These are my feet. As you can see, by a hilarious biological coincidence each one measures almost exactly a foot in length. Very handy (no pun intended).

Anyway, in about an hour I’m going to catch the train to London with Trish where we’re going to go to a seminar by one of those crazy life-coach guys that you sometimes hear about.

The only reason that I’m going is because the fairly expensive tickets have been paid for by one of Trish’s clients. The whole thing lasts a brain melting four days and I have got absolutely no idea what is in store for me. I mean, I can imaging… it’s just that I’m trying not to.

What I do know is that the whole affair culminates in walking across hot coals. That’s why I’m showing you my feet. I don’t have the faintest idea whether or not this is a good thing to do.

The internationally recognised symbol of the cock and balls is alive and well.

I’ve still been hacking OS X on the MacBook. Making it do things that it shouldn’t. Or things that it should. Depends on how you look at it. One such tweak is the changing of the flag icon in the menu bar. As a Scot, it only seems right to have a Saltire up there rather than a Union Jack. Like this:

If you want, you can download the OS X menu bar Saltire for use on your own comp. I’ve done all the hacking and packaged it up all nicely so it’s just a drag-and-drop affair. And I’ve also included some roll-you-own instructions so if you are that way inclined you can change the flag icon to anything you like.

When I switched over to the MacBook I lost a lot of email. Actually I lost it all… a whole two years worth. After a couple of recent near misses (more like omens) I take regular backups of everything but one way or another, this time my email folder melted and with it went every single piece of electronic correspondence of the last two years or so.

The funny thing is, it’s not really that much of a disaster. At first I though it was… and then I realised that it wasn’t. And it isn’t.

The only things I’m a bit sad to have lost are the numerous emails to and from The Shrig which were always funny, the replies that I got from Doug Allen and Gary Leib when I contacted them out of the blue and, get this… all of my $P@|\/|. I was saving all of that junk and going to make it into some kind of epic prose poem mash-up. The highlight was an absolutely inspired (if they weren’t automatically generated) spam name that still makes me laugh.  albatros anton.

Anyway, I’ve fixed my email account (agaaain) so if you sent me something and it bounced, sorry. And of course my virgin junk folder is filling up already. I might even have some material to rival the mighty albatros anton. Someone has already referred to me as ‘Wayfaring Tree’. How they ever came to know my nickname I’ll never know, but there you go.