My most treasured possession
What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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Flashback...
The night before my incredibly interesting thesis on the intestinal parasites of the Lesser Spotted Dogfish was due in, I was in the computer lab, final draft ready to print, binder ready, all the graphs and illustrations ready, when.........'Beep'. Gone.
Wordstar. Nuff said.
(This was the early 90's and the rickety 'pooters had a habit of doing this).
*Shriek of anguish*
*Pointless prodding of random keys*
Backup, backup, found it!
Oh.
*Second shriek of anguish*
Hard copy? A pile of handwritten notes and amendments.
*Whimper*
Eleven hours later, after one of the most sweary nights ever recorded in Western History, I had re-typed the whole sodding thing. Thank you, ludicrous amounts of caffiene.
( , Fri 9 May 2008, 11:10, Reply)
The night before my incredibly interesting thesis on the intestinal parasites of the Lesser Spotted Dogfish was due in, I was in the computer lab, final draft ready to print, binder ready, all the graphs and illustrations ready, when.........'Beep'. Gone.
Wordstar. Nuff said.
(This was the early 90's and the rickety 'pooters had a habit of doing this).
*Shriek of anguish*
*Pointless prodding of random keys*
Backup, backup, found it!
Oh.
*Second shriek of anguish*
Hard copy? A pile of handwritten notes and amendments.
*Whimper*
Eleven hours later, after one of the most sweary nights ever recorded in Western History, I had re-typed the whole sodding thing. Thank you, ludicrous amounts of caffiene.
( , Fri 9 May 2008, 11:10, Reply)
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