pick 'n' mix

so the wizard of oz has been booted out of murrayfield after a lackluster period in charge. it's unfortunate it had to come to this, but at least the sru acted promptly. i just hope and prey that gregor townsend, or teflon to his admirers, has gotten over his bout of butterfingers, should he be allowed to don the blue shirt again.

i'm always surprised how much i miss oasis, but i never just how much until they're back on the scene. here liam gallagher spouts off about the state of the music scene at the moment. his comment about bloc party is priceless.

i'm quite enjoying this election. it seems the tories are doing everything in their power to lose, even if that means trying to infect hospital patients in the process.

ceremony

good god, it has been a while. the last week has been taken up with work commitments and recovering from a lovely pub crawl around the old haunts of edinburgh. oh, and neil, the "new" old fire-station will become a local again. you knowsit.

so i'm on a course for microsoft exchange this week in an area of edinburgh called beaverbank (it's a bank! for beavers!). the course itself is a bit melon twisting, but enjoyable none the less. it's all cd based, which means it's basically an american talking about said subject. it also means that after 5 days you sound like you've just just stepped off the 8.00am greyhound from el paso, but i digress.

the problem i find with these things is usually the presenter. the bloke doing this course is acutally pretty good. a jovial sort, he knows his stuff and is not afraid to drop a little sarcasm into the proceedings. always a good thing. the worst one i can remember was one that was presented by a very grey looking-monotoned voiced bloke. i'm not being cruel here, he knew his stuff, and he's a published author of several computer texts, but think about the way lion-o used to talk in thundercats (got.....to......get.....to.....etc....etc.....). in other words, slow and low.

it's bearable for the first day, but two days later you want to (a) wind him up a bit, see if he goes any faster, and (b) throw the monitor out the window. think john major reading you a tax form, and you'll get the jist of it.

still, he could have been glasweigan, so i guess i can be thankful for that.