HERE BE A BOG called Silicon Limey, written by a geezer who is headed over to San Francisco to work as an ex-pat, in much the same way, we guess, we’ll be doing out in Bengaluru in a week or so.
The pic he runs doesn’t do me many favours. It was taken in Ole Taipei. I didn’t suffer a massive heart attack, thank goodness. Only the tiniest bit of my heart was affected, and I had a triple, not a quadruple bypass.
Nor did I start quaffing endless pints and smoking Marlboro Reds as if there was no tomorrow. I don’t know what he means about my unstable hands either – sheesh, I could tell a story or two about him if pixels were free. Like, for example, if he was slumped with his head on top of a keyboard, wouldn’t it be beeping like crazy? Is he Silicon Limey, or Silicon Cor Blimey?
But the slowly burning question of the day persists. Is he now in San Francisco? Will he be able to find a decent cup of tea over there? Has he got adequate medicare? Can we find a recent photograph of him in our digital portfolios? ♥