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    Originally posted by NickFitz View Post
    The new camera's battery is now charging

    It took a couple of hours last time - although that was using ClientCorp's electricity, so it worked out cheaper

    After collecting the camera I went to PC World, where the space reserved for the ink cartridges I wanted was empty

    I then popped into Borders to see if they had the book on Django - it's still so bleeding edge that I believe there is only one book so far.

    They didn't have it, but I still somehow managed to spend £70 in there on unrelated stuff, including the Collected Poems of W H Auden
    The night train Auden?

    Django is a high-level Python Web framework that encourages rapid development and clean, pragmatic design.

    Is that the one? What are rates like in that?

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      Originally posted by Diver View Post
      BP passes the 13700 Mark



      Why thank you kind Sir - how ar away is zeity now?

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        Originally posted by NickFitz View Post
        The new camera's battery is now charging

        It took a couple of hours last time - although that was using ClientCorp's electricity, so it worked out cheaper

        After collecting the camera I went to PC World, where the space reserved for the ink cartridges I wanted was empty

        I then popped into Borders to see if they had the book on Django - it's still so bleeding edge that I believe there is only one book so far.

        They didn't have it, but I still somehow managed to spend £70 in there on unrelated stuff, including the Collected Poems of W H Auden
        I hope you didn't pay more than £20 for Auden's book?
        Confusion is a natural state of being

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          I picked up the latest issue of Personal Computer World - I haven't bought it in years, but this is the 30th anniversary issue.

          I remember reading the first issue in the computer room at school

          And there's a copy of, I think, the third issue on the shelf over there - the one reviewing the original Tandy computer

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            Originally posted by BrilloPad View Post
            Why thank you kind Sir - how ar away is zeity now?
            zeitghost
            More fingers than teeth 21,609
            BrilloPad
            More fingers than teeth 13,703

            So under 8k now...

            Not that I will get much closer....

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              Originally posted by BrilloPad View Post
              Why thank you kind Sir - how ar away is zeity now?
              tpd posts
              zeitghost 9,157
              BrilloPad 8,505
              Confusion is a natural state of being

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                This is the Night Mail crossing the border,Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
                Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
                The shop at the corner and the girl next door.

                Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
                The gradient's against her, but she's on time.

                Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
                Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,

                Snorting noisily as she passes
                Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.

                Birds turn their heads as she approaches,
                Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches.

                Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course;
                They slumber on with paws across.

                In the farm she passes no one wakes,
                But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes.


                II

                Dawn freshens. Her climb is done.
                Down towards Glasgow she descends
                Towards the steam tugs yelping down the glade of cranes,
                Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
                Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.
                All Scotland waits for her:
                In the dark glens, beside the pale-green sea lochs
                Men long for news.


                III

                Letters of thanks, letters from banks,
                Letters of joy from the girl and the boy,
                Receipted bills and invitations
                To inspect new stock or visit relations,
                And applications for situations
                And timid lovers' declarations
                And gossip, gossip from all the nations,
                News circumstantial, news financial,
                Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in,
                Letters with faces scrawled in the margin,
                Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts,
                Letters to Scotland from the South of France,
                Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
                Notes from overseas to Hebrides
                Written on paper of every hue,
                The pink, the violet, the white and the blue,
                The chatty, the catty, the boring, adoring,
                The cold and official and the heart's outpouring,
                Clever, stupid, short and long,
                The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong.


                IV

                Thousands are still asleep
                Dreaming of terrifying monsters,
                Or of friendly tea beside the band at Cranston's or Crawford's:
                Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh,
                Asleep in granite Aberdeen,
                They continue their dreams,
                And shall wake soon and long for letters,
                And none will hear the postman's knock
                Without a quickening of the heart,
                For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

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                  I am off to collect the kids - c u later

                  Diver - I expect you to have overtaken me by the time I return...

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                    Originally posted by AndyGarbs View Post
                    I know this may sound pointless and as i am sort of a regular poster now, can you put my post count there please

                    If I ever get back into Real Time™, I shall try to remember to include you when I do my stats.

                    The tables I produce are bigger than the 10K posting limit so I have to delete entries manually. The way I do it is purely based on whether i can remember that person having posted lately. Hence the bottom few entries are actually lower in the table than some I will have deleted.

                    I do that to encourage newbies.
                    Drivelling in TPD is not a mental health issue. We're just community blogging, that's all.

                    Xenophon said: "CUK Geek of the Week". A gingerjedi certified "Elitist Tw@t". Posting rated @ 5 lard points

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                      Originally posted by Diver View Post
                      I hope you didn't pay more than £20 for Auden's book?
                      £30 - but it's the very nicely produced hardback edition, with good quality paper, an excellent binding (very heavy endpapers) and excellent typography - good wide margins and decent leading. It's very easy on the eye, which is important when reading poetry.

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