Today one month ago I was given some interesting books, an external hard disc, some sweets, quite a few good wishes and words of thankfulness. I smilingly took the wishes, and the thanks, at five minutes to midnight raised a pint of plain and murmured to myself: Herewith I declare the party opened: Happy birthday, Sean. Slàinte. Drank the pint, went to sleep for about three hours and haven't since opened one of the books above. It's been an eventful new year, so far. I shall not complain. :) I only wish I could fly like the time.