Samuel
"How are the mighty fallen, tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon".... but be sure to inform the readers of El Reg
48 publicly visible posts • joined 22 Oct 2007
I agree about the hot shoe, I have the LX3, lovely camera with a pop up flash and hot shoe. It is probably me, but I find the built in flash a little erratic. Solved it with a "Yongnuo" (Chinese, Ebay) remote that sits on the hot shoe and I have a baby Nikon SB30 flash which I can get off axis for some more creative shots
Got my bus pass last May, SIXTY bloody years old, I was twenty four a couple of years ago.
We have Radio 2 on at work and while it is ok having familiar music going on in the background you soon realise that you are stuck in a time warp. ( and for those who listen to Jeremy Vine, is it me or has the show become a Daily Mail / Jeremy Kyle / Twatotron rantfest?)
I listen to Six Radio at home, occasionally I hear something that really grabs me and think Wow!
Six has introduced me to music that I would almost certainly not have heard through the usual channels. Maybe I am not the "Target Demographic" but still enjoy the output
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Paul Dirac native of Bristol, Nobel Prize Winner, Laucasian Professor at Cambridge, worked it out on the back of a fag packet.
I recommend "The Strangest Man" by Graham Farmelo, an excellent and informative book ( I'm thick, and even I could follow some of the quantum stuff as the book is so well written, it also has about a hundred pages of references, unusual in a Popular Science book
A colleague tells of attending a seminar on Physiology and human sexuality where the lecturers opening statement was that she masturbated - often, and then invited members ( stop tittering at the back!) to raise their hands if they did not masturbate.
Mines the one with the copy of Portnoys Complaint and packet of tissues in the pocket.
Vincent, your post has got me thinking that perhaps I am a foundling. I can recall my mother, in times of stress, calling me an " Ee'Jit. I think that I may I originally came from a place called " F'eckin" as she would occasionally address me as a "F'eckin Ee'jit", usually after some misdemeanour on my part.
I have spoken with my wife who takes a keen interest in Geneology and she tells me that I often behave lika a "F'eckin Ee'jit"
Off to the cinema on Friday for another viewing of Avatar, I am sure that my tribe gets referred to in the dialogue.
Thanks for pointing me in the right direction,
K'evin, nee F'eckin Ee'jit
My mother, God rest her soul, named me K' evin after my Grandfather who was a N'avi and came to this country from from Dubh Linn , a city in a green and pleasant land, to work on the roads.
She also told me that I was a bit blue when I was born. This genetic inheritance usually reveals itself during periods of intense cold.
Mines the one with the lump of Unobtanium in the pocket.
I can remember my first pint of the black stuff, I was in a pub called The Swan at Yardley in Birmingham, way back in the early seventies. Took a quick slurp and the glass was half empty, wow, that was easy. Never looked back. When I got into long ( ultra) distance running I noticed that for quite a few of my fellow head bangers it was the beverage of choice.
There used to be a 30 mile road race which started and finished at the Tudor Rose in Old Coulsden, London, ( SLH 30) It was held on a Saturday with a 2pm start ( this was in the days before all day opening ) perfect timing, finish the race, get changed and in to the pub to rehydrate with a few pints of the black stuff. One weekend I ran the SLH 30 on the Saturday, the Bolton Marathon the following day and also managed to get 16 pints of Guinness down as well - 2 races, 2 gallons!
Nowadays its more likely to be 10k and 2 pints :-(
Happy days, thank you Arthur Guinness
Good effort, great cause, can I suggest his next challenge? ( you will need to get him paralytic first )
Arch to Arc , just as it says on the tin, run from Marble Arch down to Dover ( 84 miles ), swim the English Channel, then cycle the 184 miles to the Arc de Triomphe.
Here is a link so you can sign him up http://www.enduroman.com/archtoarc.html
Oh, and put me down for a tenner ( assuming he doesn't drown )
Ah, speaking of beer one of my many regrets is not attempting to join the "100 Club" when I was fit enough to do so.
A simple challenge, to drink 100 pints of beer and run 100 miles in 100 consecutive hours.
It sounds deceptively simple but what tactics to use? run first and then go on the lash? alternate drinking and running?
Perhaps El Reg would sponsor a modern day event, there must be someone on El reg staff who is from "oop north" and thereby tough enough to rise to the challenge?
Oh, and cos its all 100's it must qualify as being metric right?
There you go:
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Twat Dangle Pt 2
By Anonymous Coward Posted Tuesday 23rd September 2008 14:19 GMT
Marcus Brigstock also got it spot on when he labelled the box stunt a "Twat dangle"
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I'll have a large one please Sarah :-)
I claim my T shirt, not as the originator of the Neologism, but as the first to use it in the original thread ( posted as AC)where I attributed it to Marcus Brigstocke.
Now that's sorted I have a favour to ask El Reg, do you think you could get Sarah to wear it around the office for a while before you post it to me?
Ta everso
"As for the rest of the rant, we'll let it pass, except to say that it's a bit rich for someone with the surname "Astill-Dunseith" to have a pop about someone's else's moniker. 'Nuff said."
Suspicious name that, reads as "Ah still dont see it ", but then I am a veggie ( with a sense of humour )
Yes, the mink one please
Why Bournemouth? the place is a shit hole next door to Poole.
Bournemouth University main Campus is in Poole, there is a wonderful sign on the Platform at Poole Railway Station which says " Welcome to Poole Home Of Bournemouth University" that must have ruffled a few feathers as last time I passed through Bournemouth Station someone had cobbled together one of those cheapo vinyl signs and strung it over a gantry in the Station. The sign said "Welcome to Bournemouth home of Bournemouth University " or some such lying twaddle.
The Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra is based in Poole because the good burghers of Bournemouth have a policy of bulldozing lovely historic buildings and allowing eyesore Cinemas to be built to obstruct the sea views. I don't think they will rest until they have created a New Blackpool on the South Coast.
So, fuck Bournemouth wire up Poole first, and specifically my road, I will even give them a hand poking the Fibre down my toilet pan
Paris Hilton, because she is intellectually superior to the Meeja Studies pissheads who blight the town centre every Friday and Saturday night
I ordered Christmas gifts for my daughter and her partner complete with gift wrap and personal message on a next day delivery.
Got an Email from them the next day saying that it would not be delivered as promised and refunding my carriage costs. It did however get delivered the following day and I was able to track the package online and see that it was actually on the delivery van somy daughter could wait in for it.
Buggers!
Thought that I had pulled a flanker by jacking the job earlier in the year and then they ask me back part time.
I agreed to work 3 days, (Tuesday ,Wednesday, Thursday ) without realising that I will miss out on bank Holidays as they are on Fridays and Mondays :-(
Spare a thought for us who are in our 50's and have managed to escape without having cushy jobs or share options...