Claims to Fame
Rob writes, "My photoshop claim to fame: the way the crop tool greys out the rest of the image? That was my idea. I sent it to the Abobe features request thing back in ooh probably about 1998. (After spending a frustrating day cropping images for a dull
website, and wishing the tool worked better.)"
What crappy claims to fame can you make?
( , Thu 24 Feb 2005, 12:49)
Rob writes, "My photoshop claim to fame: the way the crop tool greys out the rest of the image? That was my idea. I sent it to the Abobe features request thing back in ooh probably about 1998. (After spending a frustrating day cropping images for a dull
website, and wishing the tool worked better.)"
What crappy claims to fame can you make?
( , Thu 24 Feb 2005, 12:49)
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(didn't think to take a look at his todger though)
On the last leg of hitching home to Inverness from Berkshire in the eighties I took a pee in the Kinross motorway services, standing next to David Bellamy.
He finished first and was on his way out - my pathetic conversational gambit: " ... Mr Bellamy?" was met with a low grumbling "Could be".
Well, I was still peeing, so fair enough.
Was well difficult resisting the urge to pull the old "say, aren't you ...?" routine and pee down his leg - but he's a large dude and could have swatted me like a fly. Still, regretted missing the chance when he drove past me in the rain 5 minutes later without so much as an apologetic shrug.
Once had Julian Cope in my lap too, but that's not really too difficult at his live solo shows, so doesn't really count.
And I inadvertantly irritated Tony (TS) Mc Phee with a conversational faux pas at a Groundhogs gig once, but none of you young 'uns will have a clue who I'm talking about . . .
Pardon length - and irrelevancies - ramble ends here-ish (gwapple me gwapenuts)
( , Sat 26 Feb 2005, 11:58, Reply)
On the last leg of hitching home to Inverness from Berkshire in the eighties I took a pee in the Kinross motorway services, standing next to David Bellamy.
He finished first and was on his way out - my pathetic conversational gambit: " ... Mr Bellamy?" was met with a low grumbling "Could be".
Well, I was still peeing, so fair enough.
Was well difficult resisting the urge to pull the old "say, aren't you ...?" routine and pee down his leg - but he's a large dude and could have swatted me like a fly. Still, regretted missing the chance when he drove past me in the rain 5 minutes later without so much as an apologetic shrug.
Once had Julian Cope in my lap too, but that's not really too difficult at his live solo shows, so doesn't really count.
And I inadvertantly irritated Tony (TS) Mc Phee with a conversational faux pas at a Groundhogs gig once, but none of you young 'uns will have a clue who I'm talking about . . .
Pardon length - and irrelevancies - ramble ends here-ish (gwapple me gwapenuts)
( , Sat 26 Feb 2005, 11:58, Reply)
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