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Blogged Out

I feel I’ve been neglecting this journal. Too much work of late.

Today, I’m writing as the train shudders over the Medway Bridge at Rochester. It’s moving around far too much for me to do any real work this morning, which is annoying, as I had planned to use the hundred minutes between the coast and London to do some real work.

I suppose I’m lucky. It’s almost Spring-like this morning. The last time I tried taking the train two weeks ago, I got nowhere. The wrong kind of ice you know or was it pollen or leaves or any other excuse that suits. The truth of the matter is that trains in the Britain of the 21st century are an unpredictable and frequently uncomfortable and overcrowded means of travel; laptop unfriendly as well to add to the bargain.



Stop to pause for a mile or so to keep my PC from sliding around. A wireless link would be good. One day perhaps or more possible half way through the century before the rail operators catch-up with the idea of adding wireless access points to every train. They need to solve the suspension problem first, after all, if Eurostar can do it why can’t Southern Rail?

I’ve been experimenting with the Linked In network. At first I was dubious or suspicious about its value but my own ‘Trusted Network’ of contacts is growing nicely and I’m starting to see some value in the idea, not just for me but for those people that I know who can see who I know as a route for introductions. Sort of six degrees of separation or a case of “I didn’t know that Simon Moores knew so and so, he’s just the person I need to ask about wireless widgets or government policy”.

If you see what I mean.

Last week, I received an unexpected call from one of the ‘Big Six’ consultants. – Are there still six? Apparently the second-stage of an eGovernment project in the middle-east is up for tender and I’ve been asked if I would be interested in acting as a kind of lead consultant if they win the deal. Why not, I thought, it’s one of the few countries I haven’t explored in the region from an electronic government perspective and the last time I was there, it was on a bicycle.

I’m wondering how the announcement of a new police agency, The Serious & Organised Crime Agency, (SOCA) will impact the fight against Hi-tech and eCrime in general. I watched Blunkett and Blair doing the rounds yesterday and visiting the headquarters of the NHTCU, possibly to suggest that between them they could spell ‘asymmetric warfare’. Frankly, I would put more faith in the Home Secretary’s Labrador but it was amusing to see the people I knew at the NHTCU with their faces blanked-out for security reasons and of course, the television reporter, who couldn’t reveal the confidential location in Docklands, standing outside the building, which rather gave the game away.

Changing the subject, yesterday the hurricane finally blew itself out and I found that the grass runway at Maypole was dry enough to allow my fully fuelled aircraft enough distance to leave the ground. I wandered around Kent enjoying the view, Leeds Castle, Dover, and Broadstairs and so on. What I did notice was that the light and soil conditions were such that one could easily see the shadows left be archaeological remains in the fields, the circles left by the abandoned round huts of long forgotten medieval or older villages.

I’m becoming nauseous trying to write this entry. It’s like working on an aircraft in turbulence. I give up; maybe the train home later this afternoon will be a little more keyboard friendly.

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