Dr Kevin De Cock, director of the HIV/Aids department of the World HealthPriceless. That would be a great porn name.
Organization told the BBC the results were a "significant scientific advance"
but were not a magic bullet and would never replace existing prevention
strategies.
Last night I headed to bed a little while after Sal as I wanted to update my CV and the laptop does not revert to PC from TV until we no longer want to watch the idiot box. So I made the updates, sent a couple of emails, closed it all down, cleaned my teeth and quietly slipped into bed, not wanting to disturb my sleeping wife. My sleeping wife, however, had no such thoughts of not disturbing her husband. As my head hit the pillow she sat bolt upright and gave a blood curdling scream. She then leant over towards me, cried out something like 'eurgh! what's that on your face!?', backed away from me, knocked something over on her side of the bed and promptly went back to sleep. That is if she'd actually woken up at all. Scared the shit outta me.
So today I got up early, greased my new bike chain, had breafast and headed to work on the new commuter. From Willoughby to the Bridge was relatively easy, if somewhat made-up-on-the-fly with the odd pavement and right turn where none should be made. The bike is light, something I'd thought yesterday and was confirmed when I hauled it up the stairs to the Bridge deck. (Aside - should I capitalise Bridge, as in Sydney Harbour Bridge, or Golden Gate Bridge? Dunno, but I reckon it does distinguish those special bridges from the run-of-the-mill bridges. Meanwhile, back on my bike...) It is also fast, relative to Sal's tractor-wheeled Giant. The gear shift is reassuring and if I have to pick one thing I am not too keen on it is the angle of the sadle that points slightly upward and therefoe I feel slightly tilted backward. With all the hills in Sydney I am up on my pedals that often I can cope with the angle quite happily. Not sure how I'll feel on longer trips though. The only iffy part of the trip was on the southern side of the bridge where I went sort of straight on and then did a sort of right, then an about turn an ended up on Kent Street, the wrong side of the City and therefore gave myself another hill to go over. Ah well. Once I get the hang of the trip I reckon a little under 30mins all done. Bein on the wrongside of the City in Sydney is like being on the wrong side of a small village in England. The City - at least the Central Business District - is not particulalrly wide.
Continuing the exercise theme for a moment and it was the last in the current Tec Trot series today. Thirty degrees, hardly any wind, sunny and part of the course blocked so we had ot add a detour. Damn near killed me, and took 18m 12s. After the Clifton Gardens run last night I guess that was as much as I could expect.
Good to see as I get my afternoon coffee that Steve Harmison has got Ponting. And good to see Monty out there. Just a shame he did not feature in Adelaide. I think we would have won if he had played. Still a long way to go, but as I head home at 5 in Sydney God knows what time in Perth it is 105-3. Need another couple of quick wickets.
Hold on. If I am sitting at my desk in shorts and a t-shirt, my trousers and a coathanger on the desk next to my packed bag to is fairly safe to asume that I am going home RIGHT NOW. So don't choose that moment to ask me how long I am going to be here for. Were it not for the cricket scores coming through - I have managed to get through the firewall - I would have told them to jam it, however, out of misplaced professionalism and stupidity I find myself still here. As another wicket falls.
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