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Those will do just fine Kath. You'll be ripping the corduroy, and have plenty of side country to take on. If you really fancy it, then do as slippery says and hire some powder skis

Yes. The out-laws have it all planned and paid for. He's 90, she's 80 and both are ailing.

Well done Liverpool. Hull seem to have settled in

There`s nothing worn under the kilt Scotch eggs, cornish pasties, pints of bitter. I miss those.

I know its federal rather than state, but counting for Nedlands can't be too demanding. No great fan of Julie Bishop, but she was instrumental in stopping the Libs privatising the CSIRO's computing arm. Considering that the CSIRO does computing research

WA State government election.

No problem. Slightly different grammar, different vocabulary, different spelling. No criticism. It feels artificial to me because it isn't the language I speak.

Quote: edited for clarity soubs Two nations separated by a common language! French fries > chips Chips > crisps. I have real problems with American usage in my teaching books. Nothing wrong with it, but it feels terribly artificial to me.

Originally Posted By: tsondaboy French fries come from France? No they damn well don't They are called chips and they come from Yorkshire.

So? He gets a 25 second penalty for being a) slower, and behind the car in front. Big advantage. This it shite. A billion dollar "sport" ruled by amateurs and fascist sadists. I used to love F1, but now I'm totally alienated by the greed and arrogance.

Cornish pastys come from Cornwall.

I used aircon for 5 days and no nights this summer.

Originally Posted By: scouser Here's one for you Bag, why are Arsenal called that and why does their managed have Arse in his name as well? Because that's all Liverpool are likely to see of them

I was just pondering this. If the Earth comes to an end overnight, PM me BoC, and I'll read about it in the morning.

Basically you need a letter from your institution. Some of this stuff is time dependent, and will expire after a year. ER Mapper and some maths software did that to me. Open Office is very good if you want to avoid Microsoft Office, and its free. Neither can handle objects as well as my creaking 1999 version of WordPerfect. Grrrrr Alternatively, take a holiday in Indonesia or Thailand....

Nice one SG. How big were those sharks? I always like to give 2 metre-long things plenty of personal space, especially when they have teeth and/or barbs. Stating the bleeding obvious, it's a different world. I love flying through 3-dimensions.

I only worked from 8am to 10pm. The rest of the time I was slacking. As an undergrad I migrated from longhand to a typewiter. The University Computer was kept in a concrete bunker, and serviced by acolytes in white coats. Jobs were submitted overnight on punchcards. "Did not compile". It could take a week to get the simplessed job to run. Reading was high-tech. That's here I learned to use the BBC. At Cretin, I had my own PC. The interweb thingy came soon after. It was called AARNET in those days. Oh joy, you could print without having to take a floppy to the printroom. DOS 3.2!

Cold enough to need a blanket. As in T shirt isn't warm enough.

I wrote my PhD thesis on a BBC. It would take a massive 5 pages of text in memory, and then crash. Any font you like as long as it's courier. It took all night to print it out on a daisy wheel. drrrr drrrr drrrr drrrr.

Originally Posted By: ger Sarah for sure. Nobody can touch her! God wouldn't let some Italian chick take out Sarah!! I guess she ticks all the US boxes. She doesn't do it for me though. Alaska vs. Italy? No chance!

'Ning Mama. You should get your ticket. Watching a pair of squid making love is a highlight in my life. It's amazing what you can do with eight arms.

I'm, going to Turamben and Menjangen (north Bali). I'll post stuff here. In the meantime, you water people should get your heads under, and see what you are missing.

Truck driving is a challenge. Compared with driving a car, they are under-powered and under-braked. I abhor the modern practice of slip-streaming the truck in front. Spending ten hours per day looking at the back of a container a metre in front is no different from working on the production line, packing chickens. I can rope and sheet. That's a skill. There are two tricks. No1 is "making progress". That means using the gearbox to keep the rev-counter in the correct part of the dial. No2 trick is to get your braking in early. You can't do this if you are up another truck's chuff.

Re diet: it's a short by happy life. Nothing like a cuppa and a bacon sarnie at 5 am. There was was an ace transport caff on Clapham common in the day. Heart attack in one sandwich. One of my fellow drivers was so fat, all his shirts were holed where his belly rubbed against the steering wheel.

In the '70s I witnessed a classic road death. Germany (I was stopped on the inside lane). Outside lane hero drove his Cortina at max attack into the stationary car in front. We peeled him off the dashboard.