Bratislava - wet privates

Typical. After weeks of sunny weather i arrive in austria and is chucking it down. Struggled to bratislava to get a hotel and find there is a nato summit on. The place is crawling with huge coppers, armed to the teeth. Of course this is a prime Target for all manner of terrorists, so they are all a bit jumpy. One of them looks at me and asks in a thick slovakian accent:

"vat ees zis?"

"oh, thats my ukulele", I reply.

Guatanemo bay here i come

sitting at the back

From my forthcoming tomb "java poetry"

Roses are red
violets are blue
i've got an enterprise java bean
and so have you

Flat Line

Doing some training with the Blue Meanies. Sitting at the back with my coat on as usual; this time, things got bad. During a bit about DB2 Stored Procedures I think I actually died. Tunnel vision, floating above myself and everything. If it had been ER a machine would have gone "PING!" and doctors and nurses would have rushed around pressing my chest and shouting "give him 2 mils of spanadone and FAST!"

Usually I just play solitaire and everything is all right.

Emailing the blog

Blogger now lets you email to your blog. This was a feature of the old
blogger so they have just re-introduced it with the new face lift. Oooo.

The Unsuitable Bicycle Club

So only 3 days to go before the annual Unsuitable Bicycle Club tour. This year we are cycling down the Danube from Vienna to Budepest. To make things more interesting, this year my chum and I are taking Ukeleles. In fact we have formed a band, "The Dukes of Uke" and this is going to be the "Uke's of Hazard" tour. The only question is: will we have the nerve or the tunes to busk in Budepest?