So long, B-roq.

"Why, thankyou!", he'd reply.

Other stuff seems a little irrelevant in light of B-roq's departure, so I will revert into true Engineer mode and give a set of dot points!

I hit Chris with the squash ball rather hard accidently. All I could do was laugh and say sorry at the same time, a hallmark of sincerity and compassion. I slept with one eye open.

I went and saw an old friend's band, called 'Rock Sausage' at a pub. Their advertising poster had the statue of David with an enormous schlong dangling around its knees. They were awesome. When he finished he started buying us loads of piss. Choco tried to get me to play Xbox when we got home, but I couldn't focus on the screen and fell off the couch. When I awoke I swore on the balls of Odin that I would never drink again. Got drunk again that night, apologized to Odin in the morning.

The expletive fan on the expletive graphics card was sounding like a expletive chainsaw when I got home. It's out of warranty, so I've spent a lot of this evening pulling it off, then extracting a completely inappropriately sized fan from a broken power supply and jury rigging it onto the graphics card with an expletive hot glue gun and soldering iron. This is not funny or interesting. If I had to waste time on that crap, you should waste time reading it, offseting the potential advantage you may have had in our race to take over the world.

I gotta keep one step ahead of the Bumrush fairy.

I have 110,000 frequent flyer points burning a hole in my pocket. Enough for a return trip to the Yew-kay. Not only that, but I have a spare page in my passport and I speak fluent English. Coincidence? Not bloody likely. Fate? Fate is for suckers. DESTINY? You bet your sweet, sweet nuts (or nut equivalent).