finished early -- smoked last cigarette at 23:04 -- cos i ran out .... see how we get on

Thanks for the encouragement.. I have identified the most enjoyable moments (ie when I simply must have a ciggy) and solutions

1. First thing in the morning (I don't smoke upstairs so don't come down stairs) -- impracticable
2. When I get in the car (don't drive) -- impossible, I'm a lazy b'tard
3. When I eat (Don't eat) -- Hey thats a point I could do with losing a few pounds
4. When I have some alcohol (Don't even go there I must have some solice)
5. When I play poke on-line (Don't go there either)

So if I don't get up, don't drive, don't eat, don't drink and don't play poker it will be a doddle.

My life is over 

Ger

Apologies for using this forum for selfish purposes.

Having smoked for most of my adult life (except for a period when I was playing Senior Rugby) I have decided to give up again. The previous efforts were feeble to say the least and having adjoining patches on every spare piece of skin did not suit. With apologies to all, I intend to use this tread to post a daily diary. I have tried the secret method but that was only kidding myself so this very public method will, I hope, have a cathartic effect and prompt me to stay on the straight and narrow.

I have found that playing on-line poker has increased my intake (cracking nearly 40 a day recently) so the embarrassment of having to tell people I respect that I have failed in my task hopefully will increase my resolve. Every other effort was doomed to failure because I was lying to myself (and I was overdosing on mints). This time I would have to lie to others and I will not do that.

Zero hour is midnight tonight and when I arrive in Luton for the APAT I should have been smoke free for 2 weeks (just look out for the aggressive Irish B’tard all in on the first hand)

Ger

There is NO way repeat NO way (other than a court order) that the money once lodged can be reveresed -- lol nice people do exist

just wikipedia'd "Imaginary Number" now my head hurts glad I didn't have to do A level Maths

Dunno -- if it don't exist and cannot be calculated is it Imaginary or Invalid (therefore at the end of this month do I have an imaginary tax disc or an invalid one) --- discuss

Got em all -- when I sorted out my spelling (never could spell Fahrenheit !!) and put imaginary instead of invalid !!!!

Won't post the answers unless you me want to..     

814 -- steaks mmmmm

I would like to play at Dusk til Dawn because..

I would enjoy the interaction within a live environment that would be dedicated to poker. I do not like the distractions of a normal casino where quite frankly some poker games are not as professionally run as they could be. Dusk til Dawn will provide a dedicated poker environment catering for the poker player that will be trustworthy and enjoyable. I for one would most definitely travel to such a venue very frequently

Gerard Smyth
IS Manager
Cheshire

well it worked for me !!!!

786 -- i like radio

780

776

Abort, Retry, Ignore



Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand: it read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some manacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one; choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see? Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards, I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation "Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
getting up, I turned away and paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night, and shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply, "You'll see your spreadsheets...nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
perhaps it goes to heaven, where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell - your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

A POEM FOR THOSE OLD ENOUGH TO REMEMBER

A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.