Tymmy

I spent most of Sunday working on my entry for the blindness story, and wrote quite a bit, but . . . I didn't manage to get it finished. Aaaaaaarrrgghh.

This means I'm going to be a couple of days late submitting, but as they keep reminding us the challenge is open all month. I'll get it up tomorrow, I should think. Meanwhile, I've got to get the other challenge pieces so I've got something to review this week.

I Feel the Need, the Need for Mead

It was the work trip to the Go Karting track on Friday night. I think, judging by my performance and the way I actually managed to reduce our team's score, we can safely say that I was not born to race. They had an electronic leader table up, and over the course of the night I watched with mounting dismay as I languished at the bottom of the table, and then, right at the end, managed to drop off it altogether. The reason for this was a little incident in my third and final heat when I tail-ended the guy in front of me on the first corner, for which I got penalised three points. I think the decision was a little unjust, but I was more interested in escaping the hangar and finding a bar with a late license than complaining.

For the rest of the evening I drove my little go kart like Marge Simpson ('slow and steady wins the race'). I crashed in my first two heats, and the first time I was held back from re-entering the race until a couple of guys lapped me. Embarrassing as that was, it pales next to the fact that one of the guys lapping me was a team-mate.

My racing prowess aside, go-karting was surprisingly good fun (I'd not really done it before and had been quietly dreading it all week). Now I've done it, I can't wait to do it again. Some of the guys in my office have mentioned making another trip out there some time, so we could actually race against each other, and providing I can raise my game a little I might even offer them a challenge.

What else?

Slow and steady wins the race? Slow and steady gets lapped into next week.

Don't Open it, Ralph, I'll Just Give you a C-

There's been a spat of 'woohoo's announced on the mailing lists recently; it seems as if everybody has managed to sell something. I'm incredibly jealous, even though I don't really have a right to be until I send a piece of mine out. Congratulations to all of those who found homes for writing in the last couple of weeks. Keep up the good work.

Later . . .