Used to work on wierd and wacky high-tech projects using leading-edge technology, more for the buzz and the geek status points than for the actual money.

Amazingly, still not dead, despite people trying really really hard ....

Designated "8th of 7" by cow-orkers because of a severe, virulent technology addiction. When the Borg do arrive on planet Earth, will be banging on the door wanting in. Expected response: "No, go away - you're too wierd. Here's a pound for a cup of tea, now go and bother someone else".

Has recently realised (too late) that he is turning into Wally (from the Dilbert strips)

Hates children, horses, children, cats, children, cats, children and ex-wife (no children). Loves vehicles, projectile weapons, beer, chocolate, watching bad things happen to small noisy children, tot-thumping, small hairy dog and girlfriend (not necessarily in that order).

Favourite quote/saying: "I love the smell of Napalm in the morning...."

Heroes: Field Marshal Montgomery, Sam Vimes.

Email: eighthofseven_"AT"_yahoo.co.uk

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Notes:

#include <EOSSACR.H> denotes

Insert "Eighth Of Seven's Standard Anti-Cat Rant" here; a long-winded, detailed,venomous, spite-laden diatribe against any and all things feline.

#include <EOSSAER.H> denotes

Insert "Eighth Of Seven's Standard Anti-Equine Rant" here; a long-winded, detailed,venomous, spite-laden diatribe against any and all things equine.

#include <EOSSAHR.H> denotes

Insert "Eighth Of Seven's Standard Anti-Handbag Rant" here; a long-winded, detailed,venomous, spite-laden diatribe against the rubbish and clutter that women insist on lugging round in their handbags.

This saves typing, cutting-and-pasting, and space on the HB server.

(Eighth of Seven is single, has no female friends (or indeed any friends at all), lives with his mother, collects edged weapons and likes to dress in black a lot).