Archive for January, 2013

A classic from the photo archive


Hello. I’m a serious IT person. Here I am looking glamourous, leaning against a rack and looking confident about my data centre. And my cloud. I am almost certainly crossing my arms, but you can’t see that.

The data centres I visit don’t usually look like this!

Courtesy of Cisco.




Well, it’s nearly two weeks until Scanleyetta’s official arrival date, although indications are that she may arrive early. Mrs Saul is beginning to hope she does – pregnancy is becoming a bit of a bind in these last few days.

I’m ready as I can can be. Antenatal classes have been very helpful and the hospital here is more like a five star hotel.

Fortunately I have a wife who is super organised. Clothes have been bought, cribs lent to us (friends have been a real support).

It’s going to be interesting!

Toyota in Mali


Some pictures here from the fighting in Mali.

Toyota sales will doubtless shoot up in the region. The burnt out pick up is one of the current model (you can tell by the rectangular headlights). Mainstay of modern conflict!

3D Pi


Enjoyed Life of Pi – not sure if the 3D was worth it though. More of a distraction, or do I just need to get used to it/am an old fogey?

The Fireman


Court stories here just get more baffling by the week.

This one is particularly tragic and downright odd. Something must be begin lost in translation somewhere.

Also, 1,000Dhs for driving up to 200Kmph against the flow of traffic? That’s not much more than a normal speeding fine.



Just finishing a lovely trip home to the UK – flew back Thursday last week, went to a wedding in Suffolk, spent two nights with my father in Richmond, caught up with friends, walked around London. Thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Am now sitting in the Emirates lounge, waiting to get on the A380 back to Dubai. As always I am thinking that I could quite happily spend a few days in the lounge – the food, service, ambience, etc, are excellent.

Also, as always, I was shocked at the state of the various security personnel employed in Heathrow, whether directly employed by the government or working for third party companies. How can someone who checks boarding passes at the security gate be allowed to turn up to work unshaven, with clothes that look like he slept in them – and then sit at his post chewing gum? Pretty much everyone wearing a uniform in Heathrow (aside from Emirates staff) looks incredibly scruffy. It’s a real shame.

Jack Reacher – dismal


We watched Jack Reacher last night. What an absolutely load of utter tripe.

Started brutally and unpleasantly, but in a way that made you want to find out more. The rest of the film was simply appalling.

Incoherent, utterly unbelievable, unpleasant and unnecessarily violent, wooden acting.

We went to see it as The Life of Pi was sold out, thinking that Tom Cruise, with some British assistance (Rosamund Pike, plus that bloke off Spooks) might be quite enjoyable.

It was just dreadful. I am astonished that anyone has given it a positive review.

I can’t add any more. This film has already wasted too much of my life.