All I can hear is people typing around me, even above the sound of REM on my MP3 player, but I’m not sure I can find the motivation on this drab Friday afternoon to explain in better English why you need to read the fantastically dull Protocols Porting Guide I’m writing. Is it really only the end of the first week back after the New Year? It seems like I’ve never been away. Even worse,…
Day: January 9, 2004
Unconnected events Two recent, but unconnected events, that have been troubling me recently. The first one happened at Rob’s excellent New Year’s Eve do (a party where, I’m afraid to report, this happened). The first words I heard, on being introduced to Rob’s friend Alex, a man I’d never met before, were “ah! the blogger”, as he shook my hand. Proceeding then to chat to someone I hadn’t met before who knew so much about…