Friday 9th February 2001
Today's mood: :-)


Well. My bits and pieces arrived from jungle.com so that was cool. Unfortunately, my PC doesn't seem to want to believe that COM2 exists, which is annoying because it's the one the spare Palm cradle is plugged into. I think it might be because of the nasty WinModem that's in it, so I'll have to take that out quite soon.

Work was good. I fixed some things in the ordering system, most notably the VAT routines. Regardless of whether you entered a valid EU VAT code, you were still charged VAT. That's fixed now though. Jon's thought of some new features which were not part of the original specification so I'm not sure how I'll cater for them, but I'll work that out next week sometime. Had some good positive feedback from the design agency I'm working with on the new site. Seems they like me! Yay!

Went and got Mildred from Oxford French who says there's nothing wrong with her brakes at all - so it might've been a bit of grit or some rust or something. Drove her back nice and fast safe in the knowledge this was the case. Did some sad spoddy things before going out and downloaded and installed Opera for Linux. Much nicer than the shipped Netscape, although I didn't get the Java version. (If there is one). Must download a newer copy soon.

I went to Swindon in the evening to have some drinks with gorgeous Simon. We ended up going out in Bristol (although to be honest it was planned so it wasn't really ending up there) and I'd forwarned Alastair that I was going to be there so we got together and drank and things. Michael was there too and it turns out he's not scary after all. I discovered that my credit cards have cutesie little logos on them which show up under UV light! Dead groovy. Showed Alastair my shiny AMEX and he out-shinied me. Pah! Hoisted by my own petard...

Hardly did any dancing. In fact, I don't remember all that much as I wasn't driving and got myself completely lashed - for a change. I'm not sure whether I turned into an annoying arrogant drunk James or not. Oh dear. Don't think I was too bad, thankfully. Got a bit narked with Alistair who did a mini-Owen on me with Simon but as he pointed out, competition is healthy and, well, he was only having a laugh. I hope. Hm. Ach well.

Passed out in the car on the way home to Swindon. Made it up the stairs and into bed, just.


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