Success, success! Mr Damage is running again. I have bled my clutch and I am not bleeding from the knuckles — unlike some of my many other attempts at performing feats of motorised mechanics. After belting it with a bloody big lump of metal, the recalcitrant screw in the clutch-fluid reservoir could be undone, and then everything was by-the-book. New fluid in, assorted squeezings, bubbles and squirts everywhere, old fluid out, and finally a clutch that clutches — as it’s supposed to.
Not bad for day one of a two week holiday. Hope the rest of the fortnight is so productive…
Six o’clock in the evening, first day of my holiday, the phone rings. It’s the account rep. from our anti-virus software company — there’s something evil afoot — a new version of Bagle. Why does this always happen as soon as I go on leave? People are starting to suspect that I only ever go on leave in order to allow my evil twin to release a virus.
