Don't you just hate it when you get asked the same question over and over again? Every time you speak to someone - family, friend, foe - they all come out with exactly the same query. It's usually perfectly sensible, obvious, and something that you can understand that they'd want to know, yet as you roll out the well-rehearsed response you can't help but seethe under the smile you've taken great pains to plaster on.
The point of this being that I'm leaving on the twenty-third of January. That's 23/01/11, or 2011-01-23 for computer scientists. Got that, everyone? Good. Now let's talk about something more intellectually stimulating, like the weather or the state of the roads.
