I suppose that it’s all my own fault, really. In October, I wrote that I’d done a piece for a promotional DVD at work and had managed to work the word ‘flange’ into my contribution for a bet. Before you ask, it is perfectly possible to use ‘flange’ in a non-obscene manner when describing the Semantic Web. As it happened, this ended up making it through to the final cut for the DVD. It’s not too bad, though I still hate the sound of my own voice. Oh, the irony.
A couple of weeks ago, the social secretary for my research group (a charming Canadian postgrad called Maria) organised a talent night. I didn’t perform, mainly because I can’t sing, can’t play an instrument and couldn’t persuade Dr Nick (of totl.net fame) to join me in a Ginsberg-esque partnership reading bad Perl beatnik poetry, provisionally called Beat-Nicks. Alas. I’ve been trying to persuade him since Sonic Underground 3 with no luck.
One thing I was looking forward to was Six Foot Underground,
To cut a long story short,