This morning I went chasing wild geese — the job spec mentioned racking, I pointed out to the pimp I couldn't do heavy lifting, she said "not a problem," the interviewers said within five minutes it was absolutely required and they would be having a little word with the arseclowns in question. I am resisting the temptation to send a bill for my time.
It was entertaining getting in — an unexploded World War II bomb had been found near Prince Regent DLR, meaning both the Beckton and King George V lines past Canning Town were ( suspended. )
The broken bed will hopefully be fixed ... next Wednesday.
Today I am frazzled. Send crack.
Later: Met jdforrester in a seedy Whitehall pub to give him a Casio Exilim EX-S600. This is much nicer in low light than the EX-S20 I used for ages. If you want to use it for anything more than a snapshot camera, you need to go through the preprogrammed "Bestshot" modes and fiddle them to your satisfaction. But the sensor is good and it's such a cute little gadget. I feel much better after a couple of beers.
Came home to discover hawkeviper and his shiny new American girlfriend ( Sarah. )