Let it be known that yesterday - 10th September 2008 - officially ended my relationship with FIAT.

Somewhere on the Antrim Road, on the way home from work, the car stalled. Given that the car stereo was drowning out the engine, it must have been sixth sense that told me something was wrong. Turning the radio off confirmed that the engine was no longer running, so I tried to turn the key a couple of times to get it started.

Phew! I'm stuck here in Glasgow airport for an hour or so before my flight home. And while I've got five minutes, I thought I'd update the old blog.

Personal Issues

When your blog is branded with your name on it, you are naturally more careful about the frivolous throwaway comments you might make on it. Or even deeper existential questions that are on your mind - after all, what might they reveal about you?

By my estimation I've been off work for a whopping 11 days over Christmas.

Increasingly over those 11 days, I've been dying to get back to work. Part boredom, part family and friends overdose and part terrifying freefall from having no real routine. It seems like I'm a creature of habit after all.

Cyberscribe tagged me a while back to answer this 'Fines' meme that's been doing the rounds. Partly out of fear of what I'd discover, I've delayed on answering, but today I got a chance to tally up my personal score, which is... drumroll please...

£390.00

Which is slightly less squeaky clean than the 'scribe and his £360.00 fine. Now, if the fines were based on the number of times you'd done certain things, I'd be bankrupt right now. As I suspect most people would be.