Just rediscovered these in one of my draft files:
Shy to the point of ridicule, you’ve probably never been out of the UK.
Take the Brit Quiz at www.darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htm
I seem to have spent most of the day woking (sic.: v. Standing in the kitchen wondering what on earth you came in here for. See Adams/Lloyd: The Meaning of Liff – check out the Adams page in the bookshelf if you’re confused), or at least staring into space thinking: “what the f*** was I doing?”. Every time I’ve started some task, someone’s come to ask me a question or the phone has gone off or an e-mail has arrived that I have to deal with… And when it’s been dealt with I have to try to get back to what I was originally doing – more often than not what I was originally doing was also a phone call or an e-mail that needed to be dealt with. Phew. As for getting any actual, tangible work done… Well, I’ve set the sex of the 1000000 patients in the patient table on the test database. Not manually, obviously, so it didn’t actually take me as much as five minutes to do. The rest of the day seems to have been all piffle. Important piffle, but piffle none the less.
Voice in my head: back to Avril and Complicated