No Cheese!

I rode my bike this morning for 2 and a half hours. I took my camera with me cos' last time I was out that way, I found some great graffiti (how do you spell that?) and thought it would flatter my photographic skill (point and shoot):

I like it and it is now wallpaper.

I'm not sure whether the thing in the picture has just eaten cheese and the text is a "For God's sake, I thought I told you not to feed him cheese" statement, or if that's the creatures natural state and it would become worse if cheese were administered.

I wonder whether blue cheese is worse than Philadelphia.

Take that, McAfee

I'm back. I can almost hear the collective sigh of relief. Despite the best efforts of the McAfee Anti Virus money grabbing corporation, (I hope this isn't legally slander). I paid a whole £49.99 for their all singing, all dancing and therefore, presumably, all working Internet Security Suite. Initially, it all went according to plan. I deleted Norton (if only I hadn't bothered) and Norton let go, slipping below the water. McAfee loaded with what appeared to be no problems and, as is the way with these things, asked me to restart. Laptop fires up again but crashes. This is repeated until I'm worried enough to go on the McAfee website for help.

Extracting relavent help from the McAfee website is significantly more difficult than trying to extract a tooth from an angry lion using a pair of tweezers and a T shirt saying "I hate Lions". What I mean to say is that it's quite hard. I eventually find words to the effect of "McAfee will cock up your computer and piss in your shoes" (OK, it said that too many things were trying to start at the same time). The advice was to start my computer in 'Safe mode', which McAfee also managed to cock up.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I took it to the good people at Fathom IT in Altrincham who not only fixed it (same day I might add) but didn't charge me for the privelege! Not bad considering I was expecting a £70ish bill.

I found a great website called The Law of the Playground. It is hilarious and happily allows me to pass the hours while I have no work to do. Allow me to quote:

bastard week

An impromptu celebration, where colleagues took part in such activities as 'knee kicking', 'gobbing in hoods', and 'throwing people down the stairs'. I stabbed my mate Andy with a compass in maths.

He got sent out the class for screaming in agony, but still asked me to be his best man in later life. Although he was soon divorced, mind.

There are many more bits of scary nostalgia on the site.