I arrived on my first day at Aldermaston (or "behind the wire" as it was affectionately known) full of trepidation. I had to go through my security procedures at the main gate, then I was handed a plastic pass on a chain which I was to show to heavily armed policemen on arrival and departure. I was informed by Russell my immediate boss that he had found me the right mix of people to work with in A6 rather than the old fuddy duddies in F6.1, ...
My recent, and thankfully successful quest for part-time work to prop up my ailing business forced me to do something I hadn't done since 1994. Write a CV. Bloody hell it was difficult remembering dates and job titles, but I got there in the end. After leaving school in 1984 fully equipped with a bleak looking list of qualifications and an assessment from a careers adviser that suggested the Army, Barclays bank or an apprenticeship at ...
I have bought a new laptop this week from Dell (not the one from Only Fools and Horses). Ooh it's lovely, it's called a Vostro 1015 all sleek and black and with lots of new gadgets such as Windows 7 plus an Intel Celeron inside, whatever that means. It is also Energy efficient with a 15.6" display, flexible connectivity, excellent battery life (how long is excellent?) integrated graphics and a 5-in-1 Media card reader. I have also had ...
Because this week is the most depressing week of the year according to fuck knows who, I decided that I would spend a bit of time on the Internet looking at potential holidays with my two lads this summer as a way of cheering me up. I didn't actually need cheering up to be honest, but I felt a bit left out that everyone else was supposed to be so miserable, so I put on my "The Queen is Dead" CD by The Smiths and I looked out of the window ...
I had comment the other day from a couple of blog readers that I had not blogged the results of my attempt to put a kitchen shelf up during the dull and uninspiring days between Christmas and New Year. I am sorry to inform you that this event did not happen, I just couldn't do it to myself. Years of heartache told me to back off and realise that my relationship with plasterboard has always been a frosty one resulting in ramming newspaper in ...