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Just added a reference to an 1897 issue of Punch in an edit I made to W. W. Jacobs' Wikipedia page 14½ years ago. Nobody had ever got around to adding [citation needed]; I'm glad they had faith in me to sort it out in the end
Roast Beef etc.etc. at a local pub. Very nice it was too. It's one of those places you don't go to for a drink, unless you like lager or gin and tonic. Technically still a pub, but only just.
"Being nice costs nothing and sometimes gets you extra bacon" - Pondlife.
This time 20 years ago (the equivalent Sunday, not the precise date), I was getting ready to set off for the train down to Cheltenham for the third week of a contract down there. IIRC, this was the week they finally sorted out a desk for me
This time 20 years ago (the equivalent Sunday, not the precise date), I was getting ready to set off for the train down to Cheltenham for the third week of a contract down there. IIRC, this was the week they finally sorted out a desk for me
That wasn't Modemetric I take it.
Following on from the excitement of the Sunday shop I got the garden fork out of the salting house and did a bit more preparation for the new lawn extension.
Feck me the roots of the assorted tulipe that used to be there are a grade A pain and no mistake.
I think the accursed honeysuckle is the worst following on from the bush.
An hour and a half of that was enough for one day.
Listened to The Archers version of The Canterbury Tales whilst doing it, followed by our Mariella interrogating Robert Harris over his new speculative fiction future history.
Take that, Walter M. Miller (A Canticle for Liebowitz which covers very very similar ground, though in that case it was a post nuclear holocaust rather than some undefined collapse of Western Civilisation).
This was at AssureSoft, working on their new thingy AssureWeb, which allowed Independent Financial Advisors to get instant quotations for things like pension plans and what have you. It used XML on the back end for communication with the financial services providers' systems that actually calculated the quotes, which was seriously advanced for the time
I believe they were bought up by Eagle Star, whose HQ was about three minutes' walk up the road, a few years later. Googling them now reveals naught but people's CVs and LinkedIn accounts, including that of the Managing Director who was unceremoniously ejected one day in November and replaced by some youngish hotshot in an expensive suit. He gave all the developers, who were on the ground floor of the Georgian building in which the company was based, a pep talk about how they were the most important people in the business and everything depended on them (presumably including me temporarily). Then he went upstairs to address the sales and marketing people; one of the permie developers sneaked up there for a listen and reported back that he said exactly the same thing to them
Take that, Walter M. Miller (A Canticle for Liebowitz which covers very very similar ground, though in that case it was a post nuclear holocaust rather than some undefined collapse of Western Civilisation).
Not sure whether what I just ate was tea, dinner, or even a late lunch, but one thing it definitely was: breakfast! A lovely big fry-up, and very nice too
Not sure whether what I just ate was tea, dinner, or even a late lunch, but one thing it definitely was: breakfast! A lovely big fry-up, and very nice too
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