Starts

If some ways, the year starts now.  It's partly the fact that WSBK and NASCAR kick off this weekend.  And it's partly because Taff is running away to college on sunday. I think I'll pick up a The Macallan 18year dollop of liver poison to anti-celebrate.  Having Mr Sykes circulating with the number 1 on his bike will be way cool this year.

A picture of Bass Strait.

My MR training has progressed to the point where I now know what things I don't know, rather not knowing anything at all.  I've skipped the idea of a UQ Masters and will head down the road of AIR accreditation instead - mainly because I want to cover the theory of pulse sequences before 2016...  Getting into an MR seat is a bit tricky at the moment with a shortage of radiographers on deck.  One decided to take the year of to complete an arts degree, and the boss therefore decided not to replace them.  Another destroyed her knee in a netball game and won't be back for several months.  So now whenever someone else calls in sick with the flu or a hangover, I end up solo in U/S or (gasp horror) end up supervising in general - with nary a magnetic field to be seen.  Ho hum.

Scottishness

The dirt riding is fun at the moment.  Andy and Kobe have joined Lach and I on our verge trimming trips the last several times.  They both claim to have become 'addicted' to the dust, fumes and lack of adhesion.  All's good then.  

Andy and Kobe scaring the cattle.