2012 — 30 January: Monday
Again, not the brightest of starts1 to a new day. I've reverted to BBC Radio 3 though I've no idea what's currently jabbing away at my ears. Turned out to be a Norfolk Rhapsody by Vaughan Williams. Who knew? And the fat cat at the top of the RBS greasy pole has apparently decided to forego his bonus. Sensible chap.
Blast from my past
I mentioned I'd been thinking of exposing some, at least, of the quasi-diary formed by a 12-year sequence of weekly letters to dear Mama. Here, for example, is an extract from almost exactly 16 years ago:
Frantic week at work culminating, on Friday afternoon, with my making the current level of our new software available (literally) worldwide via the World Wide Web. In other words, anyone with a suitable connection to the Internet (and that's upwards of 30m people so far, and very rapidly rising) can now get directly to a desktop machine running 24 hours a day and sitting within 10 feet of my desk and download from it to their own machine the software and instructions on how to run it. This is quite a change for IBM! Let's hope it all works, as we know at least 3,000 people were anxious to get their hands on the stuff...
The software being ports of an early level of Java to IBM platforms in this case, of course. I like that "very rapidly rising" :-)
Idly leafing...
... through my own copy of that "Street Jewellery" book, I had to smile at this little gem:
I'll say this much for January: it's a long month. But there's a walk tentatively lined up for tomorrow, and that should see an end to it.
Confession time
I have given up on that 'elegant hedgehog'. You can't win them all. But I did give it over 80 pages. Sorry, Roger!
Next thing you know, it's 22:34 and the eyelids are already starting to droop. Looks like it's going to be bitterly cold tomorrow, too. Brrr.