Where’s Wally?

I like to keep the posts here to ‘one a day’.

Now, I have to explain that I’m a bit of a naughty boy.

You see, under normal circumstances, I don’t usually write or use the internet at home.  Yes, I have the internet at home, but, rather like with television, which I also have at home, I am usually far too busy to watch much.  My generic telebox recorder just sits there filling itself with hours and hours to watch that we just never … watch.

We keep thinking that we’ll have time, but we just don’t.

And, as I say, we are usually a little too busy to play on the net.  So, my default place of writing stuff is, erm, at work.  Yep, I’m that underemployed, such that I can sit for hours on end writing things for my blog or cruising around writing the odd piece here and there on various fora.

Well, that is, until something happens to force me out of the office, or to do actual ‘work’ rather than sit writing stuff as Christopher England all day.

Luckily, I wasn’t forced to do actual work in my office.  Phew. That would be horrendous.

No, I was forced to go and work ‘on location’, damnit.  The ‘location’ itself being a far off land where it might not have been sensible to have had any ‘Christopher England’ type content written up on anything I was carrying.  Indeed, I had to be very careful about even being me.  The real me.

So, I then got back to the UK.

Aha, I thought, time to relax in the office, put my feet up, boil up a hot chocolate or two, and get to Christopher Englanding.

It was at this point that I decided to take on a bet.  Hmmmm.  A bet…