Rants on A Geek's Life

A Comedy of Errors

Thu, 16 Jun 2016 22:21:18 +0000

Two weeks ago on a whim, I decided I would book a short trip away from the ‘Deen, to London. The plan was simple — fly out on Friday night after work, catch up with a few friends, particularly S, and then head back on Sunday night, with no one the wiser at work. At such short notice, British Airways to Heathrow was a non-starter, as was Flybe to London City. This left EasyJet to Luton or Gatwick as the only viable options. In the end, I settled for Luton, the weekend of the 10th of June being the best fit with friends and family. On the day, having packed my go to travel bag and done work, I hopped on to the 727 from the bus station next to work, arriving just past 6.00pm for what was meant to be a 7.35pm flight.

Stuff I will not miss about NCT..

Fri, 15 Oct 2010 18:33:14 +0000

Broken lifts - gave me free exercise but thirteen flights of steps went a wee bit too far…
Empty bottles, spilled liquids and much more in the lifts when they actually worked….
Extra rowdy football crowds - if only they actually won something…..
Jehovah’s Witnesses proselytizing - oh and they offered to come back…
Mr Landlord - who smoked in the house, once decided to remodel the bath on a Monday morning and was generally a pain in the nether regions….
Attempted murder just across the road and in broad daylight too…
A notorious park within the neighborhood…
Hate messages scrawled on freshly painted walls, and scratched on lift doors….
Raised eyebrows when I give my post code at the GP…
Regular police fliers in the mail requesting information on crimes committed in the neighborhood……

Ten months after making the move up north - and opting to go the cheap route to stay in the vicinity of a council flat - I’m finally moving houses… Its good to be moving on…. If I can only get the heating and the internet to work.. ..

The Life of a Lost Son...

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 12:57:00 +0000

Edit: This is me venting… Nothing personal.. Just vexed by the way certain things have panned out.. I fear that soon all I will have as memories of my Africa will be the melancholic bits interspersed with a few shards here and there of a nostalgic past - growing up, friends, family, schools, holidays and times spent in wanton play - occasional successes mired in a morass of resounding failure. I wrote in my journal when I turned 21, that I felt my future was inextricably linked to Africa and that whatever I did, I would always have her at the back of my mind. Nine years on, I fear I may have made a volte face; one not altogether of my own volition.

Sudden Clarity

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 12:19:00 +0000

Damn – I KNOW what the problem with my life is – discipline to do what I need to do, when I need to. My time management issues all flow from and into the discipline thing! I have very clear plans on direction, and goals - I NEED to start planning my day and acting on it ASAP, leaving procrastination behind.