That'll be a pass then

The worky exam thing, that is.

Which was nice.

Turned out that one of the assessors was a bloke I used to work with down south, back at Felixstowe, first time I went front line; made sure it wasn't him that assessed my work, partly for reasons of credibility but mainly becasue I really didn't want him knowing what a f*ckwit I've become since I left! Interesting to swap stories with him after the work was done and the results known.... when I started down there, I arrived with a particular oversized loon I'd worked with on and off for years. Didn't know at the time we were known as "Dangerous and Dangerous'er" (not sure which one I was) ; and that I was considered "a gun nut with anger issues and a monster motorbike". But in a friendly way. Heheheheh.

Celebrated - not so much the success but more the end of the damned stressy process by heading off to the house of beer for a few. Mainly indulged in Fugglestou's IPA; I'd not normally bother with an IPA but I enjoyed their Hewitt's repro at the Lincoln Beer Festival and I'm glad I gave it the time, as it's clear and lovely and moreish. Oh, and a Porter'ish dark beer called "Black Dog". I wouldn't have bothered, but I have enough scrapes with my own Black Dog and I really couldn't resist it. Back home for Chinese and silly Peter Jackson DVD, so at least there's no need to cook brekkie!!!