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Bloody weather. It's been cold, rainy and incredibly windy all day. I had to go into town to pick up Christmas presents this morning, and it was windier than it had any right to be. My coat was streaming out behind me and, when I turned away from the wind for a moment my glasses were blown straight off my nose. What. The Fuck?
To add insult to injury, the Engineering block is currently under maintenance (to repair the persistently leaky roofing over some of our more vital switchgear and machinery), so the heating is off. When I went in to do some work, there were four of us in a relatively small lab, and still the temperature fell to the point that I was unable to double-click a mouse. Those of you who have seen the speed with which my fingers move on a keyboard will appreciate what I mean when I say these truly were twenty-words-per-minute temperatures.
Whether it was sheer boredom or the effects of said temperatures over five hours or so I don't know, but by the end of the session I was regularly fantasising about the pasta-based meal I was going to have for tea. This worries me: when a guy is thinking about pasta on a five-second basis, there's something wrong.
So it goes. It may surprise those who know me to hear that I have just discovered Metallica. Good tunes :)