They thought he was a goner
Back from my holiday, which was absolutely bloody excellent. Expect field notes on the 2003 tour of the “Men With Big Stones” (I wanted so, so much to get a T-shirt with that on) at some point when I transfer them from my Zaurus and then finish them off.
Every Opera user in the world mailed me to say that I’d missed a comment closing tag in my image replacement article, so that’s now fixed, and thanks all. Seems to have got a certain amount of attention while I was away, even if I was clearly unwittingly picking up Seamus Leahy’s brainwave out of the ether.
Of course, kryogenix decided to go tits up repeatedly while I was away, and fixing it from inside a crop circle isn’t all that trivial. Should be OK now, although it wouldn’t have happened had I worked out how to fix damned Vellum so that it worked properly. Sigh. More work to do.
It is way, way too hot. People not from England probably think that we’re all pathetic for not coping with 36C temperatures, but it’s still too damned hot. If I wanted to live on the sun then I’d move.
Anyway, I’m back. Time to go get another drink and avoid writing code…
You’re quite right about the heat. It’s supposed to last until September – I fear I’ll be dead by then. It’s at times like these I miss good old Scottish rain.
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[...] Last weekend the Gentlemen’s Philosophical Society of Elvet travelled to York for the Men With Bigger Romans tour, this year’s installment of the Men With Big (Stones | Thrones | Moans) holiday fact-finding field trip extravaganza series. It was glorious. I have discovered that York Brewery make excellent beer, that Sp. Manlius Fronto (or Tim to his friends) is better at Smuggle (caveat PDF) than I am, even if you steal half his money while he’s in the toilet, and that the Romans left a lot of stuff lying around the lovely city of Eboracum before they ran off to become the Byzantine Empire. Gn. Quinctilius Praetextatus took some pictures of the GPSoE in his official role as secretary of the Society, so good work fella. We’re doing this again next year. [...]
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