Playtime

Working for an IT consultancy can be tough. The hours can be long and you can be away from home for a long time. For most of us the variety of the work and the quality of the people we work with make up for the privations of the job. But however keen you are it is important to get away from the screen occasionally, to refresh your mind and body and to reset your perspectives.

Some people become gym rats and choose their hotel by the quality of its exercise facilities. Personally I can’t stand gyms so I look for something different. When I was working in Singapore for several months I bought a very cheap mountain bike, and believe me you haven’t lived until you’ve tried mountain biking in 34 degrees and close to 100% humidity. If you are on a long term assignment you can probably find somewhere in or around your hotel where you can keep a bike, and particularly at this time of year it is a brilliant way to get the office out of your head.

An assignment in Ipswich gave me a perfect opportunity to learn to ride a unicycle - the staff at the Marriot Courtyard became used to seeing me falling off it in their car park, and as I got slightly more competent I ventured further afield and the denizens of Ipswich were entertained by my attempts to keep vaguely upright. Unicycles are great because they are really easy to sling in the back of the car, and if they aren’t too big it isn’t impossible to carry them on the train - I guess it helps if you have a slight exhibitionist streak. I’ve since unicycled all over Twford Down while on assignment in Winchester (the only time I’ver ever met another unicyclist while on an after-work ride) although I bottled out of taking the uni to Dallas.

If you can’t manage the wheels (or for some inexplicable reason you don’t get on with pedalling) then what about your feet? Sling a pair of lightweight walking boots in your luggage, buy an OS map of wherever you are and start exploring. Even cities can be interesting places to walk - the Thames path goes right through London, and the City is very different out of hours.

It's just garbage

A dead body is just another rubbish disposal problem. If anyone makes a fuss about mine when I'm dead, I'll come back and haunt them (OK, given that I don't expect any kind of afterlife that may be a bit of an empty threat). I simply don't understand why anyone needs a helpline to know whether bits of their relative might have been removed (for pretty sensible scientific reasons) several years ago. I get on fine with my parents, but when they die whatever it is that makes them human will be gone, and the physical remains will have really very little relevance to what or who they were. While I may miss them as people, I won't be getting sentimental over the garbage that's left.