Loads of eventful stuff has happened and in true Adam fashion I've let it all build up and considered just giving up blogging as hard work. But nay! I shall carry on.... I don't know if what I write here will be in any kind of chronological order or that it even matters whether it is or not.
My wife and I spent a whole evening watching the Champion's League final. I was willing to let it slip by me to be honest and she had decided to record it. In the end we watched it just under an hour later than it started so we had an otherwise media blackout to dodge the score being ruined. It was an exciting match coming up to the end I felt like a dyed in wool Chelsea fan. Not that I would ever switch my allegiance of course but I admired their fight and I hold on to the old "support the english team" mentality that the perennial "big 4" and team rivalry seems to have all but killed off nowadays.
As it was recorded once Drogba slotted the final penalty home it switched off. Immediately. I was gutted not to see the celebration, I thought as a temporary Chelsea fan my my emotional investment at least warranted me the pay off of celebration. So we went to watch the subsequent celebrations on the "+1" channel but it was a bit behind so we watched the end of the celebrations on the original channel and the beginning of them on the "+1" channel, if that makes sense? If it doesn't it doesn't really matter, but does explain why time travel hasn't been cracked yet. What genius it is nowadays that you can record TV watch it then catch it up on the exact channel an hour later, we've come a long way from putting tape over the broken tab of a VHS cassette and having to wait for it to rewind, well I say we, I can't take any credit for it obviously.
We went for a walk in the park, my wife, my kids and we bumped into my dad with my younger brother and sister who were at an old car show there. I don't really like cars, I mean I appreciate good looking ones or as a means of travel of course but I have little interest in makes and models or engine parts, I sometimes wish I did, like if I have to take my car to a mechanic and they say that it has a damaged unicorn horn and the monkey lung needs replacing and it'll cost a bomb I wish I could reply "yeah, I thought it was the monkey lung, I can pick one up for pennies and do it myself cheers" (by the way I realise that cars don't have unicorn horns or lungs, monkey's or otherwise... Well I say that with 70% certainty). In any case I think that time is dead, cars are so "electrified" (not in the Danny Zuko Grease kind of way) nowadays that you're unlikely to see a bloke trying to fix an engine with pure testosterone, sweat and a spanner alone.
So anyway our welly clad clan strolled through the park's forest and eventually came to some steep steps down to a pond where geese and their goslings were swimming around, my 2 year old bravely ambled up and down the stairs I commented on her ability and lack of fear and then, just walking, attempting no feat whatsoever she fell over covering herself in mud and tears. My wife consoled her telling her that everyone was muddy from the walk. Everyone was, but me, who had remained pristine. My wife cunningly suggested to our two year old that she should put some dirt on me, smiling through the tears she lifted a speck of mud from her dirt smeared trousers to gently place on mine when my four year old's filthy welly sole came flying like Hulk Hogan's "big boot" to scrape against and defile my beautifully clean jeans. It was so quick it was almost as if she had waited the whole walk, no her whole life for the opportunity to get my trousers dirty. I frowned as everyone else laughed out loud in the park's forest path.
At work on the good ship Amistad I've been asked by Righty to devise a database test the likes of which I faced at MI5 couldn't decide whether or not this was more or less of an insult than having to write my own job description I think less, if only because I'll enjoy doing it. I decided to make it significantly easier than the one I had to tackle. Firstly because Access isn't necessary for my role, it's just something I decided to learn and secondly as I'm not particularly bothered if the candidate for my job is actually any good or not, on the contrary I hope they're terrible.
I'd already thought it odd that Righty had asked me for this and that he was so heavily involved in the recruitment of my replacement, especially as my replacement was on his level when I presented a holiday form to my boss and he explained that I would have to ask Righty. "Bizarre" I thought until Righty said yeah I'll sort that out, did you not have the e-mail? I'm covering the boss. I DID have the email, last week only I'd totally missed it. "Go Righty!" I thought, I mean like I said he is skilled, competent and has common sense, something that is nowhere near as common as it's name would suggest and I can appreciate that, he's even managed to make it a good week without screaming it from the rooftops I expected that he would be the type who would recieve power like "the quickening" from Highlander (In the Highlander films when one immortal kills another ((I know not really "immortal" then)) he takes their power with the quickening which is usually like a big electrical storm whilst the victor roars/ screams with victory) I wonder if he was trying to spare my feelings. He doesn't seem the sort to do that either, not that I'd be interested in the job in the slightest (even if I wasn't trying to leave with all my might) I have no desire to be some "leader of men", none at all. I much prefer knowledge to power and I don't like asking someone to do something I believe I can do better. Intellect isn't valued at Amistad, it's all about who can tell people what to do the best, at MI5 I get the impression (especially from The Doctor) that knowledge is king.
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