tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774061635890200732.post172698259464525449..comments2008-05-12T07:07:33.001+01:00xxNapoleonSolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01146101513987334477noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774061635890200732.post-90579786275209499252008-05-08T22:38:00.000+01:002008-05-08T22:38:00.000+01:00true scifi cognoscenti breakfasted on the eagle - dan dare on the radio under the bedclothes - green things with big heads floating on saucers that should, by now, be available for a few quid at comet - digby's wigan home with his socks drying by the kitchen fire (issue 6 i think) whilst he was zooming round venus - 50's speke had loads to offer a kid (the dam woods, speke hall, dunlops, seven ponds, and the bluebell woods) where cowboy and ww2 and space fantasies were acted out - reminisce at http://www.dandare.org.uk/banjaxedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16917073322227998779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774061635890200732.post-80535497637728926622008-05-07T12:33:00.000+01:002008-05-07T12:33:00.000+01:00It angers me even more to think those useless boffins have been working on technological advancements that nobody actually wants. My work phone makes calls (sometimes), sends texts (when it can be arsed) and....... acts as a torch. No photo facility, no video option, just an underpowered light that punishes the battery by sucking it dry quicker than a £10 whore. <BR/><BR/>http://blogs.liverpoolecho.co.uk/Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16089402893403075842noreply@blogger.com