what's this? is the Eskwilurxian insult industry so impoverished that Ol' Floppity hisself ahs to drag his over-glucosed acolyte Jughead out of the vat of fermenting GB he'd fallen into, just to up the ante on the word-weapons?
Although admittedly a bit too much of your Mulah's virtuous frugality may have rubbed off on the junior offspring, a good dose of long-range guilt seems to have done the trick, for a nice shiny new copy of Rainbow 6 Vegas for PC was waiting for me when i got home tonight (yet another game unplayable down the Burrow due to lack of sufficient virility in
Typhon!) I think the fact that I sent him an email saying "oi git-features, I queued up for 2 hrs in the pouring rain for your flippin' Harry Botter book, and all I get is an out-of-date bar of chocolate which you scoffed anyway!"
Wabbit - you are correct in that much of Tawakalnistan's IT equipment is "acquired" through means which might not stand up to well on a full purchasing audit, however as you know all system admins have means by which the normal defences of the beancounters can be circumvented (this includes the invention of fake web pages for Google cache purposes that describe non-existent but very convincing computer "problems" - should said beancounters choose to do some research into why 4gb of DDR2, a Core 2 Extreme and a 7800GTX Ultra were necessary for the cd library computer!) Ah the simple joys of trade accounts with major suppliers and the old 5-fingered discount...)
TET - I'd love to say that Mrs Taw has an unerring instinct for games, however in this particular instance said information was supplied by my good self, and I'm beginning to suspect that the funds to purchase them were also, the Grand Exchequer of Tawaklnistan's Central Bank (a shoe box under the bed where I keep ready cash) is looking rather empty. She does however excel at Galaxian and Frogger (as does your Mullah)
Dru - only where yours truly is concerned! anyway you shouldn't be posting here during the day, haven't you got some Ladas to weld together?
To be fair, nothing could be quite as bad as a few years ago, which the remaining old lags here will remember. I'd come home from work on my 40th to find Mrs Taw and the kids out at some bash, and a note saying "sorry no time to make you tea, sort some out yourself." So being k-nackered after a hard day's toil, I nipped down to the local chippy which does do a crackin' fried cod n chips, came home, laid 'em out ont he table ready to eat, lovely golden fish, when the phone went. off I go to answer, it's Mrs Taw ringing up to wish me happy birthday. bit of a chat and then went back into the dining room to eat me tea. Lo and behold, there's the bl**dy cats tucking into me fish n chips, wolfing down big chunks of cod like furry pelicans, taking no notice of me at all. "oi you thieving little rats" cries I, cats look up, stare at me for a few seconds, then carry on scoffing me fish. I chased the little thieving ferrets off the table and out they zoom with half a fish int heir gobs each, leaving me with squashed chips and some fish flakes n batter covered in cat fur. As Mrs Taw hadn't doen any shopping that week, all i ended up having was a Vesta boil-in-the-bag curry and a Ry-Vita.
All- on my much longed-for return to the Grand Palace tonight after a week of toil in the land of the heathens, I got more presents, money and cards (the one's delayed in the postal strike) and another cake! This haul should keep me going for a few months, so I'll say thank you all for the good wishes and goodnight!
