Who watches the watchers?
Oll ur wanx r belong to us!
753 posts • joined 8 Jan 2013
Go and DuckDuckGo the origins of the phrase Cock and Bull story. The Cock and The Bull were two pubs on The Great North Road.
I had a peek and apparently the claim that's where the phrase originated is a bit of a cock and bull story itself.
Been trying to get in all afternoon.
Finally got in a couple of minutes ago and second stage of 2 factor authentication crashed.
Tried again and finally got to see a list of my accounts, tried to access one and was greeted with a "Thank you! You have successfully logged out of your account." message.
Omnishambles springs to mind.
Kids these days don't understand that we used to have to buy a card specifically to get sound out of a computer
To be fair, having grown up using a Commodore16 then eventually an Amiga, on encountering an "IBM Compatible" for the first time, I didn't understand that either; "What do you mean, it can only go beep?"
For some reason this has reminded me of an occasion in the early 90s, leaving the arena of a music festival in a several thousand strong throng of revellers in various states of intoxication. One particularly inebriated young chap suddenly decided to serenade a WPC with the unforgettable verse:
All my life I've been lickin'
Your fanny lips cause they taste like chicken
Ahh.... what a time to be alive that was... nostalgia sure ain't what it used to be... etc, etc.
It has hosted the Bluedot festival for the last two years and is doing so again this year. This event combines music and science and is tailor-made for a tune-loving-nerd such as myself. Professor David Nutt's presentation in the inaugural year was a personal highlight. I've yet to miss it.
Staying on site for the weekend also solves your transport issues.
I used to fix tape with tape.
More specifically, back in the mists of time when home taping was killing music, I was an enthusiastic home taper.
Some of these cassettes became quite precious.
Occasionally such a cassette would suffer from snapped tape.
A little scalpel blade and a few well-placed millimetres of (possibly the same frosted type of) Scotch tape could resurrect them with only a split second of distorted wobble to belie the repair job.
Ahh, nostalgia. Even after all these years it still aint what it used to be.
It might not surprise you (given my posting name) that I've never lived in a house with a mouse problem. Or a rat problem.
I never had a mouse problem or a rat problem until I got my cat. He was already about a year and a half old and has a habit of catching various creatures and bringing them home, usually (although by no means always) in pretty rude health. Everything from mice, voles and shrews, through frogs and newts, to rats and birds, but mostly mice.
Last summer he was sometimes bringing in three or four critters a night. This makes for some "hilarious" late night escapades, trying to catch and release the wee beasties.
I live in the city centre, about half a mile from the nearest water course and had no idea there was so much wildlife outside my back door.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Scotland (the nearest permanently inhabited place is North Uist) is still part of Britain.
Yes. I have grudgingly paid £2.50 to TicketBastard on more than one occasion for the "privilege" of printing out my own ticket.
Come the revolution, first order of business:
Ticket prices will be all-inclusive by law.
If a gig is advertised at twenty squids, then all you should pay is twenty squids, including standard delivery.
Ah, that takes me back. I got a 1200 in 1993 and started mucking around with OctaMED and 8-bit samples. Pretty soon I wanted MIDI but it was too late/expensive to switch to Atari by then.
So.... I started acquiring more and more Amiga audio and MIDI accessories as my music hobby refused to die. Still have loads of this, now redundant, Amiga audio gear, gathering dust.
Alas, for the last decade or so, I have pursued this hobby without having to switch on an Amiga.
Nonetheless, I still own two A1200s, an Amiga1 and a Pegasos1 (PPC Amiga clone).
One day, when I have time, etc, etc........
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