Sorry about last night :(

[Jack]

Sorry about HMVF being down last night, it was uum, erm.........everyones else fault except mine :whistle:

 

..........just can't get the staff.

 

Normal service will resume.

[Mark]

Hee,Heee!!!! whisky again Jack

 

 

Have to be your new name "WHISKY JACK" :whistle:

[Tony B]

To err is human, with computers you get a right royal screw up. :computerterror:

[Richard Farrant]

Jack,

 

Clive emailed me to find out if I was getting the same message, he was quite sure that the mafia had caught up with you

[snowtracdave]

Oh I see.............blame me ..........make me feel guilty for 'king up everybods Saturday evening.............then I find out .......THEN I find out ............

Hah..........hah............. :argh:

 

:whistle:

[Jack]

Oh I see.............blame me ..........make me feel guilty for 'king up everybods Saturday evening.............then I find out .......THEN I find out ............

Hah..........hah............. :argh:

 

:whistle:

 

 

yeah thanks Dave - ruined my Saturday :cry:

[Mark]

Yeh1..I had to go and cut the grass and stuff, I never do that on a saturday

[Joris]

Funny how this happens every other month :whistle:

[snowtracdave]

OK ....I can take a hint........

 

:died:

[General Mayhem]

With apologies to Don McLean.

 

A long long time ago..........I can still remember how

computers used to make me smile.

And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make

electrons dance, and maybe I'd be happy for a while.

 

But January made me shiver, it chilled me deep down

in my liver, bad news I collected, I couldn't get connected.

I can't remember back that day, when I first heard of the Y2K

But something touched me anyway, the day computers died.

 

So bye, bye, the next digit of Pi

Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry,

And good old boys were sending e-mail replies,

Saying, this will be the day I retire,

this will be the day I retire.

 

Can you write in C-plus, plus?

And do you have faith in your local bus,

if the driver tells you so?

Do you believe in Compaq's goals?

Can software save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to type......real slow?

 

Well I thought that you were prepared,

Cause your memo said you weren't impaired.

Your stationery's swell, but you can go to hell.

I was a lonely teenage UNIX hack,

with an incantation and a modem jack,

But I knew the cat had left the sack,

the day.........computers died.

 

I started singin'.......Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi.

Ran my PC on some DC, but the voltage was dry,

And good old boys were sending e-mail replies.

Saying this will be the day I retire,

this will be the day I retire.

 

Now for ten years we have ignored the threat,

and we haven't solved the problem yet,

But that's not how it used to be.

When the luddites read for the King & Queen,

With a light they filled with kerosene,

And some manuals they stole from you and me.

 

And while Bill Gates was looking pleased,

time stole his monopolies, The courtroom was adjourned,

No verdict was returned.

While Apple tried for a colour scheme,

The engineers, returned to steam,

And we had purges of their dreams,

The day computers died.

 

We were singing, bye, bye to the next digit of Pi,

Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry,

and good old boys were sending e-mail replies,

Saying this will be the day I retire,

this will be the day I retire.

 

Intel inside an iron smelter,

The food left over from my fallout shelter,

Twinkies old and ageing fast,

I'd rather eat the grass.

Q & A tried for a systems crash,

With the tester on the sidelines in a cast.

 

Now the timeshare net was running Doom,

While mainframes played a marching tune,

We all tried to log in,

Oh, but we never could begin.

Cause COBOL tried to take the field,

And Holerith refused to yield,

Do you recall what was revealed?

The day computers died.

 

We started singing, bye, bye to the next digit of Pi.

Ran some PC on my DC but the voltage was dry,

and good old boys were sending e-mail replies,

Saying this will be the day I retire,

this will be the day I retire.

 

There we were all in a state,

generation really late,

With no time left to start again.

So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick,

Don't let my spreadsheet data stick,

Cause data is the Devil's only friend.

 

And as I watched him on my screen,

My hands and face were drenched in steam,

No Angel born in Hell, could run that stupid shell.

And as the ball climbed high into the night,

To call the sacrificial right,

I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight,

The day computers died.

 

I met a girl.......with a cell phone,

And asked her for a dial tone,

But she just smiled and turned away,

 

I went down to the computer store,

where I'd seen computers years before,

But the man there said

the games there wouldn't play.

 

And in the streets the children screamed,

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed,

their interface was spoken,

the internet was broken.

 

And the three things I connect to the most,

The website, LAN and the Network host,

Every single one was toast,

The day computers died.

 

They were singing, bye, bye to the next digit of Pi.

Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry,

And good old boys were sending e-mail replies,

Saying this will be the day I retire,

this will be the day I retire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[abn deuce]

very clever Hope some one will post a audio clip of that being sung on day !