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My aforementioned successor, aka Little Miss Overworked, is currently absolutely *seething*, as she sits updating a spreadsheet. For about 200 items, she is typing the figure from one box into the box three to the left "because it's a sum, so you can't fucking Paste them "

When I mentioned the words "Yes you can - use "Paste Special, Values" ", her response was "yeah right, whatever you like "

I decided it was probably safer to leave her to waste half an hour overtyping each line, since she was so keen not to learn how to do it in 5 seconds.

Computers and Norfolk have an uneasy relationship, mainly conducted at screaming point.

Really Bloody Stupid Things To Do

#138: watch Don't Look Now just before going to bed.

Don't look Now dates from 1973, the same year as the Exorcist (which completely overshadowed it at the time). It's a baffling film, maze-like in its symbolism, and almost entirely lacking in plot. It stars Julie Christie and Donald Sutherland, but the real star is the city of Venice, filmed in winter, and full of fog-bound alleyways and coal-black canals. Nowehere else could have given the film the exceptionally eerie atmosphere that predominates.

As a horror film, it builds very slowly, and isn't really that scary. Until the last five minutes, that is, which get in amongst your senses, leaving you disoriented, dislocated and (in my case) bloody terrified.

It also features the best use of a red coat until Schindler's List, 20 years later.

Now if it's all the same to you, I've got a long night of whimpering to be getting on with...