In completely unrelated news, my arms ache. Seven years is along time to go without drumming.
Soldier crashes tanks on German joyride
A British soldier crashed not one but two 8-tonne reconnaissance tanks after breaking out of his camp in north Germany early on Friday on a drunken joyride.
The 18-year-old soldier drove the first Scimitar tank out of his camp near Hohne at about 4 a.m. but left the road after half a kilometre and the vehicle ground to a halt, police in the nearby town of Celle said.
Undeterred, he walked back to base, fetched another light tank and sped off towards the town of Bergen, pursued by military police who had spotted him. When they tried to block his path he swerved and crashed into a beech tree.
"He evidently tried to shake them off, then lost control of the vehicle," said a police spokesman. "I don't know if he was an experienced tank driver but I'm not sure you can be at 18."
German police said his alcohol level was double the legal limit and opened a dangerous driving investigation.
"Why and how he did it, we don't know yet," said an army spokesman, who added that the soldier was with a reconnaissance unit but gave no further details.
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Third time's the charm.....
...the only problem being it'd be less money than the aforementioned job interview, and I'd be staying in catering rather than moving into the systems/IT directorate. The fact that this offer came after I'd finished presenting a system and explaining how I planned to work in IT for a few years, get some money together then hit the freelance photography trail, made it all the more peculiar.
On the plus side, I'd be staying with a pretty decent company with a clear career path, rather than upping sticks and working for a shitty bank that took my bailout taxes and gave them to their Chief Exec. In LEEDS.
And then there's IBM. Got a final interview with them, and it'd be a cracking job to get, but it's all the way down in Winchester. All complicated by my gorgeous girlfriend and her little'un, who can't exactly just hop in the car and come with me.
My head hurts, so I shall conclude with a few photos and a little Mario:
The girlfriend:
The little'un:
Some snow:
A little Mario:
Please, Sky, give me a job.
Happy New Year!
Here's hoping this one has dramatically more fun and laid-back-ness and dramatically less heartbreak and low-flying shit than the last one.
Erm. Ditto. I'd also quite like a decent job at some point this year.
On the plus side, I finally have enough cash to buy the drum kit I've had my eye on since March
Team work counts today. Which is a shame, because your 'team members', otherwise known as the laziest bunch of repobates in the office, aren't pulling their weight. Grin and bear it, for now. Time will help with this one."
Truer words were never spoken.
