A good point. Years ago I used to do support for friends & "charge" a couple of bottles of nice wine, or a bottle of Courvoisier, which seemed OK at the time (I felt awkward about charging mates...). After doing this for a while I came to realise that some of the people that I was helping equated what they paid for the drinks (say £20) to what the support was ACTUALLY WORTH. Needless to say, I have not done this for a long time!
Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay Horace ate himself one day. He didn't stop to say his grace, He just sat down and ate his face. "We can't have this his Dad declared, "If that lad's ate, he should be shared." But even as he spoke they saw Horace eating more and more: First his legs and then his thighs, His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes... "Stop him someone!" Mother cried "Those eyeballs would be better fried!" But all too late, for they were gone, And he had started on his dong... "Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns "You could have deep-fried that with prawns, Some parsley and some tartar sauce..." But H. was on his second course: His liver and his lights and lung, His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue; "To think I raised him from the cot And now he's going to scoff the lot!" His Mother cried: "What shall we do? What's left won't even make a stew..." And as she wept, her son was seen To eat his head, his heart, his spleen. And there he lay: a boy no more, Just a stomach, on the floor... None the less, since it was his They ate it - that's what haggis is.
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A good point. Years ago I used to do support for friends & "charge" a couple of bottles of nice wine, or a bottle of Courvoisier, which seemed OK at the time (I felt awkward about charging mates...). After doing this for a while I came to realise that some of the people that I was helping equated what they paid for the drinks (say £20) to what the support was ACTUALLY WORTH. Needless to say, I have not done this for a long time!
Never mind download the internet, I want to print it out! High speed printer for hire, anyone?
Hardware manufacturers are still trying to make a PC powerful enough to run it on. THAT's why it was delayed...
Yeh, It's called "cold fusion".
Obvious, I thought...
Look, I may be wrong here, but last time I checked the moon was a further than 328 to 656 feet away. Lunar landing my ar$e.
Funny , I thought rule No 1 was you need pots of cash if you wanna be a space tourist, or was that terrorist?
While we're on the Python subject:
Horace
Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this his Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as he spoke they saw
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns
"You could have deep-fried that with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept, her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay: a boy no more,
Just a stomach, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his
They ate it - that's what haggis is.