Allatsea has faced gun toting drunk border guards in Malabo, irate wives, irate husbands, mad mums, lunatic socialists (aren’t they all), mono-syllabic fascists, life leeching tax inspectors, rabied doggies and Margate’s finest BUT none of those occasions have EVER given rise to so much angst and worry as dealing with in-house produced software like wot he’s dealing with today gnash gnash gnash.
Details won’t be revealed here save to say life would be a lot easier if said software would disappear in flash of cyber justice.
On a happier note, dropped the van off at the mechanics in Westgate earlier on. Needed to get back to the desk sharpish (to deal with errant software mentioned above) and rather than spend half an hour walking the two miles back to the Towers, bundled the old ATB into the back of the van and used it to ride back. Wanting to avoid the risk of being run down by yer typical rush hour jamjar hero he took the seafront promenade route. The tide was up, right up, wavelets lapping at the rails, there was no wind, co clouds, no-one else about. Gorgeous, absolutely wonderful ride home. It really is, a very lovely place to live. Sometimes though, familiarity breeds contempt. It had in this case until this morning opened his eyes again.
Nine thousands tonnes of jacket going walkabouts in Verdal, Norway.