So much noise!

11:37.10 - Monday 18th August 2003   (Link to This Entry)

Today's one of those days where I'm going to be distracted and interrupted, I can just tell. We have a couple of guys working on the house doing stuff that I have no idea how to do, while M limps around making coffee and so on and I basically try and get on with work.

I am reliably informed that the kids up the street are questioning the poor guy doing the front step until he goes insane. I only hope it's not the Clampet kids from a few doors up, littls sods.

Back on Track

11:41.53 - Monday 18th August 2003   (Link to This Entry)

Just getting the laptop tweaked to perfection as well. I've spent the morning replacing some ODBC Data Sources that were required for some websites to run and created a little front page menu so that I can demo them more easily when speaking to a client. Not that I speak to many clients, you understand - I have people to do that for me. Lawks, I never thought I'd say that!

I've been experiencing problems with the various Video Codec Packs floating about, however. Seems there are quite a few now and most of them include far too many stupid "support" programs to make them worthwhile. Whatever happened to playing stuff in MediaPlayer? Why all these extra players? STOP BLOATING!

Memories...

22:21.21 - Monday 18th August 2003   (Link to This Entry)

Just talking to a couple of mates on MSN and watching Sky One's Road Wars and it reminded me of my 'flat broke' period when I was forced to live in a grotty little ground floor flat at the back of some shops on the seafront.

Aside from the regular night-time visits from the largest, snottiest slugs known to man, I also had to contend with noisy neighbours and - being on a direct line between the pubs and the taxi rank - infrequent visits from inebriated incontinents.

On one occasion I heard a great deal of banging coming from the front of the building of which my flat was at the rear. Expecting the worst I went out to see what was going on and found a shirtless skinhead climbing though the door window he'd just kicked in, two feet off the ground. There were already a lot of people standing round watching (such is Cleethorpes I guess) and someone mentioned that the police were on the way, so I waited round as well.

Unfortunately for our host, he managed to spike himself on the shards of glass he hadn't cleared, but he was so drunk that he didn't actually notice and kept trying to get through anyway.

It was at this point that his bladder gave up.

So there he was, hanging half in, half out of a window with glass shards stuck in his back holding him in, and his bodily fluids mingling on the concrete below. The police did actually arrive at that point but - understandably - none of them actually wanted to touch him. The last I saw of him, he was sat in the middle of the whole mess on the pavement trying to put his shoes on, with my landlord speaking to the cops and trying to find someone to cover the gaping hole in the window.

I moved out shortly after.