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I have spare hayfever coupons...

...if anyone is interested.

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I think Boots must have the market cornered.


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Lottery Number Generator (6 - 49)

Code from a while back

I must have written this about five years ago, when I wanted to break away from using only Dreamweaver behaviours to produce the clever stuff in PHP.

With our new content management system, I've discovered that I can throw in snippets of PHP code that will execute. The best of both worlds, it would seem to me!

So below you will find six numbers to play in a Lotto 6-49 game (like the UK's National Lottery).

Stupid Book Titles

I've been carrying around a book for a few days called "The Mac OS X Command Line" or something similarly geeky. I was carrying it around because I thought it was going to be a useful resource for developing some *nix shell scripts that I need to pull down files from suppliers on a daily basis, extract their contents and then shove them into our database. Or remove stuff that suppliers no longer supply. In any case, you get the idea of the thrill and excitement that I was in for.

However, after finally having a poke around the book last night, I've realised it wasn't the book I'd intended to be carrying around. It was far too basic.

Embarrassingly, the book I'd intended to have with me was "Wicked Cool Shell Scripts" (WCSS). WCSS was not a frivolous purchase. Actually it wasn't a purchase at all - I did some work for a pensioner last year, and I couldn't bring myself to charge him my normal rates and also add on the VAT. I did some research and felt that I needed to add this book to my library - I asked him to purchase it for me in lieu of payment.

I did tell the guy that I felt the title was stupid, but the content was important. He humoured me.

One thing I never anticipated was that I would some day be reading this book on a train. In front of God and everyone. This is very embarrassing. I think I might make my own book cover with some kiddie birthday present wrapping paper. Or something.

Shell scripts are interesting and functional. "Wicked" and "Cool" are two superlatives that shouldn't be in the same sentence as shell scripts, and putting both of them together like that is just plain ridiculous.

The company I keep

I'm currently sitting across from a nice looking woman who appears to be assessing an essay entitled "A Review of Recent Corpus-Based Methods for Evaluating Information Ordering in Text Production".

The lady sitting next to me was watching me type, so I stopped for a while. Eventually, the nice looking woman got up and disembarked at New Street.

I took the opportunity to switch sides of the table for a bit of privacy. The lady sitting next to me was nice enough but I did feel restrained.

However, a chunky guy now sat down next to me and is picking his nose and eating it. I don't care if he's reading this. You're a foul person. So there. I guess I told him. I hope he sees the humour.


It's not only a train journey

As well as the train journey from Leamington Spa to Wolverhampton, the final bit of my journey is a bus ride from Wolverhampton bus station to my house. Tonight's ride was interesting, as it was the first time I had ever spoken to someone in the bus shelter. It went like this:

Me: "Could you put out your cigarette, please?" Her (all of which is said in .5 seconds): "I'll smoke if I want to. I was here before you. Why don't you move? There are plenty of other places you could sit. Everyone else smokes."

Vicky Pollard - the face of New BritainNow, guess her age. I'll describe her like this - she's a middle aged version of the Vicky Pollard character on "Little Britain" - Yes but, no but, yes but, no but... This thought crept into my mind immediately. I said, "You are so full of shit. You know that character called Vicky on "Little Britain"? You're like a middle aged version of her." Surprisingly, our conversation ended then. I know it fuelled the rest of her evening however. When we boarded the bus, she sat in the back and a friend boarded not long afterward. The discussion was all about smoking, and how considerate she was by not smoking in her house. For example she wouldn't let her 15 year old smoke. That even though she only let her older child smoke in the house when he/she/it was 18, although he/she/it protested from the age of 16. That "even though I have asthma, I'll smoke if I want to".


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