Of The Puritan Desciples of the Minions of Doom

Much as I whinge about them, I know my Minions of Doom in the PCT (The IT Department) are positively pussycats compared with their brethren elsewhere. So it is I was off to Merseycare and Mossley Hill today to do an RSS sesh for a select few local library folk, principally for Bernie and Cath with a ragtag mob along. I arranged to pick Steve up from the Wimmins (local library spelling before you correct me) and then on to the location of the Space 1999 corridor. Prior to this I am reminded how much the LDB are to be trusted as I locate thanks to our Comms leads a training sesh that they were gonna alert me to but hadn't. Do I trust the booking is the question? Also pull together a potential bid for some money for marketing materials.

I wanna be early to check out the IT situation. Thank non-existent deities I was. We spring Blinklist from the shackles of their version of Nonsense, this place is banned under the heading of 'Entertainment' (when? Nobody told me!). Furl is a big no-no but I expected that. Out of 4 laptops we manage to raise from the dead 2 machines. Not an ideal environment. Tracy and Helen come and give me more moral support than I expect they realise. On the positive side the crew is good and there are some lively and sensible discussions about use which is really what I want the sessions to prompt. In fact probably the best sesh I've done in terms of people coming to terms with possible uses of the technology for themselves. It helped that Bernie and Cath have definite plans. It goes better than it should then.

Drop Steve back at the Wimmins and dash for home. Monst and the boy are off watching 'Arthur and the Invisibles' and I need to hoover like mad and tidy up at home (I've been told!) No sooner am I in the door and the hoovering is sorted and blow me but the phone goes and off to Faz I head to pick them up. Grab some food from a chippie on the way and then get a call from home that the Old Fella wishes to test his Skype later. At that point I'm in the middle of the 70's fest that is the soundtrack to 'Life on Mars'. I then hang around waiting for a call for a while. Glad to climb back into the music to be honest. Chill, blog, bed beckons shortly.