Thursday, February 19, 2004
Knight Rider 2000 eat your heart out, here is the first declared entrant in DEFRA's cross-Nevada driverless Canonball Run: Robo-Humvee.
A small part of Birmingham is declared to be literally as safe as Fort Knox.
And remember kids, don't smoke crack and drive, especially don't smoke crack while driving with your knees. At least don't admit to it in court after you mow down a nun.
I realise I've posted absolutely nothing personal for at least a week. Probably no-one cares, mostly you're here looking for Judy Finnegan porn. The reason I've posted nothing is that I've been confined at work for days. Junior doctors have it pretty easy generally. I however have managed to sign up to work seven days a week for six consecutive weeks, excepting one morning off to recover from my forthcoming birthday hangover. It's frankly a bit miserable. The highlight of my week has been wearing a Holter monitor on Monday. It's a device like a Walkman crossed with an ECG machine, that you wear for 24 hours. My cardiologist wanted to keep I eye on my heart, it being permanently frazzled by coffee and cocktails. It was very inhibiting, knowing that some smirking electro-cardiology technician would be able to infer my every activity from a pattern of missed beats and tachycardias.
A small part of Birmingham is declared to be literally as safe as Fort Knox.
And remember kids, don't smoke crack and drive, especially don't smoke crack while driving with your knees. At least don't admit to it in court after you mow down a nun.
I realise I've posted absolutely nothing personal for at least a week. Probably no-one cares, mostly you're here looking for Judy Finnegan porn. The reason I've posted nothing is that I've been confined at work for days. Junior doctors have it pretty easy generally. I however have managed to sign up to work seven days a week for six consecutive weeks, excepting one morning off to recover from my forthcoming birthday hangover. It's frankly a bit miserable. The highlight of my week has been wearing a Holter monitor on Monday. It's a device like a Walkman crossed with an ECG machine, that you wear for 24 hours. My cardiologist wanted to keep I eye on my heart, it being permanently frazzled by coffee and cocktails. It was very inhibiting, knowing that some smirking electro-cardiology technician would be able to infer my every activity from a pattern of missed beats and tachycardias.
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