Too reliant on technology?

Upon returning home thirty minutes ago (from a day that included three hours of strenuous yet hopefully successful negotiations and then a long look around the contents of a now defunt F1 team being auctioned off at the end of the week), I discovered that not only had my PC router decided to die, but that the weather was such that my Sky box cannot receive a signal.

My router being down means I cannot use the phone in my office, or get online to any of my systems, or check certain email accounts. I am posting this off my mobile phone, which is connecting only at the slowest GPRS speeds possible.

Therefore tonight I shall be forced to do something different. I am unsure as to whether read a book or to sit slowly rocking back and forth with a shotgun, waiting for the inevitable end of the world.

I shall either be back tomorrow, or you can read about my paranoid meltdown in all the major media outlets in the morning.

Describe yourself in six words

Something fun for a Thursday.

You have six words to use to describe yourself in, you must use six words and they must be formed into a sentence.

My effort based on my week so far – “Invariably died of a heart attack”

Adrenalin drinking

We discovered this phenomenon last Wednesday after a long, tiring, frustrating and ultimately successful day testing one of our race cars.

Luckily, the workshop and mechanics live nearby to the circuit, unluckily myself and one of my drivers live some three hours drive away, so we stayed in a very good yet cheap hotel near to the track, so that we could not only have a beer after a long day, but also wouldn’t be faced with a long drive home at the end of the day.

We walked into the hotel at 6pm, checked in at the bar (surely a bad sign? ), and then had a pint. Never has a beer tasted so good. We had endured a very slow morning with the car on jacks trying to find a kink in the fuel line so that we could get the car running and then a fault free afternoon where the ran ran for three hours without skipping a beat.

Naturally the first beer didn’t touch the sides, neither did the second and it could be argued that the third didn’t really do the job either.

The bar closed at midnight and we were the last to leave, staggering up the stairs to the room before passing out in an alcohol fuelled haze. Much hilarity ensued as we saw the lighting on the stairs and naturally assumed we were being beamed into a space craft -

After breakfast and much coffee the next morning, we settled the bill to find that we had spent more on alcohol than we had on the room*, and thus the phrase “Adrenalin drinking” was born.

*In our defence, we had bought the three mechanics a couple of beers too, but it appears that we ourselves were exceptionally thirsty.

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Lost in duvet

I have finally changed my bed from the divan box bed that I’ve had for as long as I can remember, to a king size wooden one.

The delivery from Dreams finally came yesterday and I had been advised at the point of sale that the bed would need minimal assembly. This turned out to equate to complete assembly required and the assembly notes indicated that this would take an hour. Now I am a competent person and I know my way round my tool box, but it took the best part of three hours to put the damn thing together.

Still, the difference from a double bed to a king size bed is immense. I swear that this morning it took ten minutes to find my way from the centre of the bed to the edge so that I could get up.

The new mattress is the firmest one I could find. I laid (and/or flomped) on most of the mattresses in the show room and ended up going back to the first one suggested by the somewhat young salesman. I tell you, it was sheer luxury and for once, I am looking forward to going to sleep tonight, as I suspect is the dog who is up there asleep right now.