test please delete

[BrowneIssue]

I have a lump of Silly Putty I picked up as a freebie from a Vendor stand at InfoSec the other week.

Can't stop playing with it.

Cue someone giving us a lecture on viscoelasticity.

It won't be me. My lecture was some course notes on Nigerian Guinness.

[DaveB]

fear not, I shall return!

[voodooflux]

What ever happened to the good old days? The days when the agent turned up at 11:45 for a natter with your manager, then off to the pub. At 7pm you stagger out of the restaurant /club / wine bar, fall into a taxi and head home for a bollocking from the missus 'cos you left your coat / keys / etc. on your desk.

I thing I'm with the wrong agency.

[BrowneIssue]

To be fair, they probably have about as much info about my renewal as me now, so there wasn't much to be said. They're OK really (don't tell them I said that) and have bought me beer on two occasions - that buys them a lot of respect.

Once upon a time EVERY extension resulted in a pub lunch and a skinfull of beer.

[voodooflux]

Once upon a time EVERY extension resulted in a pub lunch and a skinfull of beer.

I think that should be mandatory - I will suggest it to them. Along with weekly extensions.

[BrowneIssue]

I invented a new diet today, "The VF Plan". The premise is not having any money on you or a working cash machine nearby.

AKA The Starvation Plan.

Presumably you went into ClientCo empty-pocketed expecting to be wined and dined by PimpCo?

[BrowneIssue]

I'm hungry.

That's because it is Monday.

I have noticed you get hungry on Mondays.

And Thursdays and Fridays.

Wednesdays are similar and Tuesdays too.

The weekends do not differ either.

HTH

[BrowneIssue]

It's also bright green.

This is terrible informative.

Keep it up.

[BrowneIssue]

Putty. Putty. Putty.
Green Putty - Grutty Peen.
Grarmpitutty - Morning!
Pridsummer - Grorning Utty!
Discovery..... Oh.
Putty?..... Armpit?
Armpit..... Putty.
Not even a particularly
Nice shade of green.

I survived the internal haemorrhaging!

[BrowneIssue]

I didn't know the BBC have a Vogon Poetry Generator.

See, see the late sky
Marvel at its big Bilious yellow depths.
Tell me, Scumbucket do you
Wonder why the wart hog's tapeworm ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel murderous.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your Osprey-bonking facial growth
That looks like
A pair of mouldy kipper.
What's more, it knows
Your moist potting shed
Smells of an orc's scrotum.
Everything under the big late sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm knob cheeses.