About the culprit

Information is strange stuff. It's a bit like water: it leaks from the tiniest crack, in some place you never even knew existed, and spreads slowly outwards. Insignificant factlets combine with miniscule inferences and glimmerings of non-flat probability, and slowly does the moisture collect, out of sight and of no great importance. Until ten years later, when it brings your ceiling down.

On the other hand, it's like the old can of worms - once opened, it stays that way until, after prodigous efforts, you manage to cram it all back into a bigger can. Except that some of it has wriggled away in the meantime.

So perhaps the metaphor I'm after is a runny can of worms. Or maybe I need to read less Terry Pratchett. Anyway, the issue is, what exactly is the point of telling you about myself? If you've good reason to be interested, the chances are you know already. And if you don't, then I probably shouldn't tell you.

Still, it seems to be traditional, so herewith. You is what you does. What I does mainly involves an outfit called Caversham Computer Services, where I write software (under whichever job title I feel like that day) with side-orders of being a sysadmin, helldesk sufferer, hardware fixer and any other tech stuff that needs doing. I'm not going to give you the URL just yet 'cos we need to have a chat with the web site first. We're planning to release some free goodies fairly soon. The rest is in my CV.

I do other stuff as well.