Okay, I got a little obsessive about finishing Gran Turismo 3, but not so obsessive as to create a weblog and post my results to it.
More Carter USM memorabilia is popping up on EBay.
In the text to one of my pics of the day, I wondered what linotype was. Well, Brian posted me this link and this one, which answer everything.
People find it hard to believe when I tell them one of the reasons I quit my last job was boredom. Well, this, is how bored and how much spare time I used to have. I’d spend quite a bit of my time cyberloafing as well.
And some more of Eliza Effect–
Owen found Kate registering at The Jury�s Inn, with what looked like the HR heavy squad in tow. Whilst the white men in black suits registered, he circled long enough to catch the same lift as her. �Hey.�
There was an embarrassed silence as the lift doors closed. They both went for the same floor button. �Which room?� Owen asked.
�Two oh three.�
�Neat. I�m two oh five. Want to, um, get together? I mean we can go out for a meal and stuff and�.�
�I don�t think I can. I promised the boys we�d go out for a meal and find the Gay village.�
�Out the front doors, turn right, up the road, right at the second set of lights then left before the canal.�
�I�ll take them, have a meal and leave them. Meet you here at eight.� She kissed him quickly on the lips before the doors opened.
�Why are we out here, again?�
�Because the head of HR booked in and has the room between ours.�
�So. Well, I am a bit vocal, aren�t I?�
�And stop grinning. I just don�t want to give him anything to gossip about.�
They could hear cars on the motorway, and water in the river. �Dark, isn�t it?�
They kissed, and shuffled around to get good leverage. Kate moved closer. �Ow.�
�Hmm. Here try moving this way�.�
�Ow. No, that�s no better.�
�Just let me move this. Is that better?�
�Yeah.� Kate shuffled over, half way onto his seat. �Are we moving?�
�Nah, can�t be��. Shit!�
The car came to an abrupt halt as Owen pulled on the hand brake. �Ooops.�
�Don�t apologise. I�m the one who nearly rolled us into the Mersey.�
Silence for a moment, then Kate eyed up the back seat. �This thing�s a four door isn�t it?�