With a mighty roar…

…he unsheathed his enormous Fireblade, whipped it out, laid waste to the heathen hordes, wiped it and whipped it back in again. Well not quite, but my beloved bike has been off the road for most of the winter and it is now fixed and ready for scrarification duties again.

Them immobilisers do exactly what it says on the packet – especially when they’re knackered.

Scream if you wanna go faster!

Reality check, I shall probably be doing the very best impression of a chicken-shit biker for the next few days until my biking cojones grow back.

Go scriosa cúnna ifrinn do chuid calóga arbhair

Or as we would say in England, "May the hounds of hell destroy your cornflakes".

The next phase of our project (currently in System Test, bang on time and as close to being ready for System Testing as Mr Far Away on his Big Far Away Day Out) will take a huge amount of data from a mainframe based in Ireland and slot it, seamlessly, into our system: all at the flip of a switch, in the blink of an eye, at the drop of a hat, as if by magic.

I feel that we may be needing The Irish Curse Engine.


via Davezilla

As Spiderman once said

With great norks comes great responsibility. Well, that's how I remember it anyway. You all know me, I'm a fan of the slightly more curvaceous lady (within reason of course). The fuller figure is full of vigour in my book, if you get my drift. But, don't be letting this go to your pretty little heads girls, you've still got to look where you're going. I almost got my eye taken out a few minutes ago due to a sudden change of direction in a rather tight passage (oooer!).