I'm leaving the UK soon, so thought that maybe I'd have a beer with macker and anyone else who wants to remind themselves of how fucking great I am, to keep you going in the long, bleak days when I am not near. Evening of Thursday 22nd would suit me best, because I am finishing packing and driving stuff up to storage on Monday to Wednesday. We could go to the normal shitehole on Charing Cross Road, or go to the Queen Mary (boat on the river) if the weather is good.
Despite Smugs best attempts to sabotage my use of the internet (you fucker, what did you do to that machine?) I have used my nefarious powers to aquire Weasels G4 powerbook. It's Gucci. At least it was Gucci. Less so since I spilt gravy on it.
Anyway, cunt, I shall be away so i suppose I will see you in DC. I emphasise that if you drag me to Washingtons equivelant of the Moon Under Water I will destroy you. Let your brother decide a decent venue.
No, you cunt, the last person to use it before it mysteriously stopped working was YOU. I now have to explain to my department why ANOTHER of the laptops they gave me has stopped working (and why another of the laptops they gave me has very dodgy pictures hidden on it somewhere).
As for Ed, I have no idea. The fucker is in Stockholm at the moment and I won't see him before I leave, probably.