Old man Needle is old and prickly. He started working with computers that consumed narrow strips of paper with holes in it for breakfast and expressed their indigestion through electric typewriters. Once he got fed up with rummaging through all that rubbish, he graduated, confident that he would never find use for anything he learned … he almost immediately did.
Now, many years since, he still is programming. Although, these days he programs other programmers and not computers.
In the time he can spare from programming programmers, he puts on a doublet, breeches, morion, hangs a rapier on his belt, pours full flask of vodka, takes halberd and leaves for XVI century England for a few days, where he guards her majesty Queen Elizabeth and fights in duels, sometimes for no apparent reason.
He returns to XXI century with empty flask, much thinner wallet and a satisfied grin.
He also pretends that he still can compete as a fencer, and sometimes manages to fool people into believing that.
This is his diary.
