"Hello David. What are you here for?"
"I'm your senior honours project student."
"Oh. What was that on again?"
"The Solitaire program."
"All right. Go and get on with it, then. Have you seen my new laptop?"
I can't say that the meeting with Ian the Gent yesterday was one of the most productive I've ever had, but it did serve to disguise the fact that like the rest of the class, I hadn't really done anything to do with the project since December.
I dislike when I have to Friends-lock entries, even though I don't know who would read this and not be on my list. However, this one is being locked not because of the dialogue above, but because I'm about to give some maps to my address. I can't think of anyone who would abuse this information, but it's better not to give them any ideas.
Cupar has never been a fantastic town in which to drive, as you usually have to allow five minutes or more just to escape the town from the flat. The council must have realised this and are solving the situation by rolling the whole lot up and starting again, overlooking the fact that traffic still has to get around. Actually there are a number of completely separate sets of roadworks in the town, meaning that my usual route to the flat like this:
...has had to be revised. Owing to the many one-way streets in the town, this is just about the shortest I could work out that avoided the roadworks:
If you try driving on those roads yourself, though, you'll quickly realise just how suicidal that is. Many streets are only a few inches wide at best, and aren't even designated as one-way, while all one way streets seem to be pointing defiantly towards you and enclosing you in an inescapable circle.
I attempted to find a more satisfactory route by going South from the main road and trying to come back in from the other side. However, without the aid of a map it's very difficult to get around indeed, as the local council have clearly decided that road signs are for wimps. This is what I ended up doing a couple of days ago:
Maybe I'll just stay in the flat for a few months.
"I'm your senior honours project student."
"Oh. What was that on again?"
"The Solitaire program."
"All right. Go and get on with it, then. Have you seen my new laptop?"
I can't say that the meeting with Ian the Gent yesterday was one of the most productive I've ever had, but it did serve to disguise the fact that like the rest of the class, I hadn't really done anything to do with the project since December.
I dislike when I have to Friends-lock entries, even though I don't know who would read this and not be on my list. However, this one is being locked not because of the dialogue above, but because I'm about to give some maps to my address. I can't think of anyone who would abuse this information, but it's better not to give them any ideas.
...has had to be revised. Owing to the many one-way streets in the town, this is just about the shortest I could work out that avoided the roadworks:
If you try driving on those roads yourself, though, you'll quickly realise just how suicidal that is. Many streets are only a few inches wide at best, and aren't even designated as one-way, while all one way streets seem to be pointing defiantly towards you and enclosing you in an inescapable circle.
I attempted to find a more satisfactory route by going South from the main road and trying to come back in from the other side. However, without the aid of a map it's very difficult to get around indeed, as the local council have clearly decided that road signs are for wimps. This is what I ended up doing a couple of days ago:
Maybe I'll just stay in the flat for a few months.
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