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Away . . .
Oct. 17th, 2001 10:15 pmI've been away. I was in Edinburgh over the weekend seeing my folks, who were through there from Ayr for a couple of days. Nothing notable happened and I didn't meet anyone else. On the way back down on Monday, though, I bumped into a bloke called jeff I used to vaguely know back in Ed at uni. Actually, having just come from there, I bumped into him on the train from Peterborough to Ely, which is a bit odd. He's just started doing a PhD on some 27-metre-long Jurassic fish or other.So he's been keeping himself busy.
Monday night was quiet. Yesterday at work I got some stuff done, and then went to the Calling (of course). Loki was the guest and opted for the middle set. Patrick and I then decided that he'd go first and I'd go last. The other two were fine, but as for my set . . . well, let me just point out that there are savages living in the highlands of New Guinea, unacquainted with news or radio (or indeed music), whose oral tradition has already adopted my set from last night as the new paradigm and epitome of all that is cack-handed and worthless. Maybe I should retire from this disco business. Even a rest for a year or two would probably help.
And today, at work . . . I was vaguely productive again. We're gradually being chased out of the lab. It's getting harder and harder to do our own sequencing reactions instead of using the pooling arrangements, which I think is a shame. Still, there may be more room once we've moved down to the West Lido. We'll see.
Monday night was quiet. Yesterday at work I got some stuff done, and then went to the Calling (of course). Loki was the guest and opted for the middle set. Patrick and I then decided that he'd go first and I'd go last. The other two were fine, but as for my set . . . well, let me just point out that there are savages living in the highlands of New Guinea, unacquainted with news or radio (or indeed music), whose oral tradition has already adopted my set from last night as the new paradigm and epitome of all that is cack-handed and worthless. Maybe I should retire from this disco business. Even a rest for a year or two would probably help.
And today, at work . . . I was vaguely productive again. We're gradually being chased out of the lab. It's getting harder and harder to do our own sequencing reactions instead of using the pooling arrangements, which I think is a shame. Still, there may be more room once we've moved down to the West Lido. We'll see.
