Liverpool 3 Galatasaray 2

It's a probably meaningless group game of 2 teams which I don't care about, but it's got Peter Crouch, who is great. I have tried to preserve his second goal for posterity using a minimum of effort, file size and artistic ability. Spot the difference!



Not apropos to liverpool in the slightest, I signed on to officially be unemployed today.

Cycling not very far.

Looking back at the summer, I peaked too early with my cycling efforts. This blog suggests that I reached an optimal performace on the 6th June, and have been slowing down ever since. July was too hot, August was too cold, and I was in Hamburg and England anyway. Right now I am distinctly off the pace, and I could swear that the muscle on my left calf is distinctly wimpier than my right calf. It feels that way to touch (I'm not really the kind of guy who goes around feeling his muscles, I was just checking for signs of tension, honestly), and the left leg is the first to complain whilst going uphill. Why is this? Presumably I've managed to keep one leg in training over the past month. Have I been kicking things that much, or hopping on one leg, or always jumping from the right leg? If so, why have I been jumping so much at all?

Plan for tomorrow: hop on left leg, and find a job.

Beaurocracy.

I am still not officially unemployed. For this to happen, a certain form must be filled out, certifying that I had a job. This form was posted by the Federal Agency of Work to me. I took it to my workplace, and got a secretary to post it to the central university administration. They sent it to the central administration of government employees in Ansbach, who will hopefully stamp the form and post it back to me, so that I can take it to the Federal Agency of Work.

As an exercise in pointlessness this doesn't beat the invitation I received for my degree ceremony. The letter was written and sent by our group secretary to the exams office, who posted it to my office address. Of course all items for our group members go into the pigeon hole thingy, which is directly next to the secretaries office. After a couple of days and a 5km round trip the letter ended within 2 metres of where it was written.

Pope Benedict XVI

The pope (or should that be Jessyl, the Trifelge Putinard?) is in Bayern, which is a good excuse for a link to this video.

On the job front, I am still trying fill out the forms to officially become unemployed. Once I achieve this, I will be earning more than twice as much as my flatmate, Slawek, who went to work at 7am this morning.

Job of the day: Armour Researcher
. Advantages: Get to shoot stuff at other stuff, become civil servant, get to pretend to be "Q". Disadvantages: Not sure I want to live in Salisbury, trying to avoid military work, might not get security clearance due to german accent.

End of Part one.

The mission statement until now has been

"The diary of a disillusioned physicist trying to get back on his feet by idling, cycling and drinking the summer away. I will try to be distracted by every distraction possible, and set my heart on pointless tasks until the point comes where I have to get a real job. This will be the end of July."

The end of July came and went, and I didn't get a job. I did get drunk a fair bit, cycled quite a lot, and idled with great intent. The end of August came (I got a job extension you see), and now summer is pretty much over, and I'm unemployed. I was wondering whether to stop the blog, or start a new one, but I quite like the title and layout, so I might as well just carry on, but with a new mission statement.