It was a very grey day today, classic winter weather in the UK, the epitome of non weather, truly uninteresting in fact so truly uninteresting that it was in fact interestingly uninteresting making today a paradox of metrological boredom. I do have to add to that, that I was at one point in the day out of view of the day, deep within the bowels of the schools classrooms. We are obliged to do our Nuclear Science lesson in a reinforced concrete bunker in the cellar with Professor Frank Isfine who now glows in the dark after a long career of mishaps (sorry teaching).
The Ghost Writer said he
had to deal with the curse of the return to Brecon and a grey office as well as
a long trip on the grey roads. But is fairly chirpy because he found his
elusive trogon horse, as it turned out he found a little herd of virus’s hiding
in an unsuspecting Dell computer. Apparently according to the Ghost Writer
computer virus are like this they reflect nature once one has got its teeth
into its host, others see the weakness and the next think you know the Dell
Gazelle has been brought to its knees and is being picked clean by a gaggle of
nasty critters with pointy teeth. Its like in that movie when Bambi gets eaten
by the terrordactyls and everyone goes AAAAAAAAAAAA I WAS NOT EXPECTING
THAT. As the Ghost Writer says at times both Nature and Computing are
Bastards. I must go now I have things to do and a cat is looking at me
and wagging its tail.
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