Liquid lunch

It could have been the beers or maybe it was the sleep on the train back to Inverkeithing but I got home from Scobes' pie-and-a-pint-and-a-pint-and-a-pint-when-you-asked-for-a-half lunch feeling decidedly groggy so I took myself back out again to let the wind at the harbour wake me up again. That worked for a bit and I discovered that taping the edges of the welding glass cuts out all the light that causes flare. So that's that toy sorted.

Shall I moan about public transport? Nah, everybody knows it's crap.

Now all I need to do is back up all my important stuff before prising the case of my Mac Mini open and put more RAM into it.