This is a despatch-less despatch. Written in the absence of email. You're reading this after the fact. How far after I don't know, since I haven't sent it yet.
Anyway. Enough confusion. Time check: 11:45pm, Friday 3 September. I'm still in the damn office. This annoys me, annoys me enough to write this thing, anyway. I came into work this morning to discover that a significant amount of the work I am responsible for was missing from the server. God only knows how, but there you go. If we were organised we'd have last night's back-up from the server to go on, but no - not us. A long time ago someone stopped backing up our server, I don't know who and I don't know why, but no-one ever got motivated enough to do anything about it. Until I came along, and ironically enough, the paperwork for a maintenance contract that would solve the problem arrived on my desk this morning. Lovely... A coincidence? You tell me, gentle reader.
So, I've been burning CDs all day, my eyes hurt, my back hurts, the pubs are shut, I'm travelling home by train... from Slough, the day just gets better and better. I want to go home. So I am, as the last CD has just burnt and Umpteen Gigabytes of Black & Decker bumpf are sat on my desk. Joy.
It's been a strange summer. I'll tell you all about it soon. I promise.
love Matt