Working in Italy

Bars of sunlight from the Venetian blinds.

It’s warmer in the car park than indoors.

The sky is azure.

Saw a rather lovely 1970s Alfa Romeo GTV on the way to work this morning.

The cruel and ambitious and dark eyed and beautiful project manager is back from her holidays.

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Think I’ll have pasta for tea this evening just to keep the illusion going...

Four Years Later...

In Trouble

Norman Island, one of the British Virgin Islands. Photo by Bareboat Charters Ltd.

I’ve just had a mild reprimand at work.

My crime?

Having several passwords pinned to the partition. Nothing major or fun that would require H.R (Human Remains) and a senior manager to be woken from his slumber, but a crime none the less.

My defence was pretty weak – the passwords were for a test system, and in any case one of them was several months out of date.

I got off with an apology and a promise not to do it again. Honest, mate.

Come to think of it, it's a great pity that we don’t have access to the live system, because if we did a Mr. Smith would be typing this from a beach bungalow somewhere in the British Virgin Islands.

And the crime would be considerably bigger. Heh heh heh.

Gardens of Stone

Sunshine

I've just finished a rather disjointed sunny Easter break by watching Sunshine which was equally disjointed - good in parts but a badly edited badly acted mess in others.

Like many recent films, it seems terrified to spend more than a minute or two for us to get to know the characters. And... if you don't know the characters, you don't care about them, and what happens to them, no matter how spectacular or repulsive their ends may be...

On the other hand I did find the visuals beautiful, and the whole thing was suffused in a kind of aethistic spiritualism which was interesting and unusual.

Equally disjointed were my repairs to Panne on Friday/Sat and my tennis game on Sunday.

One of the many downsides of getting older is just how l-o-n-g your body takes to recover from something like 90 minutes of tennis. My right arm is still aching today and my legs feel almost as bad.

Last thought - judging from the trailer (which [groan] gives far too much of the plot away) 28 Weeks Later looks excellent.