This is major freaky.<\/p>\n
I’m sitting on the train – not the one I’d planned.<\/p>\n
Not the one I’d planned because Chiltern Trains decided I really didn’t need to be in London at the time I do need to be in London.<\/p>\n
So they cancelled the 06.15 from Warwick.<\/p>\n
Which was really nice of them, wasn’t it?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
So instead I had to spend half an hour sitting in a not-very-waiting-room Waiting Room, sipping a scandalously overpriced Latte, reading Haldeman.<\/p>\n
Maybe I should add that the Haldeman was a Christmas present from Soph, not a peace offering from Chiltern Trains for making me late for my first appointment of the day and also screwing the timings for the rest of it. <\/p>\n
Anyway.<\/p>\n
I’m sitting on a train.<\/p>\n
Accessing the internet on The World’s Fastest Laptop…<\/p>\n
Via my mobile phone.<\/p>\n
Brilliant!<\/p>\n
I’ve configured a Bluetooth connection from the laptop to my mobile; a 3G connection from my mobile to the internet.<\/p>\n
Spam while I journey.<\/p>\n
Yeah.<\/p>\n
There’s another thing I’ve noticed.<\/p>\n
The World’s Fastest Laptop has a way more powerful network card than the old IBM ThinkPad.<\/p>\n
Every 30 seconds or so, as the train pushes on southwards to London, the network window pops up with another WiFi connection asking me if I want to connect.<\/p>\n
No, thanks.<\/p>\n
That’s someone’s house dude!<\/p>\n
Does this new (for me, bear with me, I’m catching up with the rest of the interconnectivity world) type of connectivity mean that the days of having a separate 3G card installed in my laptop are gone?<\/p>\n
That’s what my old IBM had – a 3G card.<\/p>\n
So I’m out of it?<\/p>\n
I can call up Vodafone and cancel my 3G card contract – thus saving about \u00a320\/month?<\/p>\n
Well yes, it looks like it.<\/p>\n
Excellent, I shall investigate further.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile on the train.<\/p>\n
It’s a dog eat dog world on the 06.44 from Warwick.<\/p>\n
Let me fill you in on my immediate world.<\/p>\n
I’m in the window seat of four.<\/p>\n
On my right is Guy in Short Sleeved Shirt who’s pouring over an SAP manual.<\/p>\n
Opposite him is Woman with Many Pieces of Paper and a Blackberry.<\/p>\n
Sitting next to her – opposite me – is Hot Girl.<\/p>\n
When she got on she had a black ‘Crombie’ type overcoat on.<\/p>\n
Underneath that – she’s taken it off and stuffed it in the overhead – she has a tight, short, low-necked black dress that might seem, to some, to be a little out of place in the world of 9-5.<\/p>\n
Well, it might to me.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I’m just square.<\/p>\n
She looks at me.<\/p>\n
She looks at me a lot.<\/p>\n
Yeah baby.<\/p>\n
I’m married, right?<\/p>\n
But you can look.<\/p>\n
Hahahahaha.<\/p>\n
Oh my God.<\/p>\n
She’s looking at me because I keep laughing.<\/p>\n
And giggling.<\/p>\n
And snorting.<\/p>\n
Not because she thinks I’m cool.<\/p>\n
Not because I look like a clean cut seducer (even though I may be \u00e2\u20ac\u201c in my head).<\/p>\n
I’ve really got to stop listening to iPod stuff that makes me laugh, because no-one else can hear it, right?<\/p>\n
Right.<\/p>\n
Be cool, Bren.<\/p>\n
Jobs.<\/p>\n
I wonder what they do, for a living; Guy in Short Sleeved Shirt, Woman with Many Pieces of Paper and a Blackberry and Hot Girl.<\/p>\n
GiSSS, it might be fair to assume, is some kind of SAP specialist, or a trainer in SAP.<\/p>\n
WwMPPaaB though? That’s a tough one.<\/p>\n
She could be working for the Recycling Authority? Maybe?<\/p>\n
OK, maybe not.<\/p>\n
Perhaps she works for Blackberry; showing us how the clever use of technology is capable of supplanting these Many Pieces of Paper?<\/p>\n
Hmmm…<\/p>\n
Too much thinking.<\/p>\n
Hot Girl?<\/p>\n
She’s either a high-flying brain in the fashion industry, or a receptionist in a road haulage firm.<\/p>\n
In my world there’s no in-between.<\/p>\n
Screwed; that’s my head.<\/p>\n
Anyway, going to sign off.<\/p>\n
The Chiltern Trains train that did arrive is just pulling through Bicester North.<\/p>\n
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