Random musings
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chriselst wrote:
Many, many, many years ago I spent a mostly sleepless night in Leeds and Bradford before driving back to Leicester in a rented Cortina
I did that once when I went to some American Football trials. (Didn't really, if memory serves me correctly that's why you were there and I just wanted to freak you out a little)
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So you're saying that Marriage Guidance doesn't actually work then?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Wouldn't know: Herself won't let me go...
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Jag was easy to fit in, he was a mid sized Asian lad and easily the smallest amongst us. The two wide receivers were not too much trouble, but there wasn't much room left after the addition of two linemen, let alone before we squeezed the two girls in. I used to play Lemmings on my Sony Ericcson P800 smart phone. This was in 2002, a full 5 years before Apple invented them.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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I used to play Lemmings on my Sony Ericcson P800 smart phone. This was in 2002, a full 5 years before Apple invented them.
I played Lemmings on a PC, years before that. It sounds like Apple may have been the last to the party, certainly not the first. Originally developed for the Amiga in '91!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Wouldn't know: Herself won't let me go...
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
She probably know you're/it's a lost cause! :D
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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I used to play Lemmings on my Sony Ericcson P800 smart phone. This was in 2002, a full 5 years before Apple invented them.
I played Lemmings on a PC, years before that. It sounds like Apple may have been the last to the party, certainly not the first. Originally developed for the Amiga in '91!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Yeah, I think Amiga was where I first had it. I worked wonderfully on that P800 though, I was wasting hours messing around on my phone years before everyone else. Talking of which anyone remember what you did when having a shit before the invention of the smartphone? It also had an app (I don't think they were called apps yet) that used the IR sender / receiver as a universal remote control, also lots of fun.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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Yeah, I think Amiga was where I first had it. I worked wonderfully on that P800 though, I was wasting hours messing around on my phone years before everyone else. Talking of which anyone remember what you did when having a shit before the invention of the smartphone? It also had an app (I don't think they were called apps yet) that used the IR sender / receiver as a universal remote control, also lots of fun.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
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Talking of which anyone remember what you did when having a sh*t before the invention of the smartphone?
Sounds like "P800" was apposite?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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I find, from time-to-time, that my mind will go off on some strange meanderings based on some seemingly innocuous trigger. On Saturday morning, as I was getting up, my wife came into the bedroom carrying a laundry basket and said "I have some underwear and clothes here if you're short", and so off it goes:
- Is underwear not a subclass of clothes?
- What has my height got to do with it?
- The state of not being short is undefined, but is it that, if I'm not short
- She does not have underwear and clothes?
- She still has them, but I'm not going to be allowed them
- She has only underwear or clothes
All is well as:
- I'm a tad below average height which probably means I'm short
- I wasn't short of clothes or underwear, so it didn't matter
A little later we're on a 45 minute drive (I'm driving) and she asks me this bizarre question "Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
- She's tired but it would be unfair of her to sleep when I can't?
- She needs to stay awake so that if I drop off she can grab the steering wheel?
- She's too terrified of going to sleep as she knows we're going to crash and die?
- She actually meant to say "I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep"?
In the event, she went to sleep and her snoring kept me awake, so all ended well.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
You oviously need a job where you have to work on Saturdays, to take some of that excessive time off your hands.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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You oviously need a job where you have to work on Saturdays, to take some of that excessive time off your hands.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
Mark, Things are ramping down here. I retire in 12 weeks and I'm pretty much keeping the seat warm until then! :)
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Mark, Things are ramping down here. I retire in 12 weeks and I'm pretty much keeping the seat warm until then! :)
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Lemme make a note of that. 12... weeks... until... Phil... goes... completely... daft. OK. What were we talking about?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Lemme make a note of that. 12... weeks... until... Phil... goes... completely... daft. OK. What were we talking about?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
You missed that boat, mate, it happened years ago!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
