Well, I have two days of CISSP and the the fun does end. We are doing roughly 12 hour days working on some pretty tough security concepts.

The clas is a little large with 27 people in it. The CISA course was alot smaller with 12 people in the class. It seems to limited participation a little. It seems that this course is quite popular considering the timing of this week (school holidays and such).

Today was cryptography with everything covered (except for the math). It was more aimed at knowing all of the aspects of these cryptographic systems in order to choose one for a specific situation.

So, I have arrived at Training Camp and I thought I would try to do a bit of a running blog during this week. That may be a bit difficult due to the amount of work involved in this course, but I will definitely try.

The course hours are 8am to 8 pm for 6 days and then I write the CISSP six hour exam on the seventh day.

I am really weak on several of the domains, including the policy and application dev stuff but I am hoping that this knowledge will be picked up during the week.

Liz and I were driving around Glasgow yesterday, getting some magic tricks for her sister's impending trip to Greece. We were thinking of cheap things she could take to give to the kids over there and the tricks from Tam Shepherd's Magic Shop seemed ideal. This place has always been there and I wonder how it stays in operation. The tricks that we bought for the kids were between 50p and 2 quid. The guy behind the counter will always show you some trick that you can do and will impress. Brilliant place.

We get back to the car and Liz starts to head to Tescos, as we get near the Finneston Bridge, loads of cops are lining the street on either side. At the traffic lights we ask a female police officer if the Orange Walk is due soon (the bridge's lamp posts have union jacks tied to them) and she tells us that they left Bellahouston Park about 10 minutes ago. Liz squeals and I remind her that we can turn around and head down to Shawlands. So we go back over the bridge and down to the Tescos at Silverburn, avoiding King Billy and the piccolo players.