If I hadn’t gone broke and had to take this job; this blog would never have been born and surprise of surprises, found a readership. A surprisingly diverse and startlingly intelligent readership. Not all of you of course, but many more than I could ever have hoped for.
There have been a couple of rather uncalled for comments (I think, but then there would, wouldn’t there?) that have suggested I’m too thick to be doing anything else than slap parking tickets on cars. My response? We can all be unlucky in our careers and said commenters should really be thinking ‘there but for the grace of God go I’. Considering some of the humungous cock ups I’ve seen done by some very supposedly ‘clever’ people; well let’s ignore the crap spelling and grammar in high level documentation and just point out things like large project overruns and applications which never properly worked until myself and people like me went in and fixed them. Those in glass houses who get paid megabucks more than I ever did should be a little more reluctant to cast the odd half brick. You know who you are.
Notwithstanding, there is light at the end of my particular tunnel, and it isn’t some bugger with a torch bringing me a whole shedload of more parking related aggravation. It is my fond hope soon to be winging my way to pastures new with a song in my heart and a your, fuck, job, lousy, springing light elemental from my wearied lips.
I feel better already.
For those of you thinking that this will be the end of my occasionally entertaining online writing, fear not. I speak not of this blog, but the blog which is to follow, one whose content I am not worthy to outline, but which it is my destiny to contribute to (HG2TG ham a bit too thickly sliced there Mr Sticker). Seriously though, there will be a follow on blog which will be quite different from ‘Walking the Streets’, and the occasional update may find its way here as well, especially as I promise to finish writing the book of this blog sometime in the next six months.