So Christmas has come and gone...

... only five months or so till my next week off.
Anyway, for Christmas I got:

• A 235-piece tool set, to gather dust in the garage use in the restoration of my TR7.
• Two books : Blood, Sweat and Tea by Tom Reynolds, and Why Don't Penguins' Feet Freeze?.
• Various choccys.
• Three jumpers, which to be honest I could do with.
• A cordless doorbell-cum-alarm-clock (wtf?)
• A £20 WHSmith giftcard, which I spent on The Berlin Wall by Frederick Taylor and the V for Vendetta DVD. I went in there hoping they'd have an MP3 player. Heigh ho.

The time off so far has been good, except that a couple of nights I've not been able to sleep. In fact, I read The Berlin Wall one night. Not a book for getting you to sleep.

I've not worked on the TR7, but should tomorrow, once we've cleared out the garage.

By the way...

The PS2 finally arrived. Two months after it was ordered. At least I got some decent free games with it: Splinter Cell Double Agent, Tomb Raider Legends and GTA Liberty City Stories. The kids want a new one for Chrimbo, but I'll (or Mrs MnG'll) be getting that from a shop.

Tom's Angry

Me? I'm just stunned. Stunned and awed by this man's compassion and skill with the English language. Stunned that 786,432 dots of light can cause me to feel, well, kind of scared. I salute you, Tom. You and all the boys and girls in green uniforms.

I know it's not in the same league, but I had a friend (to be honest, a fellow cadet in the Air Training Corps squadron I was in when I was a teenager) die from inhaling butane. Even though I hardly knew her and hardly spoke to her, it's left a lasting impression. A stupid, stupid waste.

It appears they've worked out deaf people buy stuff too...

Mrs MnG was using her noisy Craft Robo cutter while Love, Actually was on. So I put the subtitles up and was intrigued to learn that adverts have subtitles these days too. Except CD adverts. Funny, that.

I saw this and thought of you.

Saw this pic on Suman's Amateur Transplants blog/: