Sleep Interrupted

Early this morning, much sooner than any of us had expected, Louise’s father, Les Davis, died.

On the principle that it’s who you know not what you know, I’ve decided to get all connected up with people on LinkedIn. If you know me, work in IT and are already signed up at the aforementioned site, you can expect a nagging invitation from yours truly. Some of you non-signed-up people might get unlucky too.

Yes, Sleep Interrupted looks a little different at the moment. It’s an experiment. Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Due to changes forced on us by our ISP, this blog will be moving to a new address as of Wednesday.

I’m going to have a bash at hooking up neworbit.org as the permanent address. This works at the moment, but in a fairly inelegant way, so I wouldn’t suggest using it by default quite yet.

Our usually reliable ISP had a catastrophic disk failure over the weekend, meaning that this blog was temporarily wiped off the face of the Internet. Luckily I had most of it backed up, so we’re online again. Only the photos are missing, and I should have those back up in a day or two.

So. I’ve finally gone and joined all the cool kids on the intarweb and got myself a weblog.

Why? Well, I used to enjoy talking to my friends down the pub over a pint. But as time passed, many of them moved away — I doubt James and Vicky will be making the Reading to Sydney trip for a swift half — and now that I have a young family of my own, I don’t get many evenings off.

It’s a cliche, but I really didn’t realise how much I missed it until it was gone. The infrequent times we do meet up seem to pass in a blur and there’s so much left unsaid, on my part at least.

This weblog is my solution — it might even work! Emailing just doesn’t seem right any more, and my growing sense of pompous self-importance demands that I stake my claim in the blogosphere. And of course, you will be hanging on my every word here. Or something.

The plan has been circulating in my head for about the past six months. The catalyst for actually doing something about it was my wife, Louise, giving birth to our second child, Jessica. So, rather than the pub-talk topics I originally intended, expect lots of pictures of Jessica and her brother Ben. At least for the time being. If you’re not interested, don’t read. I’m not the boss of you!