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What a wonderfully weird day. My post this morning included a very suspicious looking package from Ghana addressed simply to the Editor. When I opened it up, I found a letter from a guy who wanted me to help him get a visa because he is a “brilliand but needy” student. He’d even included his diploma to prove it, and a request that I prove my commitment to him by sending him a Roland keyboard, a CD ROM and a copy of the magazine.

I went to the organic soup shop for lunch, which is far nicer than Bagelmania. I haven’t been back there since the spoon incident, but this place has spoons coming out of its ears. Hundreds of the things, and they’re wooden, too, which is far more classy than see-though red plastic rubbish.

So, I took my parsnip and apple soup back to my desk and found another suspicious looking package had arrived. This one was in plain brown paper and when I opened it I found the most extraordinary Barbara Cartland (one novel every 2 weeks for 18 years) goodie pack, consisting of a novel (clearly from a second hand bookshop as it was priced up at a pound), three photos, a timeline biography showing key moments in her life and a “magical” oak leaf. The leaf is sprayed gold and mounted in a little cardboard folder that she signed (presumably before she died) in fat red felt-tip. Apparently if you touch it and make a wish, whatever the wish is will come true.

Hmmm…

Perhaps I should wish for a visa for the guy who wants the keyboard.

Drifted to the pub with a handful of the team to say goodbye to Jon who is leaving the labs after many years service of testing PCs and fixing my email on an almost monthly basis.

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