Closed the sale of Old House (7 weeks after moving into New House).  Worked out pretty well in the end; paid a net £27K (plus tarting and fees and two months of double mortgages) for a substantially larger property, with the added advantage of not being next to a jet engine test facility.

My tax money goes on what?

Taliban Top Trumps, courtesy of the BBC.  A promising start, but needs some expansion packs.  Also, needs some errata (note the AK-47 "caliber" (further note the inability of BBC "researchers" properly to spell their own language)).

Otter madness

In their haste to drop their trousers down and bend over for Rolls Royce, it seems like my local councillors may have made a bit of an oopsie.  A Go Directly To Jail oopsie.

As the local hippies luddites fine upstanding residents have been saying, we they don't mind them building it, but building it right on that spot was somewhat... rash.

So while it looks like it's too late to save the otters and whatnot now, after six months of bulldozing the crap out of the site, at least the councillors should be given a stiff dose of British Jockish justice.  They may even have to return their bribes.

Citroen 2CV C3, mid term report

Apart from one slight Gallic tantrum, not a bad little motor vehicle.  Returns 50 mpg[1], £50 spent so far on servicing, group 3 insurance, can fit a washing machine inside if necessary.  Definitely a girls' car though.

Citroen Scenic Picasso, short term report

Mildly clunky gearshift going into 3rd, other than that, well mannered and practical.  Very conducive to unhurried progress, and I don't mean in a "because it's pointless" way.  All front wheel drive cars should have dash-mounted gearshifts.  All cars should have digital instruments.  Enough with this spinny-dial stone age crap.  Also, mandating trip computers that show mpg and distance to next fill-up would be the single biggest contribution that any government could make to reducing carbon emissions.  The urge to beat your personal best is strong.

It lies, of course.  The trip computer says 38mpg; the pump says not.  Need more testing to confirm.

Also, pretty much a girls' car.

Mercedes B class.  I don't have one, but I have to say that find it appalling and disgusting that Mercedes could make a girls' car that men might purchase without knowing it.

Farmgirl sexxors

Yeeee haw.  Bit of a mistake taking Mr Rogerborglet to the sprog-farm, then returning for a quickie though.  The temptation to ring in sick was compelling.  Fortunately, my staunch professionalism carried the day[2], and I have come in to work in order to carry out my tasks of staring apathetically at broken builds and correcting the spelling in documents that nobody will ever read.

Annual review

Top of the class, fuckers.  Apparently I pick up issues so fast that I finish peoples' problem descriptions for them... with solutions.  That doesn't sound like me, but then I don't really pay that much attention to what I'm doing.

Also, someone has to win the Special Olympics.  It's not whether you finish first, it's who you beat off.

Meh. Still on track for an end of year IPO.  Stay on target.

[1] Proper gallons, convert as necessary to funny foreign ones.

[2] Shut up.  Yes it did.