One of my more level-headed colleagues has similar form for the same offence. Given that we all have to have police clearances these days this causes her no end of embarassment when it comes up for renewal or she applies for a new job.
Her excuse for being caught so quickly is that "the police were bound to see it: we'd put it in the window and it had a flashing light." Feeble stuff: we all at disco lights at the time.
Mrs P, welcome back. The futility is a positive pleasure, one I've only just recognized in myself. But I don't know how to turn self-hatred and nihilism into something similarly life-affirming (foul phrase), sorry.
I too write code Inky , it seldom compiles first time , and generally never gives the same answer twice .I am regarded by my peers as the Picasso of Programming
Inky I am a programmer by day and a kitchen bitch on the one or two evenings a week . Its a bit like being Batman , when there is a washing up related emergency the sign of the rubber glove lights up the clouds over south dorset and the beast leaps into his KP duds and skeddaldes in the Beastmobile to Dorchester.
Miss Scarlet , yes its exactly the same , my dodgy cowboy coding is legendary
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I don't know what to say. That's tragic. Of all the things to be arrested for...
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If presented correctly it has a certain 'brio' (What a ghastly word) about it
Put it down to youthful exuberance
Beast, you are kind, but Scarlet is right: it's beyond embarrassing, it's tragic.
No matter, my dear. I'm sure no-one remembers. Ah, but you've just reminded them! Quite.
Anyway, isn't this 'theme' thingummy supposed to refer to gramophone records?
One of my more level-headed colleagues has similar form for the same offence. Given that we all have to have police clearances these days this causes her no end of embarassment when it comes up for renewal or she applies for a new job.
Her excuse for being caught so quickly is that "the police were bound to see it: we'd put it in the window and it had a flashing light." Feeble stuff: we all at disco lights at the time.
ha u losar! i got arastted for blowan shit up.
we dont cal it 'univarisity' he're we cal it 'prisan'. dividiad bya comon languague an alt aht eh what?
Yeah, well, Arlington, it qualified me for my present "career", writing code that compiles and gives the same answer _whatever the input_.
Match that, big boy.
Where's this "futility" shit come from, Inkers? I'm the one full of self-hatred and nihilism BTW.
Mrs P, welcome back. The futility is a positive pleasure, one I've only just recognized in myself. But I don't know how to turn self-hatred and nihilism into something similarly life-affirming (foul phrase), sorry.
I too write code Inky , it seldom compiles first time , and generally never gives the same answer twice .I am regarded by my peers as the Picasso of Programming
Blimey Beasty... the Picasso of programming... in the same way that I'm the pot noodle of art...
word veri: unkit
Wow Beastie, that and kitchen bitching.
Which is more fun?
Inky I am a programmer by day and a kitchen bitch on the one or two evenings a week .
Its a bit like being Batman , when there is a washing up related emergency the sign of the rubber glove lights up the clouds over south dorset and the beast leaps into his KP duds and skeddaldes in the Beastmobile to Dorchester.
Miss Scarlet , yes its exactly the same , my dodgy cowboy coding is legendary
Hmm, rubber gloves... I KP'd once. IIRC, I lasted 2 weeks; second worst job I ever had.
But the Beastmobile is clearly the subject for your next post. Yes, with big clickety pix.
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