in the security door at the Dockyard main gate trying to get in last week. As per, the armed forces ruin it for everybody else. Fekkers