The message 200311252057.24853.gt@pobox.com from Graham Trott gt@pobox.com contains these words:
On Tuesday 25 November 2003 19:24, Anthony Anson wrote:
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(Wymondham Town Centre resident. Willing to join up to jointly bang heads against screens.)
I say old chap, that's jolly decent of you.
Enough of the "old" (how did you find out?)
If I climb on my roof with a telescope......
As for levels of competence, after "using" Linux for about 5 years it was only yesterday I finally managed to move a couple of centuries of accumulated emails from Outlock Excess to KMail and actually leave Windoze switched off for 24 hours. Impressively slow rate of progress, doncha think? Which for reasons I can't fathom reminds me of the following:
Nope. I think you're a dead cert for the Shed. The main concern of Sheddi is that they may happen upon a pile of round tuits. Our main aim though is to find one just large enough to attend to the pouring and quaffing of a glass of BA.
About 270 days ago (Debian was counting them, I wasn't) I learnt a little bit about how to do Things in Debian. By last Sunday I had forgotten nearly everything I knew about using the OS, and that was little enough.
"A generalist (e.g. a manager) starts by knowing a little about a lot, and goes on learning less about more until he ends up knowing nothing about everything.
Whereas,
An expert starts off knowing a lot about a little, and goes on learning more about less until he ends up knowing everything about nothing."
Yes. Now me, I have this knack of losing things somewhere in my head. It's not anything recent: aged nine and at boarding school my nickname was 'Professor' owing to exploits such as wandering the corridors of the establishment looking for my class. Why didn't I know where I should be? Simple. I couldn't remember which day of the week it was.
Well, that was a year or two ago (Shaddap!) and I think it's about time I er, what was I saying?