Arthur is Invisible

Monday

How I hate the fact that Nonsense on a Monday doesn't let me near my Google Spreadsheets defining them as "Personal Network Storage and Backup". I'd contact the Grand Imperial Wizard of Websense to say enough is enough but I know tomorrow when Nonsense has had a day of being stern and evil, all will be well with it. I also know that the response will be do the thing I want to do using excel, and I know that kinda makessense but I want it to be as open and transparent as possible and not sat on my machine (it's a bid by the way!).

I admit it I'm temporally challenged, we had an information cadet in today, very pleasant young man. Came as a suprise to me, not because I didn't know he was coming but because I have it logged for this day next month. Throw into that a meeting I attended the other day was in the diary for next month too and it's clear I need to talk to Dr. Who.

Where are the missing HSJs? Not where they should be and this leads me to an FoI request, easily dealt with though. Bit of a boob job that leads me to chat to commissioners locally to solve a regional mystery. Amazing what people want to know these days.

Home, catch up with 'Life on Mars' listen to 'Rite', 'Kilimanjaro' and generally relax with a phone call to the folks.

Sunday

Carling Cup Final day and apart from a bit of shopping involving a chase for a pesky book on Mexico that sees an unforseen trip to town because it wasn't on the shelf at Borders I devote most of the day to the Cup Final. If they'd have had 'It's a Carling Cup Final Sandwich Spread' I'd have been listening to it on the radio. No TV for me, we don't pay for the sport channels! Why the interest? I like Wenger's team selection, I admire the way they played and the handbags at the end was a pity but has been blown out of all proportion. The thing that confused me was the celery. What was that all about?

Monst to work and catch up on the weekend news.

Saturday

Wish the old fella a happy birthday. Rest of it involved being told my lentern task of being off the beer equals being off the booze. Not keen on that, it makes me want to drink, better to leave things where I don't drink simply because I don't fancy it and use the cider alternative as required. Evil Monst!

Friday

A bit of a blur, can't remember much of the morning but headed into 'Injun' Territory' to deliver some training up near Chorley. A bit of above and beyod but an interesting experience and the value of PICO shown loud and proud. Downside was getting back home, feeding the family and getting out of the door to drop Monst at work.

Let's Make It a Good Day to Bury Bad News

Friday

Fuck knows! I remember being knackered by the time I got home, I remember being told that we have a call centre going in opposite us, I remember Ad the Lad being around the gaff, of other things if you were there - remind me! Seem also to remember a training trip to the works and taking Nicola to the home of the Space 1999 corridor.

One thing I am sure of I had an unwelcome trip into town to sort some currency for our trip to see the Mouse. Unwelcome because town is a pain to drive in with the big dig. Leave the car at the Max Escher car park. Wander into town.

Saturday

On much safer ground here, nip back to town to fetch the currency ordered yesterday, run around with a quick tidy up because the folks are due at 12.00 and I didn't do much the night before. Also fight with a Google Spreadsheet to kick off discussion about equitable funding for the BMJ Journals for next year. Comes together OK.

The folks arrive and we drag them to Damons for food, then into the No Mercy and my cunning plan to zap them round Speke Hall is thwarted when we discover it is closed. Instead we end up in town. Deep joy!

Home, feed the family and watch everyone playing a game of Disney Trivial Pursuit.

Sunday

Highlight of the day is a wander about with Cal riding his bike. Deep joy! Nevertheless it was nice to see the folks.

Monday

Up early, begin the news that I'd avoided all weekend and catch up with some washing up. Running late before leaving for work. Feeling kinda disconnected.

Sort Zookoda with Helen and Tracy who ask intelligent questions. Hope it makes more sense to them now. Zap a report to Linda that is overdue. Chat to Shan along the way and offer to facilitate at an event she's putting on about commissioning. Send Ken news of a journal and access to it.

Home and Monday means frantic feed the family and get Monst to work. D-day today. Listen to '6 Billion People'. Which reminds me to check Dave's blog 'Hobo Tread' which makes me laugh and is a cracking read. Watch 'Life on Mars' which returns for a second series soon. Love the ad below.

With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye

Day spent on FoI work. I scream along AM. Despair by lunchtime, call Jim. Sort myself out, dig in for the afternoon. Bring more home with me and decide I've had enough during the day. Tempted to reach for the bottle of Bush. Beryl calls with a query, get her to send it to Tracy, yell out a route to an answer and Tracy fills in the gaps. I'm impressed given the instructions were telegraphic to say the least.

PM Marie calls in search of the circular that ushered in the Safe Haven Policy. I'd offer her a link to George but reckon it'd be a waste of breath. Thakfully Tobias' book on 'Information Governance Toolkit' comes to the rescue. Simple lateral search involving an index and references. Marie and I mutter dark things about youngsters and not looking in hard copy. I'm feeling like an old lag and I've hardly got any time in (14 years last count). The enquiries are a bit of light relief. 'Nother thing sorted for the M inquiry.

Home, feed the family and take Monst to work. Put Cal to bed and sit in front of 'Life on Mars'. Decide I've had enough of reading other peoples e-mails right now.

Ken has a pointer to whichbook.net. I play with it and it recommends me at least one book which I know and love. Handy little tool and I love the link to local public libraries. Pity I don't use the things. Top stuff.

Scream!

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