"The gamp's sleepin'"
"Well, you better wake him up..."
And after three hours sleep I had to attend a course. On something called GAMP. Naturally, I thought "gimp" and so for the next 8 hours, while a pleasant lady discussed Good Automated Manufacturing Processes, my mind kept putting a Pulp Fiction-esque gimp behind her, madly dancing to the tune of Comanche.
Yeah, it appears that no sleep and 8 litres of fully leaded coca cola is great for hallucinations.
In fact, I couldn't shake the movie thing all day. She plugged in a new Sony projector. When the power went on, the silvery box made a lovely ping noise, showed a foxy little blue LED, and noiselessly raised itself up on stubby legs.
The sound made by all the men around the table was just like that made by the little green guys in Toy Story as the claw swung out. OooooOOOoooooOOOOooO. I think the presenter was a little hurt that it was her hardware that was getting all the attention.
And now this gimp needs his sleep. G'night.
