For once in my life, I’m not going to go off on a rant about Dan Brown’s writing style and so on. I’ve done enough of that via Twitter to last me a while. (I may add some thoughts over the weekend, but I wouldn’t count on it)
Instead, I’m going to let The Telegraph point things out in a far better, pithier (and significantly less sweary) way by just pointing you to this article showing what they list as Brown’s Worst Twenty Sentences.
And it’s fair to say I really don’t want to read his new novel.
The Aston Martin Vantage is a beautiful, beautiful car. It’s one of the very few that I’d love to own – I know it’s an utterly unrealistic prospect for a number of reasons (Not least being that it costs somewhere north of £85,000) but there we go. It’s still a thing of beauty, and when one goes past, I’ll always appreciate it.
However.
On my current walk in to work, I get passed two or three times every week by a Vantage. And while I love the shape and design of the car, I really can’t believe that anyone sane would get one painted in what I can only describe as powder blue. (According to Aston Martin, so far as I can tell it’s called ‘Glacial Blue 2′, but it’s nowhere near as dark as in their car-configuration thingy)
The car’s still beautiful. The colour is – frankly – fucking horrific. With so many colours to choose from, why the hell would someone choose powder blue, for chuff’s sake?
This morning I’ve done all my necessary bookings and payouts for the last couple of weeks of this contract. (I know, I’m being organised. It’s as much of a shock to me as it is to you)
That means I’ve pre-paid my Congestion Charges for next week (Don’t ask), as well as booking my train and hotel for the week after.
All sorted – and after that, I’m just going to be commuting to Cambridge, so my main expense will be petrol. (diesel, whatever)
Thankfully, this contract’s been OK – it’s had good and bad bits, and there’s a couple of people I know I never want to work with again, but it’s been pretty good over-all. But I can’t deny, I’m going to be happy with not working in London again for a while after this. I can do it, and if it’s where the work is then fine – but I couldn’t do it long-term, I know.
