webofevil | (no subject)

In a moment that was a distant relation of those scenes in movies where a bomb squad are faced with a device of a type they’ve never seen before but have only one minute to defuse it, with only a minute to go before Grand Committee was due to start I was handed a newly bought clock for our desk and asked to set it, apparently on the grounds that I’m familiar with technology, only to find when I’d got it out of the bubblewrap that it didn’t have buttons but had a fiddly LCD touch screen instead. I got it done, raced down the several flights of stairs, swerved into the room and plonked the clock down on the desk just as the committee began—like the climax of a very cheap episode of “Spooks”.