Hmmm, Convoy. I remember the film. I remember the craze. My Dad went out to a "enthusiasts" shop in Edinburgh c.1980 - 1981 ( I think I was honing my skils on the ski slopes about then, I was also rather keen on this new radio craze) but he came back with a rather scathing review of the users of CB radio at that time: "They were all putting on American accents," he told me, "and they were using _slang_."
I just spent another wonderful hour talking to my my Mum spanning many many decades and continents of intrigue and misogony. It brought a smile to me when I heard about my Grandfather at the sprightly age of seventy-five visiting his girlfriend on his Lambretta (My Grandmother was long gone by then and he lived only for his gardening and and ...).
Being less asleep would have been a good start. Not automatically reacting as if I were talking to someone else would have been a better follow-up.
On the other hand, it means I have to go and talk to a Michael about why hosting PHP-based sites on Win2k3 might offer a sub-optimal solution and then drink beer, so it's not all bad.
I keep forgetting how much more I know about spod-security than most other people.
(If indeed there is a PHP-for-Winders. I'd become confused by then.)
I was deeply dreading having to meet my Canadian cousin, who willingly works in Afghanistan (yep, you read correctly), last weekend. He'd come over for a week or so and my parents convinced me I should have dinner with him, even though we haven't seen each other/spoken for about 11 years. I was somewhat concerned that he'd turn out to be some kind of hardcore Muslim, but when we met up it turned out that he was working in a guarded compound there as a telecoms lawyer, and all he wanted to do was go to the pub!
We spent the rest of the night drinking shots in Soho with his lawyer friend and then went to a trendy club called Camoflauge, which we somehow didn't have to queue for (the friend had a word with the security guard and he smiled and let us through - that guy can talk his way into/out of anything), because I refused to take them to Slimelight. They were up for it, but I wasn't sure their blue jeans, ironed shirts and pink sweaters would be ideal and I also don't think they knew what they were letting themselves in for!
Not a bad night after all, especially considering I was anticipating having to take him to Caffe Nero for a coffee and a chat about the merits of religion...
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Date: 2006-11-23 12:04 am (UTC)I remember the craze.
My Dad went out to a "enthusiasts" shop in Edinburgh c.1980 - 1981 ( I think I was honing my skils on the ski slopes about then, I was also rather keen on this new radio craze) but he came back with a rather scathing review of the users of CB radio at that time: "They were all putting on American accents," he told me, "and they were using _slang_."
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Date: 2006-11-23 12:15 am (UTC)If it's a small mercy, in my family I am the wee brother and my big brother has the patience and understanding (I hope) of a saint. Errr...
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Date: 2006-11-23 12:32 am (UTC)I just spent another wonderful hour talking to my my Mum spanning many many decades and continents of intrigue and misogony. It brought a smile to me when I heard about my Grandfather at the sprightly age of seventy-five visiting his girlfriend on his Lambretta (My Grandmother was long gone by then and he lived only for his gardening and and ...).
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Date: 2006-11-23 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 10:21 am (UTC)On the other hand, it means I have to go and talk to a Michael about why hosting PHP-based sites on Win2k3 might offer a sub-optimal solution and then drink beer, so it's not all bad.
I keep forgetting how much more I know about spod-security than most other people.
(If indeed there is a PHP-for-Winders. I'd become confused by then.)
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Date: 2006-11-23 12:45 pm (UTC)For the usual small values of PHP happiness that is, shonky piece of cack that it is.
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Date: 2006-11-26 02:25 am (UTC)We spent the rest of the night drinking shots in Soho with his lawyer friend and then went to a trendy club called Camoflauge, which we somehow didn't have to queue for (the friend had a word with the security guard and he smiled and let us through - that guy can talk his way into/out of anything), because I refused to take them to Slimelight. They were up for it, but I wasn't sure their blue jeans, ironed shirts and pink sweaters would be ideal and I also don't think they knew what they were letting themselves in for!
Not a bad night after all, especially considering I was anticipating having to take him to Caffe Nero for a coffee and a chat about the merits of religion...