As I can't think of anything to post today, I've decided to leave a coded message. Just in case any Russian Spies (or Scottish ones -eh Gwen?), are reading this blog.
You know the type of thing. Two middle age men sidle up to each other on a grey day (prefereably not on Hampstead Heath), exchange code words and hatch a dastardly plot to overthrow somebody or other.
If any spies respond I can then arrange to meet them in Gorky Park (to the sountrack of Wind of Change by the Scorpions) and exchange microfilms. Then go on the run, like Richard Hannay (the Robert Donat one) in the 39 Steps....but not for too long, as I have to go back to work next week and have busy time planned.. pushing envelopes, running things up flagpoles and putting things on back-burners.
Anyway, today's coded message is:
"Comrade, the union of the snake is on the climb."
Enjoy the bank holiday.