What a funny week…
Databases here are bouncing around, almost bouncing off the walls. Bouncing like little excited kids on their way to the fairground.
I am now in the main building out here at the Gyle. Beforehand we were comfortable in the surroundings of Keith House, far away from pesky managers and executives. Now we share the same room as some of them and we see them everyday. The fucks.
I could update with all I have been doing of late but that will take a long time, and time is something I don’t have too much of right now. Instead I will tell you that I’m going to get a haircut tonight… Yes, the mop is being cut finally. If you follow me you will see where, and who, is cutting my hair tonight. It is Ally.
Bye bye for now.
10-Mar-03 at 11:18 am | Permalink
Whats it like stuey boy? I simply cant invisage you with a short back and sides. it’d be depriving you of your magical trademark. Like a cat without claws, a shark without teeth, a lion without a roar, a – ok. You get me..
12-Mar-03 at 9:27 am | Permalink
Behold… It is Ally.
And Ally took forth the Sacred Clippers Of Antioch, and did smite the locks, lo even until they lay like chaff upon the ground.
And Stu spake, and said “LORD! Why must my head be thus cold?” to which the LORD replied in a voice like the thunder of winter storms, “Shut it you ginge”.