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Not a Mervyn Peake reference this time (although that's quite an interesting story, and the television adaptation was very odd), but I've just returned from my lunch to find my desk in twilight.
Turns out the relevant light units had been switched off because one of the tubes had begun flashing in a strobesque fashion. And there I was thinking we were turning the office into a goth club. They've just been turned back on - but the replacement didn't work at all. Back to the cupboard ...
Possibly my most pointless post to date. Which is saying something. Unlike this post.
Turns out the relevant light units had been switched off because one of the tubes had begun flashing in a strobesque fashion. And there I was thinking we were turning the office into a goth club. They've just been turned back on - but the replacement didn't work at all. Back to the cupboard ...
Possibly my most pointless post to date. Which is saying something. Unlike this post.