
About 4 minutes after the last post, the taxi that I'd told them not to send me (because it would be far too late) turned up. So I thought WhatTheFuck and leapt into it, arriving at the station at 28 minutes past to discover that the train wasn't until :33. So I slid into my seat with 46 seconds to spare and read all the way to Stirling.
Where, yet again, I failed to win at Settlers of Catan - I was doing great until Adam mobilised people against me, and then won. I've had the game since my birthday last August and I've yet to actually win a game... Oh well, maybe next time.
Spent the journey back talking to George, an old friend of mine, who has gone from team leader to manager to head of IT (through a series of companies) and is about to become IT Director, with a seat on the board of the company he's with. He's a lovely chap, but there's no way I'd take his job on. We discussed the contracting market, and I felt the usual "Oooh, it'd be nice to earn £70k", before remembering that I _like_ my current job, and would rather have something nice and safe, so long as it's also interesting, which the current one is.
Now to get that tidying done that I was going to do before heading out. Oh, the procrastination