That just about says it all, and if you really want to find out more after that, tough... I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you!
And what's he doing on h2g2?
Erm, not a lot, usually lurking or avoiding doing any real work! Occasionally getting round to finishing an entry for the edited guide, and frequently attempting to wind up various BBC employees!
While I'm not actually annoying people, I have been known to write the occasional entry for the edited guide...
Scotch Whisky (So just where did you think the name came from in the first place?)
I do seem to have my name attached to another 21 edited guide entries, but they are either someone else's work I've sub-edited, collaborative entries, or those entries other people have been kind enough to jointly credit me with...
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I'm officially a 42ism... Oct 1, 2009
Not really a meaningful number anywhere else but on this site... But there you go... I'm officially the answer to life, the universe and everything.
(Although most people who know me might say I'm usually the problem, not the answer!)
This is for my own benefit rather than anyone else's... As it'll probably not mean much to anyone else.
Spent my first week at work - back after three weeks holiday and am suffering from the blues - won't be seeing my son for three weeks as he's now on holiday with his mum - have an emotional 'love' life that's completely screwed up and insanely compliated, have been seconded to another company and am living out of a suitcase in a miniscule, boiling hot studio flat 200 miles from by own home and it was 97°F in the shade this afternoon... (Oh, and the actual work I'm doing is very stressful and sucks big time!)
All in all, not a recipe for a happy, contented Whisky you might think.
So after work this evening, I come back to my cupboard of a flat, decide I can't stick staring at four walls all evening so, despite the fact I hate going to a restaurant alone, I grab the nearest book (without even checking the title) and head out of the door looking for somewhere/something to eat.
The food was, if I was objective about it, probably nothing special, but, for some obscure reason, the combination of a restaurant terrace in a small french market town, the company of Ernest Hemingway's Old Man and the Sea - which I actually picked up in a second hand bookshop a couple of weeks ago, a slight breeze to counter the heat of the evening (still well over 80°F), a guitarist in the background singing Spanish folk songs (quite why he was singing spanish songs in the middle of France I don't know) and three hours taken over a meal, have left me feeling about ten years younger, completely calm and happier in my own company than I've felt for years...
Just a combination of things that turned a lousy week into a near perfect evening
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