Quiet in here, isn't it?
Is it everyone's day off?
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I have suffered weird minicab drivers over the years who take the most bizarre routes, get lost and then keep asking "Are we there yet?" like a bored child. I even had one who drove all over the place through unfamiliar streets before angrily demanding: "Don't you know where you live?" All I could do was reply weakly: "Yes I do but it's not here."
I have never had a problem with a licensed cabbie. They're all mad bastards and jolly expensive but they have the skills to do the job properly.
I didn't measure the gap at first. I looked up the spec in the instruction leaflet and compared it to models of washing machine I was interested in. When I saw there was a width difference, I double-checked the tech spec on the manufacturer's website, THEN got out my tape measure. With barely a micron of leeway on either side, I knew there was no way of fitting a 5mm wider unit in the same space.
The reason I didn't include any of this detail in my story is that it's fucking boring and not funny at all.
I seem to remember at the end of the 70s there being a clamour for the single of a new wave song "Don't Be A Dummy" off the back of a Wrangler (?) jeans advert. The problem was that Gary Numan had never recorded a full version, nor had he written it in the first place - he'd just been hired to sing a few refrains by the ad agency and that was it.
I witnessed (what I, at least, thought was) an interesting debate at my local branch of La Poste, between a customer and the clerk behind the counter regarding what counts as a legitimate form of ID accepted by general officialdom.
The customer had tried to collect a parcel by showing the 'sorry you were out' slip and his Carte Vitale (the heath service registration card). The woman behind the desk would not accept the latter as proof of ID. The customer was a typical loopy old git and started shouting and ranting so that a manager had to come out from the back office to help.
The manager, without a beat, said that the accepted form of official ID would have to comprise all of the following...
- be issued by a governmental body
- show a photo of the person
- show the person's name
- show the person's date of birth
...and that's all.
The angry old man left with his parcel: the Carte Vitale shows all of the above.
Yup, I had this with a toilet that wouldn't flush. I was on one of those British Gas "we fix all plumbing" insurance plans so I called them in. The man spent the day dismantling the big and reassembling it before telling me I needed to replace the whole thing.
The next day, the guy who mowed our lawn every 2 weeks went for a slash and said "oh you need a blahblah", nipped out to the DIY shop to buy one, fitted it and charged me the price of the part.
I probably met the last remaining telephone company employee who actually gave a damn
Years ago one summer I complained to Virgin Media that my phone line was always crackling regardless of handset or socket. A technician had a look and said he'd book some guys replace the ancient Post Office cable buried under the grass between the road and my house.
So they waited until the depth of winter to send out a team of poor sods to dig up the frozen, iron-like turf with pick axes. IT took all day.
hooking-up the fibre is a 3 visit job at least.
My neighbours found this to be the case too. Perhaps they were too easily put off.
When the clueless fibre contractor turned up at our house, he said he'd need to book a cherry picker and all sorts of mental equipment. I surprised myself by telling him in broken French what to do and how to do it and that I would lend him ladders if necessary.
I had gigabit broadband within 2 hours.
The virtual backgrounds look fake because the keying edge is obvious. Everyone can tell immediately that you're showing a fake background - especially if more than one participant is using the same background image. This just makes me even more curious about what's really going on behind them and why they're trying to hide it: is it a Turkish bath? is it a bedroom? is there a whipping post? etc.
Ah, I thought I'd better tone down my caustic comments added to other people's LinkedIn virtue-signalling posts for fear of frightening away potential work. Although I can barely believe I'm about to type the words that follow, I have recently received paying work through LinkedIn. I'm not worried about taking the piss about virtue-signallers but I don't want all my comments to appear in all my contacts' feeds and make me look like an arse.
Walking guides are a bit more complicated than you think. For a start, most people would not be happy with walking very far, so my tech sites of London would have to be split up into separate circular walks. I also want them to be accessible to wheelchair easyriders. And, most important of all, I need to plot pub stops along each route, which means I'd have to personally test each one for Commentard Suitability.
Several years ago I began plotting a walking map of London's famous dead scientists and engineers, taking in blue plaques, IEEE plaques, sites of great discoveries and, of course, graveyards. I was going to write it up for The Reg and make the walking route available as a Google Map with location photos. Unfortunately, I had to move before the Brexit Withdrawal Disagreement came into force and the map is only half done.
Still, I have plenty of photos of surprisingly modest gravestones in unlikely places. Charles Babbage, IK Brunel, er... Douglas Adams, etc.
Definitely this. Mme D has tales she could tell about a certain former boss who frequently nagged her and her colleagues to keep the office kitchen tidy, while he himself would splatter half the kitchen and coat all interior surfaces of the microwave every day with stinky fish curry.
No. Zoom does muck about with the UI, certainly: the ‘Raise a hand’ button tends to play hide-and-seek with users at every update, for example. But the Mute/Unmute button is in the same place it has always been, with the same icon it has always had, using the same keyboard shortcut as ever.
Or hang a cut-out photo of your face in front of your face while you have a snooze. Hey, it worked for a deceased Bruce Lee and nobody can spot the join.
Vote for your favourite U.F.O. episode and they'll show it on Gerry Anderson Day over on something called Forces TV. Details here.