Chris Northcott

So yesterday I turned 25, and realised I’m finally old. Well, old by my own standards, but a young’in by most other peoples’.

Not much really happened, aside from receiving a coconut cake (I’m often called a “strange coconut” at home… heh) with letter candles spelling out “yay hat!”, the thorough breaking of general relativity, and a satellite falling to Earth over what’s looking increasingly likely to be the Pacific Ocean.

I went up to Norwich for an interview on the 22nd, and wow, it’s so much prettier than Chelmsford. It’s a city that insists it’s a rural village; I like that. Not only that but looking for local property turned up some real gems, like a very affordable 1bed flat in Cromer, which, while *on the seafront* is far too far from Norwich itself to be practical. The interview went pretty well though, aside from interview nerves causing a spot of sweatiness and forgetting the basics of SSL momentarily. Oops.

The train ride was a bit pants I must say. The cost wasn’t too bad — £33; Ely, which is closer to Chelmsford by a good county or so, is £48! I went on expecting power points and WiFi like most other train companies — forget it, not a single plug anywhere, and the WiFi was extra for us economy peons. *sigh* It’s National Express though, I’ve kind of come to expect this “image first, customers second” thing from them for a while now. Anyone who’s ever been on First’s X30 Southend-Stansted service will know just how epic the journey is, from the comfy leather seats to the six power points at the tables and *actually free* WiFi.

Anyway… belated happy birthday to myself ^^/.