Ooh ohh ohh - just now was the first time Gmail had marked any of my emails as spam - I haven’t checked my mailbox for a week or so, and it had found 14 spam messages.

Of which 13 weren’t.

That’s a stunning 92.9% false positive rate. Just as well I don’t use Gmail for anything important.

It’s been two really busy days, trying to finish the staff renewals in the Hammersmith Library before the weekend. Thankfully, there was a coincidal staff day out on Thursday, or else I’d have never managed it. But at 5.30 today I finished everything, except for the little cluster printing issue they “forgot” to mention until 5 o’clock. Fools.

Anyway, that’s me finished my stint in Hammersmith, and I’m back to South Ken for the foreseeable future. Which is nice. And I got paid today, which is even nicer. Drinks are on me.*

And to whoever left their iPod on the Storeroom desk - one, that’s really, really feckin’ stupid, and two, it’s just the right height to prop up the keyboard to a comfortable typing angle.

*Offer for one night only. Large clues may have been given as to which bar I’ll be in. Be there, and prove you’re a geek, cause you’re browsing my weblog on a Friday night.

Even though it was great fun, I’m not sure I’ll be in much of a hurry to try it again. Saturday saw us getting together to do the infamous “Monopoly Board Pub Crawl”, and the foolish decision to attempt it in both order and including stations was made. I didn’t intend to make it the whole way round (especially as I had my digital SLR with me), but, you know, things happen, and I completed the whole lot. Whoops.

You’ll need to wait for Mr Tucker to do his write-up, or for me to get a net connection at home, cause I’m not going to attempt to write it up while I’m at work. I will, however, leave some words here as reminders for me and others in the years to come.

Stilton. Fire hydrant. Champagne. Deaf girls. Handstands. Dropping your trousers. Both of those together. The rain. Bus south of the river. Jude’s prepay Oystercard. The longest escalator on the underground. Sooooo many half-pints.

It’s been pretty busy over the last few weeks, and I’m using that as an excuse for not posting here much. I’ve started work, and things are going well. Except for being currently posted to Hammersmith Hospital, which is out in the provinces somewhere north of White City. It’s so far away from anywhere worth being that the locals chew straw and wear silly hats. Or something like that.

I’ve also moved flat, and am now living in Northfields. Really handy to get to South Ken on the tube - which would be great, if I hadn’t been transferred to Hammersmith Hospital the day after I got the keys to the flat. Grrr. Still, it’s a really nice big place, and was almost exactly what I was imagining I wanted when I started looking through Loot. Shame about the pink bedroom walls, and I hope that doesn’t have a permanent effect on my character.

Ahem. Should really be working, so I’ll leave it there. Maybe I’ll squeeze in some more posts when nobody is watching…