And it's a gigantic "hey!" to everyone from my desk in the office at the end of the corridor of the mighty Division of Pharmacology, University of Cape Town, South Africa. So... yeah. After yesterday's freak summer's day (in which I in fact did _not_ manage to head out to that dodgy spot behind the dunes for an all-over tan session), it's gone all putrid. While not even slightly cold, the weather is utterly miserable - deep grey-black sky, wind - and they are calling rain for tonight. In fairness, my mate Craig called this morning and said he was bunking work and heading beachwards; I was obliged to look the other way because I had a mountain of work to do :( and also because I didn't bring my beach gear like I did yesterday... Well, perhaps "gear" is too strong a word - I tend to live my life in a pair of boardies (boardshorts, you understand - I have dozens at home) and a t-shirt, even in winter; so my beach gear consists of a bag with a second pair of boardies (for in case mine are still wet when I hit the car; and also an excuse to flash people on the beach while changing heh), a towel and a bottle of Coke. Not a can of Coke; and not one of those plastic 500ml bottles, either - a 500ml glass bottle. I don't know - something about the taste being better out of glass than metal or plastic. And it's retro, which is very "in" at the moment. Anyway, point is, the bag with the towel, the boardies and the Coke is at home. Oh, there's a hat in there as well - at the moment, it's one of the Miller's caps I blagged at the promo on Saturday night, which you can read about (if you really care) in the entry on the right labelled "It's Monday and I'm OK." Read at your peril. Oh, and a tube of sunblock as well. So, boardies, towel, Coke, hat and sunscreen all back at home - no beach day for me today. Even so, I dropped my uniform (the aforementioned boardies and t-shirt) for today for some reason; so I'm in jeans - can't really head out to the beach in jeans; and Craig will have a heart attack if I was to wander about down there in my underwear (he's very sensitive that way, for some reason) and tanning nekkid will get my nice tight little butt flung in jail. Moral of the story: Keep your beach gear in the car, even in the bleak midwinter, for just-in-case. Of course having said all that, the weather's turned shit, so the joke's on Craig anyway haha. In other news, I am bailing on karate tonight (I attend a class Tues and Thurs; I teach a class on Mon)to go to see how bad Troy is. The reviews have all been less than glowing; in fact, about as glowing as a blown light bulb, so I'm expecting it to be horrific and hoping to be pleasantly surprised. The other option would be to attend karate and undoubtedly get flung around by Marcus, who's my height (6'4") but at 110kg outweighs me by 15kg, and is a little too keen to try to be quick and flowing for someone who's as limber as he isn't. So the Trojans win. Not the condoms; the Trojans in the movie (although apparently the Greeks win in the movie). Until tomorrow... laters