Don't feel too much like blogging, today.
We learned yesterday about the wholly premature death of a work colleague.
Big Al was another generous man who meant something to me other than work-related matters. He once lent me his self-built Westfield (Google it for yourself, if you're interested) for a drive and, going well out of his way, then gave me a lift in it to the station, blasting through the streets of Central London late at night. Sheer exhilaration.
And just last week, gave me a minidisk walkman, recovered from an insurance claim, to cannibalise and repair my own damaged one, because it couldn't be sold on.
That's two gentle giants I've said goodbye to in as many weeks. Anyone > 5' 8" who knows me should perhaps beware..
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:48 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
