Well I wasn’t expecting a sea view from the Jacuzzi

This mornining started from the end of last night. We went to bed at about one thity after consuming fish. Nothing wrong with that except we had to beup at four. So we spent the next twenty minutes bumming, it was actually quite nice to go at it without a canine audience. I then spent the next three hours not sleeping, Jamie was happily snoring away. So the alarm went off at 4AM. We piled into the car and drove to Bristol airport. We were then confronted with a queue 3 miles long for the EasyJet bacg drop, thankfully it all moved pretty quickly.

We went through security and picked up some smellys in the duty free. Flight was a bit bumpy but otherwise uneventful. The transfer was just over an hour. We were on a bus with eight other people, to be quite frank if I stayed in any of the hotels it stopped at I would be suicidal, I’d seen more welcoming travel lodges. Thankfully when we came up to ours it was on it’s own Island, with a private causeway. Checkin was brisk but courtious. We had a welcome cocktail, an upgrade and a blokie take ho drove us to our room angling for a tip (he didn’t get one).

Room, well what can I say, we pretty much lucked out on this one. We have a full see view, from the end of the king size four poster bed. We also has a full sea view from the jacuzzi bath and the balcony which is in a seperate lounge. We have a walk in closet, if you wanted to come out of it, this would be the perfect one to choose.

I unpacked, then I put far too much bubble bath in the jacuzzi, set the motors on. It was rather loud but also rather fun. There was more foam than a DFS sofa. I got in the bath and opened a beer while looking out into the sea. I called Jamieover who then woke up and joined me. He then started massaging me for about half an hour and managed to produce a prize winning hard-on (me not him). I then bent him over the bath and bummed him senseless. I then used the rather impressive shower that had a head about the same size as mine. We had a little kip for an hour and then tarted up for dinner. Well I put on a clean t-shirt and Jamie got the latest outfit from the ‘one-direction’ selection on. We then vebtured through the maze of alleyways and found the restaurant. To say it was a bit empty was an understatement, no wonder we got a room upgrade. Wine was served by the glass which was somewhat a dissapointment. I will need to have words about that tomorrow. First course wasn’t good, I had cold chips and even colder pasta. Still second time round we found the grilled section and I had some lovely seabass and a chicken kebab. Followed by some rather sweet puddings, mind you it was quite difficult to find one which wasn’t doused in coconut. We then found a bar which is where I’m at now. There don’t seem to be many people here which is good, there don’t seem to be any kids which is better. There are a bunch of fairly fit Germans, but the jury is out on those until I see them in their swimwear collection. I do have a gut sat on the table behind who is trying to break some sort of sneezing world record. And he’s drinking coffee, he has this all wrong. Jamie is drinking some blue cocktail, I’m sticking to the beer. I haven’t slept in 48 hours, been forced to have sex three times and Mr. nose is going full force behind me. The clientell does seem somewhat posh, I’m yet to meet a Sharon from Essex or any one from Wales. I’m now descending into my beer googles and probably going for an early night. Jury is still out on the hotel, will have to sample the breakfast, the sun beds and the Germans. First impressions are pretty good, but if the guy behind me doesn’t shut up, I’m going to jam a wine bottle up hid nose.

So what do you do just before going on holiday? Ah yes, hoovering.

So this morning started with Jamie going to work, Dillon taking his place on the bed and Sasha snoring. I got everyone up and made breakfast. After cruising porn it was time to take them for a walk, so we went to the field. Came back and then went to Tesco’s to pick up some Euro and Lira. God knows what they take at the moment they are never quite sure.

Then it was time to pack the dogs off to the kennels, they seemed reasonably happy, although Sasha was jumping eight foot in the air and then landing on top of Dillon. When I left Dillon was explaining to a dog stood outside his kennel that he was either planning on eating him or shagging him, not sure, but a lot of barking. They will be fine.

Walked into town, picked up some new flip-flops and a couple of t-shirts, so I can have something without dog hair on it. Came back, did the accounts, sowed buttons on Jamie fat bastards trousers and started packing. I have three t-shirts and two pairs of shorts. Jamie is now sorting through all his shoes and ‘formal wear’, bloody poof.

I spent the early evening hovering and washing the floor. I thought it would be nice to come back to a dog hair free zone rather than a shit hole, even if it is for only one day.

Early start tomorrow. Next entry will be from Turkey.

What is it about Italian game shows and women getting their tits out

Work was fairly dull today after yesterdays rather productive day. It was mainly about fixing data builds, the dull side. I did get to have a play around with some performance and analysis tools in the afternoon though.

It rained rather a lot.

Shopping arrived, basically lots of chocolate biscuits for the holiday. Went to pump. Got the suitcase down from the loft. Tomorrow I may think about packing, which would probably be quite wise. But tonight I have a bath, in the joyous knowledge that there is no work for a week. On the downside it does mean I have to spend more time with Jamie, but I do have limitless alcohol and plenty of books.

I completed a circuit and landed

Work was all about input today, input from keyboards, input from mice and input from game pads. All oddly went according to plan.

Popped out and picked up my happy pill prescription, it was going to take fifteen minutes so I popped across the road and got a haircut, was back just as it was ready.

Had a sandwich and walked the dogs, actually other way round. Finished up work early evening, was about to go for a run but it was pissing down. So did a bit more work, then went for a run. Came back, had a shower, did a bit more work (I was enjoying it). I then fired up the sim and did some hovering. After that I completed a circuit, took off, flew east, then north, then west, then south and finally east again back to where I started. I landed it, all good. Hopefully all this sim work will pay off.

Jamie is cooking tonight. Spag bog.

Fibers and Zac Efron

Work was all about fibers. Now I have a problem with fibers, unless you have a hardware device that can block I just cannot see the point in them. You have a thread that is pre-emptive, but fibers are cooperative, in other words a bit bloody useless. On a PSU they made sense as you can block on SPU, but on other platforms….nah, just can’t see the point. You can always write the code in a cooperative way without buggering about switching contexts.

Took Sasha to daycare, we were there at 6:30 due to Jamie smashing me in the head with his elbow at 6:00.

Spent all day working basically, went for a quick run in the evening, it was raining, then had a bath.

Now sat down watching a Zac Efron film, which I’ll no doubt fall asleep through.

Aviation law, the highway code of the skies

Work was long and quite dull, but almost getting to the fun bits. All I seem to do these days is annoy people from the Czech Republic, not intentional.

Didn’t walk the dogs as it wasn’t my day.

Started reading the aviation law and meteorology book. The highway code is about what fifty pages, this book is about three hundred and reads like a phone book. It’s quite dull to say the least. Okay, it’s all fairly important stuff I need to learn as I will have to take an exam on it. But every country has slightly different rules just to confuse things and that includes England and Scotland. It’s quite interesting in a couple of places though, did you know that if you are on a collision course with a plane you always turn to the right…Still it will make some quite mundane holiday reading.

Went for a run. Did another half hours flying on the simulator, it’s all coming to me quite naturally now, I think I crashed about three times in half an hour and that was just because I was testing the limits. The first time I flew it I think I crashed about every five seconds.

No home checks for weeks, then two miles away

Started fairly much on time and got stuck straight in. Messages and issue came flooding in thick and fast. Slowly got on top of everything. Still trying to get everything to build for my platform, now have 116 files modified just to make it compile, more testing me thinks before committing that lot.

Walked the dogs, weather was a bit shite today, but was sunny when we went out.

Went to combat, followed by two home checks over at Servern Beach, which is almost in Wales. Still both done, all fine. Came back and did some more work. I’m now knackered, haven’t eaten yet and Jamie is demanding sex. It’s going to be a tiring night.

Rage buggies and dog shows

So yesterday started off far too early for a Saturday. I had breakfast and then took the dogs for a long walk. After they were suitably knackered I then got in the car and drove up to Windsor. This for our company summer ‘jolly’. It was at the bosses country residence. It wasn’t bad for a semi, only 4 acres of garden though and the pool wasn’t very big. There was a catering company there doing various burgers and stuff and an outside bar serving champagne. After two glasses I stuck to the beer otherwise I would have been completely shit faced. After about an hour of yacking we were divided up into three teams and off we went for activities. We started on the ‘Rage Buggies’ which were great fun. We were instructed to use right foot only for throttle and brake. So as soon as we got in of course we were all left foot braking and thrashing the hell out of the things. After buggies we recharged at the bar and then did ‘laser clays’, which is basically clay pigeon shooting without the cartridges. It was pretty fun through we all had a good laugh. Finally after more burgers and beers it was time for quad bikes, this was also great. Anyway, didn’t win anything, but overall our team ‘won’ so we all have a tacky medal.

More drink was consumed. It’s true that most of the company are pretty ugly. There are a couple of cute artists though. It was also very nice to see my colleague there who only three weeks ago had an operation for tongue cancer, considering, he looked fabulous. At about 9PM we all got into taxis and went to a rather nice little hotel in central Windsor. After a brew and a shower we all descended into the bar for more beers and a selection of egg crest sandwiches, which were followed by more egg crest sandwiches. Went to bed.

Woke up at about 6AM, went back to sleep. Managed in the end to get up at about 8:45. Went down to breakfast, wasn’t feeling too bad. Met up with others, had breakfast and vast amounts of black coffee. The serving boys were very cute, there was a couple I would have quite happily jumped. Jenna commented that aren’t they a big young and don’t I want some one with a more mature front end. We need to have a discussion.

Got into a Taxi with a colleague and went back to bosses house to pick up the car. Then drove home via two more Gromits.

Then the family got in the car and we all drove to Ashton Court for the Hollyhedge fun dog show. We walked round for a bit and then got rained on. That eventually stopped. I registered both dogs for ‘best rescue’. We went for a good walk around the place as everything was running late. The sun came out, we queued up with far too many dogs to be interviewed. Sasha did her usual jump up and mug everyone. Dillon just sat there and looked cute. Sasha won a ‘highly recommended’, Dillon won bugger all. We hung around for the raffle and also didn’t win anything on that. Got in the car just in time for it to piss down. Drove home. I then popped out and got petrol. Did about an hours flying, then did all the accounts. Printed out the Visa’s for Turkey.

There was a thing through the door from the police about complaints about pavement parking in this road, my favourite subject. They said they would start ticketing people, is there a god after all?

After yesterdays euphoria, the most exciting thing I did today was purchase dog insurance

So started off with doing lots of fun work doing systems testing. Okay, it wasn’t fun but had to be done. Can’t go into too many exciting details.

Walked the dogs. Uneventful. Went to the gym and did pump, uneventful. Not even the cute boy was there. Did more work.

I bought dog insurance. He mustn’t get ill for 14 days, but is covered for injury, so if he looks a bit peeky I’ll punch him in the face.

Of to the company ‘Summer Event’ tomorrow, god knows what that will be like.

I am a hovering god

Woke up at the crack of dawn, well it was just before 7:30. Let the dogs out, got breakfast and a coffee. Cruised porn (okay, email, FB, weather). Got up and then trundled up the M5. I was at Staverton airport by 9AM. Popped in the Transair shop, very small. Met up with Captain James, we had a small chat about power levels, inches of mercury (manifold pressure) and attitude (that’s where it’s pointing, not that I’m a cunt). We jumped in the R22 (after I got my cushion). I ran through the check-list and fired her up (is it a she?). James taxied to the heli-pad and then started off on a shallow ascent. At 1000ft I took the cyclic and the pedals. We then did a short circuit around at different airspeeds. I was on top of the flap-back this time and had no problems changing attitudes and airspeeds. I then turned back to the airport and entered a shallow descent. James took over the last 500ft. We then stopped in the circle at the end of the runway. It was hover time! I took the cyclic and the pedals, a couple of wobbles and then I just stayed there. Started playing around a bit, moved around the circle and then got back to the centre of it. I then took over the collective and started varying the heights as well. So that was it, I was in control of everything, I didn’t flip it over, I didn’t whack the tail in the ground and didn’t whack the rotor into the tail boom. Oddly when I turned up there, all thoughts of mast bumping, vortex rings and low rpm stalls vanished. I never felt nervous of frightened at any point. Even when I was solely in control of the whole thing I felt entirely comfortable. It’s no different really to driving a car, except it’s in three dimensions. I spent about half hour practising hovering and landing. I then headed down the runway and James parked it back at the hanger. I was very pleased with my progress. I talked to James about using the simulator, he said, “Whatever you’re doing keep it up it’s working. Even if it chops off a couple of hours that’s going to save you six hundred quid.” So the X-Plane practice has certainly paid off. I’ll try and continue an hour a day on that. If anything actually, the real thing is slightly easier to hover than the simulator, probably because you get a sense of perspective. Next time we are doing ascents and descents at different power levels. It’s going to be about three weeks though as we are off on holiday, still I have to read up on air law as in about 17 hours I need to fly solo. Captain James was pleased at my progress and certainly so was I.

Drove back down the M5, started work at 11:30. Finally got the assets for something I needed to get on with, so got on with that. Work all the way through to 7. Got a hell of a lot done really. Went out for a run, then came back and did even more work.

So good day all in all. Once again I came back smiling, that’s the important thing. And it was cracking weather, flying just above the haze was amazing. I must stop looking at frighteningly expensive Bose headsets.