TRFITSCI Friday

End.
Of.
The.
Week.

PHEW!

This afternoon to I am off to the wicka-wa, wicka-wicka-wa, wicka-wicka-wicka-Wild Wild West of Wales.

To camp. In tents. And eat, in all probability, fish and chips.

If pressed and in possession of mess tins, a penknife and a stove I can live off the land quite happily, but after living through one long weekend on nettle soup and thicket fruit in my life already, I'd rather not do it again. I forgot my rations, and only did it to impress the younger cadets, anyway.

So, whilst braving the horrors of Gower and it's internationally feared Sheep of Death, if you miss me, you can always read some of the Gap Project, which will of course keep going, day by day, over the weekend.
By magic, probably.

Extra super-duper-wowser-extra-mega-mega-white-thing-lager-lager-lager-shiny-spinky bonus points for anyone who guesses what the acronym in the title is.

Usual spiel, in a good mood; prize of secondhand book or random mix CD yadda yadda yadda best suggestion/idea of silliness. I'll be impressed if anyone gets it. I'll post the answer/winner before I bog off to Leek Country.

Later...
Gnats! You're all lame.
Well, it is Friday, I suppose.

Thank Random Fluctuations In The Spacetime Continuum It's Friday...as opposed to those other well known sayings; Thank God It's Friday/Thank Jehovah It's Friday/ Thank Allah It's Friday.

It's an atheist's relief for the end of the week.

And with that, this atheist is off to Wales, hopefully avoiding any vicious roving bands of men who terrorise the valleys with close harmony singing...