I woke up, felt really tired, I managed to drag myself out of bed just after 8am.

I got ready, and left home, a bit before 9am. I took a couple of blank CDs with me, I downloaded a video clip "computerboy" which is supposed to be a matrix spoof the other day, and I thought I'd download the beta oztivo image to test on the new tivo I bought.

A couple of kilometres on the freeway, before the service station, there were 2 cop bikes sitting in the uturn bay.

I wasn't speeding then, so it was ok. I got fuel, and kept going.

I got to the end of the freeway, and the cops were there RBTing southbounders again. Honestly, who are they going to catch drink driving at 9.30 on a Tuesday morning?

I got to work, grabbed the CDs out of my bike, went in, dumped my stuff, unlocked my machine. It was about 10am.

I went upstairs to see the guy who sms'd me last night, to see what he needed to know with diff etc, he wasn't there.

The DBA wasn't there either, so I couldn't give him his pass back, and get mine back, I spoke to one of the other guys in IT, and he told me that the DBA wasn't in today, the sysadmin's on leave, but the other guy is there, wandering around somewhere.

I went back down to my desk, and started doing some work.

I got an email from the guy upstairs, he said he knew I was there, and asked if he could ask a question.

I replied, and said I needed a coffee first, he replied, and said he'd just been. It was nearly half past 10.

I went across the road and got a coffee. The chick in there thinks she remembers what I want, and starts making it. I paid the other chick in there.

She finishes making the coffee, and gives it to me, it's a regular, I paid for a large. This is the second time they've done this. I couldn't be bothered to argue, I need the coffee too much.

I opened it to put the sugar in, bloody chocolate on the top of it again. Damnit, it's a latte, lattes do not have chocolate on them. I put the sugar in, put the lid back on, and went back to work.

After all that, it was a shit coffee too.

I went up and saw the guy, he showed me the script he was working on, and trying to write.

My phone rang, it was my mate in Newcastle. He asked if I was at work, I said I was, but not at my desk. He said he was going to ask if I could call him back, I said I would when I got back to my desk in about 15 minutes, and I hung up.

I looked at the script a bit more, and I put a bit of code in there, to demonstrate how I would have done what the guy was trying to do.

20 something minutes later I went back to my desk, now a bit after 11am, and I called my mate back.

He told me he had a buyer for my bike (that I leant him). Oh yeah I thought, then he continued on to say it was him.

Now I started to get a bit worried, either it's been stolen, he crashed it, or something else I don't want to know about.

He then went on to tell me a long story, I just sat and listened..

Apparently he'd come back from somewhere last night, and it was late, so he'd turned the bike off up the hill from his place a bit, to roll down the hill and into the driveway so he didn't disturb people.

A car came up behind him while we was rolling it, so he pulled over so it could pass him. It stopped behind him, he was reaching down to turn the key back on, and he got blasted in the face with pepperspray.

He clutch started the bike, and took off down the hill, clicked it into third gear. The pepperspray took effect, and he couldn't see.

He tried to stop, but hit the gutter and crashed.

He came off the bike, and rolled over and over 5 or 6 times.

He was getting up, and heard someone behind him, he said "who is that?" "Who the fuck is that?!", and at the point someone said "the police".

This was the first time they had identified themselves, since they had not used their lights or siren, and they still weren't on.

Next thing, he was crash tackled, and punched in the head several times while someone held him down with their foot on his back. He was dragged up, and kicked from behind a couple of times.

There were 3 of them, and they grabbed his arms and were twisting them, and his hands and fingers, around behind his back, while he was like that, he was punched in the head again.

He didn't realise they were dragging his arms around so they could handcuff him, so he struggled, managed to get both his arms away from behind him, with a cop holding on to each.

He was told to stop resisting, and said he would when they stopped assaulting him, and one of them said they didn't see anything.

He realised his wedding ring had come off, because he doesn't wear gloves, asked to look for it, and they said no.

They handcuffed him, and loaded him into the paddy wagon, and while they were doing that, one of the kicked him from behind again, he managed to bite the guys hand.

He went on to tell me that at some point they breathalised him, and he was 0.075.

He went off to the police station, was charged with low range or mid range drink driving (he wasn't clear exactly), resisting arrest, and using offence language or something, and was released.

He went back, and the bike has been badly damaged on one side, the rear shock is ripped off, the footpeg's stuffed, the handlebars bent, the tank dinged in, and other damage, the blinkers etc.

He said he managed to get it ridable (I have no idea how, and his idea of ridable is very different to roadworthy) and take it to a bike place, and they said it's not worth fixing it. Great.

I didn't say very much, I was really pissed off, and didn't think there was anything to say, that I hadn't already said before I lent it to him, or that he wouldn't really want to hear.

He said something about "not doing anything stupid on it", which was something I had stressed, and was the condition on which it was lent to him, so my reply to that was just "yeah, that's why I'm not saying anything".

He said he'd pay for it, and was going to attempt civil action or something, to try to recoup some of the money, but he's going to pay something in the mean time, since that can take a while.

I know he doesn't have any money at the moment, since his brother took thousands of dollars out of the estate holding account, (his mother passed away, in May last year I think it was).

I just sorted of made a few "hmm" noises, didn't have anything to say.

He said he was going away for a week and a bit, to drop his little brother he's looking after since his mum passed, with some relatives, and going out to Orange to visit his father, and we said we'd talk after that.

I got off the phone, I'm not sure what time it was now.

I went back to trying to do some coding, rewriting all the stuff I did on Friday, since it's really crap code, because I was hungover.

I was working out functions, to rewrite the code, about 12.25pm I sent an email to the guy upstairs, and asked what time lunch was, he said he had to get out too, and we'd meet in one of the other departments upstairs.

I went up, and hung around there, chatting to a guy in that department, since he'd come and spoken to use earlier, about trying to fine a file on the pld file server.

A minute or so later, the guy I'd emailed turned up, and one of the guys from that department and I went out of the building. We had to go from the other department, because there's a guy in IT, who's being a pain, and minding everyone else's business.

We decided to go to the pub for lunch, we can't go to the close one, because it's closed for renovations. The other guys didn't want to go to the other pub (where wee stayed the other night), since the food is crappy.

We decided to go to the other pub, where we played pool, and drank beer instead of eating because we got there after 8pm the other night.

We started walking down there, and I started telling them about what had happened to my mate. One of the guy's phone rang, and he started chatting, so I just told the other guy.

We got to the pub, and the guy on the phone gave it to the other guy to chat to whoever it was.

We got in there, there was a wierd stinky smell, I figured it was just some cheap cigarettes someone was smoking.

We got to the bar, and started looking at the lunch menu on the counter. A minute or so later, the chick came over to serve us, and said that we couldn't have anything to eat, because they'd had a fire in the kitchen, and all the wiring was stuffed.

I then noticed that the whole pub was blacked out.

There was still a bunch of people in there though. They said they had an electrician on his way, to fix the wiring, and they'd be operational for dinner tonight.

We had drinks instead, the other guys had a coke and a lemonade, I had a can of Bundy and coke, becuase I was so pissed off about what had happened.

I started telling the other guy about it (he'd been on the phone before), and then he was given the phone again.

I sat and chatted with the other guy for a bit, then the other guy got off the phone, and they had a chat.

We decided to go somewhere else to get something to eat, so we finished our drinks.

We went off, down the street, where we'd walked the other night to get the kebabs, we went into the pub down there, The Brewery. It was now just before 2pm.

We looked at the menu, it looked like good food, so we ordered, and then sat down. The other guys had more soft drinks, I didn't drink anything, I had indigestion from the can before.

The food came out shortly after, the plate was huge, and was loaded up.

It was really good food, I couldn't even finish it all.

We left the pub, and headed back to work. On the way, we stopped into the pub that has the kitchen closed for renovation, there were a couple of guys from work in there, we chatted to them for a minute, and then that annoying Tatu song came on the jukebox by itself, so we left.

We got back to work a bit after 2.30pm.

I went back to work, got a fair bit of work done, recoding stuff from Friday.

About 4pm, I went to download the beta of the new oztivo image, I started it downloading, and went back to work.

A few minutes later, I decided to check on buying plane tickets to fly to Brisbane next weekend for the oztivo bbq, I checked the virginblue website, but I've left it too late, the tickets are like $155 each way, instead of $69 or whatever they were when I looked about a month ago. Oh well, not going then. I could always ride up there though.

I got an email from the guy upstairs at about 4.30pm, saying "gone to the pub", I thought about going down there, but decided to keep working instead.

I had a terrible headache, thought about just going home.

I kept working, just before 5pm, the guys cam downstairs, and went out the fire stairs near me, I asked which pub they were going to, and said I might be down there in a bit.

The download finished just after 5pm, and I kept working. About 5.15pm, I decided to go down the pub, but I'd burn the image on a cd first.

I opened one of the cases, empty, gee, it was useful bringing that. I opened the other one, it had a cd in it, that's a start. I put it in the PC, oh look, it's got "Chris Rock - Bigger and Blacker" burned on it, just as useful as the other case.

I'll have to try again tomorrow. I locked my machine, grabbed my stuff, and left the building. I moved my bike down the road, and parked behind the pub.

I went in, and found the guys, there was only a couple of people in here.

I dumped my stuff, and went and got a soft drink. I went back and sat down, had a chat with the guys for a bit.

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The guy I'd been emailing and I decided to have a game of pool. I didn't play as bad as I usually do, and actually got down to the black ball before him.

I managed to put it in, but the white went in first.

We had another game, it was an attrocious game, there were 5 or 6 balls left on the table, and the other guy put the black ball down, end of that.

I had a couple of practice shots with the balls that were left, put the white ball in twice, and gave up.

It was about 6.30pm now, I thought about calling the DBA, and working out going to see him, and look at his network, on the way home tonight, but it looks like it's going to rain, I don't want to be committed to going there, if I get pissed down on with rain on the way home.

I grabbed my stuff, and left.

I got near the turn off to go either to the freeway, or to Newcastle. I thought about going over to Newcastle, to see what was left of my bike, but decided against it, I'd rather not see it right at the moment, or my mate for that matter, so I headed for the freeway.

Nothing much remarkable on the freeway, just half a house on the back of a truck, which had to drive in both lanes at a few parts of the freeway, so I had to time it right, and shoot past it when the road got a little bit wider.

I got to the supermarket at about 7.30pm, I bought some food, and came home, it didn't rain.

I put the dinner on to cook, and blogged the last couple of days.

I got an sms from my mate who works at Target, asking if I want to go to a party on Saturday. Maybe, depends if I go to Brisbane or not.