Minimal

Actually, the far-right recorder of world records is worm food these days. Still, I’m sure he’d be impressed by my fuel economy on the trip to and from Manchester this weekend. The round trip was done on a single tank of fuel (that’s a first for a start), getting an average of 42.4 mpg. In a Mini Cooper S, that’s pretty much unheard-of. My previous best was 33.0 mpg. Suffice it to say the journey home was a little less exciting than the karting before it. :)

Oh, and my fuel gauge appears to have died of shock. Upon refilling in Cramlington, the needle promptly shot down to zero and seems determined to stay there. Poor lamb.

That was my solemn vow upon leaving Daytona Racing in Manchester last June. Having been robbed of victory by a bunch of cheating Mancs, I swore I’d get my revenge. This weekend, I did just that. Victory is mine. :)

While I can’t claim the high ground of the fastest lap, I did at least win fairly comfortably and, I believe, got the fastest lap of those who didn’t have their own overalls, gloves, helmet, shoes, kart, etc. My mate, John, who had graciously agreed to indulge my desire for vengeance, also put in a storming performance to get 4th place, starting from 9th on the grid. In fact, had he not been punted off in successive qualifiers, he might well have been on the podium. Next time, eh, John? ;)

To everyone who knows me:

If I ever find out that you’ve purchased that single, I shall not only erase you from my Christmas card list, I shall erase you from existence. Yes, that’s right: if I catch you ding-dinging at all in the coming week, you’re for it. Dead. Deceased. An ex-friend. You might think I’m bluffing, but ask yourself — are you willing to take that risk?

Update: bugger. :-/

You know, when you’re trying to expand your web development skills, having a flaky internet connection is not the greatest start. I’ve recently been using a BT Voyager 2100 wireless network router thingamy with Freeserve Broadband and I’m less than impressed by it. While having broadband at home is a new experience for me (and a nice one at that), falling off the local network every 5-10 minutes is a right pain in the ass. Surely wireless networking can cope with the router being downstairs and me being upstairs?

Hmmm... maybe not. “Ideal circumstances,” my ass.