After spending almost 2 years washing down very expensive 'ash trays' for a living (dont take it litterally), I am now stuck sitting in a chair all day and get paid for waffling about statistical chemical stuff to various health regulatory organisations aound the world.

While comming home from work the other night, somebody drove into my 'pride and joy', it's now in for repairs and I am not a happy bunny.
On a lighter note... My tour soon begins (only friends and colleagues will understand) but as usual I will be keeping a low profile wherever i go.

I still sometimes have megalomania thoughts. Such as being a weapons scientist, and watch my inventions go into action when we have wars. But knowing that a lot of my old friends are actually in the army, I have changed my mind. Plus I don't think that I am upto the standard anyway...maybe myself in a parallel universe will have that pleasure.