Two astronomers. Separated by only 22 degrees, 58 minutes of latitude, 33 degrees, 29 minutes of longitude, yet seemingly worlds apart. Their common goal: figure out the very nature of the Universe and its womenfolk.

Monday, March 20, 2006


Sheesh, will I ever get chance to do some ruddy work? Last week seemed to be unproductive, the week before was a joke, what with the astrolab, the Masterclass and two days of post-grad interviewees to deal another one appears today, plus my old man was on the blower for 30 mins. Then a special theory lunch. I WANT TO WRITE MY PAPER AND HAVE A NIGHT AT HOME AWAY FROM AN SSH PIPE.

You know, after a gruelling (although enjoyable) 60 minute run with Greg, I'd have enjoyed curling up with Geachy's Vietnam book, a bottle of ice cold Becks, and sat there with Man City vs West Ham on in the background. But alas, no, here I am with an IDL window open.

And Noam didn't turn up today, denying me some office banter. And the SET people haven't my photos for the press release. And the chuffing decorator keeps feeding me cock and bull about his no-show on Saturday. There are so many useless numpties in this world, how the hell we ever invented the microchip or paranormal detections and eliminations I'll never know.

Only good news - Steve Wilkins got accepted at the IoA. Well done Steve, I'm envious. I'd be there in a shot.