Top of the mornin' to ya

I'd been getting jeers of protest for the blog's lack of recent content. Well, in fact it was from the folks and they're enjoying discovering the end-user experience of the industry in which I work. It's not all point and click you know!

Anyhow, I think the last reprise I noted was before I went deep sea diving - many moons ago. I spent one Friday afternoon just off the coast of Abu Dhabi spending about 45 minutes checking out a sunken cement barge which had decided to submerge itself in 10 metres of water. As duly instructed, I did a second dive at a shallower depth off an artifical reef. Both dives were pretty cool to finally discover the contraband that society has ditched in to the ocean. What was especially nice was the water temperature: 35 degrees. What was unfortunate was I must have caught something from the experience, other than just memories. I was bed stricken the next day with some nasty congestion and it lingers ever so slightly still. Worth it nonetheless. Hopefully with more exepditions I can develop some hardy Jacques Cousteau wherewithal of the depths.

I've since left the dusty shores of robotic camel jockeys and have moved to London for the next few weeks. I was here for nary four days when I made the boost over to the Netherlands for the lowlands music festival. Unfortunately my entrance didn't turn out as planned. Anyway, to cut a long story short, they told me if I slept outside the front gate to wait for the ticket office to open the next day, they would kick me out for trespassing. Needless to say I took that as a message to embolden myself and wandered in through a backstage service entrance posing as a security guard. I didn't want to chance it with the dog patroling the front fence.

As usual, the good times rolled. I was tenting it with Xavier and a bunch of his uni buddies who were mostly from The Hague. The list this time included:

T.Raumschmiere
Quasimodo Jones
Morcheeba
Korn (nothing special though)
Fat Freddy's Drop
Seeed
Queen's of the stone age
Incubus
Soulwax
That 1 guy
Lots of Flaamse Fritjas with majo
Lots of pretty Dutch talent

I was a bit dissapointed !!! (pronounced chk chk chk) pulled out at the last minute. After spending the night at Schipol airport on Sunday night, I jumped on the plane at the sparrow's fart and went straight to work. I don't know why I'm still awake at 9 at night typing this. I should be back at the cheap hostel falling asleep watching TV with the sounds of coital affairs conducting themselves on in the next door room. Maybe me with a bottle of cheap burbon and a stained wife beater singlet will help seal your image that I'm trying to portray through the intarnet. It's a nice place, really.

For the next few weeks, I'll be living a bit of a nomad lifestyle (nothing different there though) living in various hostels and hotels around London. I anticipate being here for this latest work project for another 5 or 6 weeks, but who knows. It could go on till the end of the year. If it does, I'll probably get something semi-permanent.