A time machine

25 years ago I used to witter incessantly with my good friend Kenneth in his wood-lined room in our very posh student accommodation in St. Salvator's Hall in St. Andrews University drinking way too much black coffee as an attempt to recover from the night-before's vast consumption of alcohol.

Funnily enough our chat in IM tonight got uncannily close to the old days.

Oh I do love this intraweb thingy ...