Categories: uncategorized
Date: 28 September 2007 16:53:13
I met Owen Honeywell.
Not literally met, of course, but encountered. My brother had told me about him and said that I was bound to meet him soon and so it was amusing or reassuring, I'm not sure which, to actually encounter him. Anyway, there he was in all his glory, among a load of other people whose names simply haven't stuck with me in the same way, I've no idea why.
And I've no idea why I happened to be thinking about him this morning (edit: actually, now I come to think of it, yes I do know why - I saw some workmen with hi-vis vests stating that they worked for a Mr Honeybun. I'm sorry but I find the idea of a building firm called "Honeybun" just ridiculously amusing. "Hey Honeybun, would you mind moving your bulldozer"... Sorry) but it turned out to be quite ironic, given that today was the day I ended up unintentionally typing rm *.*
Now I could argue that it wasn't my fault, and that I was just doing what I was told, but you'd know and I'd know that that would be a little bit dishonest. Okay, mea culpa. Doh. So, okay, it was a big mistake. I could explain the simple error that led to that more catastrophic error, but that wouldn't me very interesting. So instead I'll just leave you with the smug thought that I have spent all afternoon trying desperately to recover files that I gleefully deleted in a moment of complete insanity. You can be smug that you've never done that. And I dare you to even go so far as to say "I've never done that". And let's see who gets away with tempting fate and who doesn't.