I managed to lock myself out this morning. I realised pretty much the second I closed the door behind me. Felt momentarily stupid and fired off an SMS message to the one person who has a key! Worry returned later when we thought the key might have been ditched in a clean-up of the 'this key doesn't fit anything here so I don't need it' variety! Finally got back in, feeling somewhat dumb and rather dejected about 7pm. It's been a long day...
This about sums up this week - timewasting and pointlessness. Finding work hard going - since, after two productive weeks, we're being slowed to a halt by different working methods. Still managed to catch up and remain relatively calm.
The Police finally catch up with me. Apparently they've been trying to call on me all week, but the investigation team only seem to work office hours! Lots of questions which seem academic since they have someone. After telling them I had no birthmarks that I was aware of, piercings, tattoos or other distinguishing features, I realised just how boring I am!
Lots of Gaia related fiddling today. Distracted from main task at hand by making a nice pretty error handling thing, a DTD for the question modules, and generally doing not much of use.
Last Night of The Proms seems somewhat lacklustre - can't say why, but it lacked a lot of its pomp, and indeed its circumstance this time around. Persuaded some #lemmings to watch via the net, leaving them somewhat confused I think. A bit of an IRC reunion of sorts tonight.
I'm amazed that I managed to avoid mentioning the strange events in Ashcombe Road this week for so long. It seems that sometime in the early hours of Tuesday morning, a man was shot dead in a house in my street. Despite noticing a bunch of Police vehicles and some 'incident tape' in the distance when arriving home on Tuesday, I was blissfully ignorant of the situation until arriving in work on Wednesday when my colleagues filled me in on the news.
The Police seem to think its non-random, and that no-one else is at risk. Hard to say - some odd people live in this street (and no, I don't discount myself - but I'm odd in a solitary way, and therefore likely safe!). Tonight I noticed Police staff making an at best cursory search of the gardens at this end of the street - presumably for a weapon.
I'm sure once I'd have found all this exciting, alarming, even frightening. The way things are here nowadays, its just a bit depressing...
Copy of William Kent's certificate of election to the Society of Antiquaries arrives. Its almost certain that everyone who signed it is long since dead. Indeed, Kent himself was approaching old age when he was elected in 1948. It gives an address which I can follow up, but precious little else.
The search continues...
Lost::MikeGTN
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
