The demise of G4

Do you remember that place we used to go?

You know, that windowless place that had a moss green carpet and seats you'd need a tetanus jab for? Remeber now? With the macs that seldom worked and the rows of old desks. We'd be in there at all hours, sometimes working, sometimes drinking, sometimes bowing our heads in dispair or roaring with laughter. "Ahh, good times!" I hear you sigh. Remember playing your guitars in there, or practicing presentations?
Remember learning about taphonomy and ichnology, remember being handcuffed, or falling off the desks? Or watching Rob stuff oranges up his t-shirt and parading round like he had breasts? Well, all those memories have been ripped out folks. Yes, G4 is no more! The desks have gone, the carpet will probably go (i hope), it's all being binned to make way for a spanking new office that Bristol are going to try and cram 50 MSc and MESci (grrrrrrrrr) students into. (Yes I did type 50. This is paleontology battery-farm style!).

So as you're sitting at your computers, think back for a few moments for all the times that were. Because now, my fellow palaeopadwans, they exist only in memory............

Oh, and also....Rob's MSc paper has been accepted!!! He wouldn't write to tell you but I have no shame. I'm very proud.

That's all for now.