damerell

I suppose I should produce another outpouring of waffle, although there's little to report. Work continues much as ever; B-Movie is really good; bits fall off the bicycle; but you know all that stuff.

Hm. This month I have been not drinking. Sadly I completely fail to conform to the stereotype - no pink elephants, no desperate cravings, no swigging meths in the garage (not least because we possess neither) - the cold turkey experience is mildly irritating in pubs with interesting beers, and that's about it. Coffee would be another matter.

The Psion is dead, alas - the screen cable's gone. In theory it can be fixed with conductive paint - a preliminary fiddle suggested this would be possible but infernally difficult, since I could make it work in any orientation save the one it's in when the machine is operating. I suppose it could be worse.

I discover to my joy having replaced my bottom bracket that I'm actually faster on the bike; the increased chainring rub with the old one neatly absorbed what I suppose must have been more whack from me. So I'm suitably smug there - but the coming of spring offers me an opportunity to get another stupidly shaped suntan...

NTL are a bunch of fucking useless muppets - also no news there.