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From now on I would like to be known as "MC Phat Digital Puppy", my new DJ name courtesy of the DJ name generator which I found whilst reading VodkaBird. Big up sista, innit! Reeespec!

Almost forgot. On my way up to London last night a gaggle of about six young ladies got on the train. I stood up, and moved my bag and coat so that they could sit down. There I was surrounded by gigging fifteen year olds reading my book when .... OH NO MY FLY IS UNDONE. Nice out isn’t it?

Quote of the evening from Simon. We were discussing the fact that messrs Bush and Blair are warmongers. He said “At least they’re not fishmongers, I hate fish”.

The results of the Conclusive Guinness Experiment (Guinness free version) were also inconclusive. OK, you can get pissed on fruit juice but, you recover really quickly so it doesn’t count. Does it? I feel great this morning after Simon, Paul and myself spent more than five hours drinking jugs of cocktails in the same way we usually drink beer, quickly. Margueritas, daquiries (frozen and not), lots of mojitos, a sputnik or two followed by loads more mojitos and a particularly nasty cubana iced tea (see cocktail menu for contents). That got us safely to eleven thirty when I had to leave to play “staying awake on the train Russian roulette”, one long blink and you end up in Portsmouth. Didn’t blog due to extreme knackeredness. I could have if I’d wanted to but I had the choice of blogging or snuggling up to a warm sleepy Cathy, bugger the blog thought I.

We had a great idea for a cocktail. Well we thought up a name “The Devil’s Avocaat” (geddit?). Now we need a little help with the ingredients, any suggestions will be shaken, or stirred and drank (probably).

The results of the Conclusive Guinness Experiment a couple of weeks ago may have been inconclusive. Subject A and subject B both reported that the data may have been corrupted with fruit juice in the shape of margeritas, daquiries and mojitos. So, in the spirit of good science and to eliminate the possibility of corrupted data this time, we’re going to try the Conclusive Guinness Experiment again, without the Guinness this time.

It’s impossible to get pissed on fruit juice.

I shall attempt to blog when I get home to prove that you can’t get pissed on fruit juice. A lack of blogging or a presence of incoherent blogging will indicate that the results were not significant and that we should probably try again using Guinness without the fruit juice.

So if you find yourself in the vicinity of Cubanas near Waterloo station this evening watch out for sober, scientific people talking loudly about blogging and stuff.

You have got to try the Guess the Dictator and/or Television Sit-Com Character game. It is safe for work.

via Spunky the Monkey.

Images of Robbie Coltraine and Eric Idle and an annoying theme tune are flying through my head because of this.

I mentioned last week that I need to broaden my professional skill set and that I would be doing some reading, thinking and planning in the near future. I had a couple of suggestions for reading material from people who have taught me a lot in the past (about drinking as well as technology). I’ve had a think, made some lists of books to be read, websites to visit, training courses to find and so on.

So, this week, I are mostly reading about Extreme Programming. I’ve had a gentle introduction to the subject and have bought (and started reading) Extreme Programming Explained. At first glance it makes a lot of sense. I’ll post my thoughts when I’ve had a chance to digest it a bit so that they can be ridiculed by much smarter people than me.

Moments like this make my life a pleasure ...

Sam and I are hiding from Mummy on the sofa. Sam is clearly visible behind me and a pile of cusions, in an “I can’t see you so you can’t see me” situation. He’s giggling frantically and whispering “quick, hide, hide, hide”. After some prompting, mummy enters the room ....

Mummy: “Where’s Sammy?”
Daddy: “I don’t know.”
Mummy: “Has he gone upstairs?”
Sam: “No”
Mummy: “Where is he then?”
Sam: “Boo!”

User: When will it be ready?
Me: What do you want?
User: I’ll get back to you on that. When will it be ready?
Me: When you tell me what you want, then I’ll tell you when it will be ready.
User: Will it be ready by Friday?

More than eighteen years experience in IT and I still get annoyed by this conversation.

Keeping abreast of current affairs I found this. Now, I’m no expert but if done under the right conditions, soft lights, romantic music, a couple of gin and tonics I’m sure that it would probably help.

Does this mean that we can look forward to a “friendly FORE” incident.

Last week I mentioned my mate Tony who doesn’t have a blog yet. I hassled him a bit, and now he has a blog. I’m sure he’ll provide plenty of entertainment when he gets rolling so have a look at the intriguingly named farcough when you get a chance.

Does this make me a parent blog? I'm sooooo proud.

Sam and I drove mum to my sister’s place in South Wales on Sunday. It gave us a chance to visit Sue and her three girls. Sam was in his element , three older cousins plus two of their mates to play with. “Big girls!” he said with a gleam in his eye, that’s my boy.

Nice moment of the weekend, my mum reading “One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish” by Dr Seuss to Sam in a Yorkshire accent.