Now that's what I'm talking about!

Blimey.

I just downloaded the entire torrent for the Battlestar Galactica season 3 finale in 10 minutes. The torrent topped out at 645kB/s. I ain't never got a speed like that before.

Something to watch before games tonight, then.

Now I shall have to think of something else to download. Anyone seen The Dresden Files? What is it like?

Now that's what I'm talking about!

Blimey.

I just downloaded the entire torrent for the Battlestar Galactica season 3 finale in 10 minutes. The torrent topped out at 645kB/s. I ain't never got a speed like that before.

Something to watch before games tonight, then.

Now I shall have to think of something else to download. Anyone seen The Dresden Files? What is it like?

No obvious reason

There's a bloke who gets on the Tube of a morning at Totteridge and Whetstone. I haven't seen him for a few weeks because I have been getting the earlier train, but I managed to faff around a bit too much this morning and ended up a few minutes late. I didn't bump into him at Whetstone, but he was waiting at Euston to catch the Victoria Line - must have got the train before me.

Anyway, I don't know what it is about him; I've never spoken to him or anything, but I took an instant dislike to the poor sap when I first saw him, many moons ago. He is in his fifties, dresses in a shabby suit and reads books in one of the Scandinavian languages. He wears reading glasses, so it's quite likely that the smirking, supercilious air he radiates and which irks me so much is probably as much to do with short sight as it is anything else.

I'm not sure why I am writing this, other than to record the fact that his presence annoyed me again, today. I always feel waves of disapproval sweeping my way when he's in the tube train. It clearly says more about me and my paranoia than it does him, but Egads, I dislike the man.

No obvious reason

There's a bloke who gets on the Tube of a morning at Totteridge and Whetstone. I haven't seen him for a few weeks because I have been getting the earlier train, but I managed to faff around a bit too much this morning and ended up a few minutes late. I didn't bump into him at Whetstone, but he was waiting at Euston to catch the Victoria Line - must have got the train before me.

Anyway, I don't know what it is about him; I've never spoken to him or anything, but I took an instant dislike to the poor sap when I first saw him, many moons ago. He is in his fifties, dresses in a shabby suit and reads books in one of the Scandinavian languages. He wears reading glasses, so it's quite likely that the smirking, supercilious air he radiates and which irks me so much is probably as much to do with short sight as it is anything else.

I'm not sure why I am writing this, other than to record the fact that his presence annoyed me again, today. I always feel waves of disapproval sweeping my way when he's in the tube train. It clearly says more about me and my paranoia than it does him, but Egads, I dislike the man.

Battlestar Galactica season 3 finale

Downloaded this morning before work and just watched ahead of games night.

I shall refrain from spoilers and merely observe that the writers were on drugs and that I prefer Hendrix' version of "All Along The Watchtower".

I suppose I have to wait until September to find out what happens now.

Bum.

Battlestar Galactica season 3 finale

Downloaded this morning before work and just watched ahead of games night.

I shall refrain from spoilers and merely observe that the writers were on drugs and that I prefer Hendrix' version of "All Along The Watchtower".

I suppose I have to wait until September to find out what happens now.

Bum.