After a particularly stressful day at work today I met up with my geek compadre, General Dan. We had arranged an excursion to a ham radio test center so that we could attempt to obtain our first Technician licences and thus be granted entry to an exclusive club of old fat blokes with beards.
In a nutshell we both passed; not only the “Technician” test but also the “General” which, for the benefit of the uninitiated, is a bit like being given a diplomatic passport into the world of talking bollocks to people over radio.
We celebrated in the traditional manner: steak and ale at a local Irish Inn, with a traditional Irish Frank Sinatra tribute act bellowing at some old people.
And there was much rejoicing.