Last post for a while.

[Techno]

Hope to be back in two or three weeks time.

For the meantime, I'd suggest that nobody sends me PMs or emails....Even if they somehow turn up, I probably won't be able to reply, as this thing is crashing and rebooting so often.
I feel lucky that I've managed to actually type this out !

Bet it crashes as soon as I hit 'post'.
See you soon.
Cheers - Phil.

[WeeWars]

We'll miss you, Phil!    Enjoy the peace and quiet! 

[Lord Kermit of Birkenhead]

Who is going to look after the coats ?  .

IanS

[fsn]

Has he gone? Can we talk about him now?

[Duke Speedy of Leighton]

Good luck mate.

Auditions for cloakroom assistant over at the forum bar fight from 8.
Bring your cv and weapon of choice.

[fsn]

Meanwhile, somewhere in Wales ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v39WW-gPWOg

[Fenton]

I dont think its his computer. I think he has got all enthusiastic about the Battle of Tekknow,got the woad out and gone off rampaging around Offas Dyke





Now waiting for obvious responses

[Leon]

Me and Dave once rampaged the full length of Offa's Dyke, took us 10 days to do it though.

[Luddite]

I bet that wore her out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohdJ1DfBF24

[Duke Speedy of Leighton]

 

[fsn]

"This is my last post for a while." Techo pressed "send". Then pressed it again. And again. Eventually the machine sluggishly acknowledged his request with a surly ping. Techno turned off the steam and the computer hissed silently as it shut down. "Waste of good Welsh coal". Techno grunted. He'd bought the computer on a whim from a passing Druid and although it connected him to an alternate dimension filled with obviously tortured souls with some pretty weird interests, he was disappointed at the lack of crustaceans. He was sure the Druid had said he could get lots of prawn on the dratted machine.

He revelled in the quiet as the computer burbled into silence, the only sound being the wheezing of the male sheep that the computer used for storing information. He filled his pipe and lit it, idly twisting the green dottle into a perfect eagle warrior, before crushing it without a second thought. He disconnected the mouse from the computer and put it back in its cage. He spread the map of the world on his desk - from Flintshire to Glamorgan, from Pembrokeshire to Offas Dyke, beyond which wisdom said naught lay.

The computer had shown him other possibilities - fantastic lands in which the sky was blue and not grey, where people twisted their faces into odd shapes that he took to denote pleasure and happiness, where words contained consonants and vowels.  Over the years, Techno had born and nurtured an obsession that there were lands beyond the Dyke, and he had grown determined to prove it.

He looked at his thin face in the mirror. He rubbed his face and decided he didn't need to shave, so applied the travel woad without preparation.  Annoyed, he took off his glasses and cleaned the woad-covered lens. Satisfied with his appearance, he drew on his sealskin coat and his red knitted cap. He picked up his satchel, filled with all that he might need in foreign parts - green putty, The Little Book of Calm,  the ingredients of a rarebit and his licence to herd sheep on a Sunday.

He planned to start his journey at twilight, so he wouldn't have to answer embarrassing questions about where he was going or if he was going to make an honest woman of Megan, and knew that if he walked hard for a good hour, he'd be out of territory known to any in the village, and free to pursue his dream.

At the edge of the village, he dropped the letter into Mrs. Davies's. "This is my last post for a while." He explained.

A little further on, he saw a break in a fence. Were it to go unrepaired, sheep could stray, and there would be another feud started like last St Mair's day. He shucked of his rucksack and set the upright back. "This is my last post for a while." He thought.

Continuing his walk, he was somewhat surprised to see a narwhal block his path. He examined the giant creature, but it was dehydrated and close to death. Depressed, he unslung his bugle and blew a mournful tune.  "This is my Last Post for a whale."

Techno turned his face to the West and walked backwards towards Offa's Dyke and a world of adventure. 
   


 

[fsn]

You oik, FSN! 

Cheers. Phil.

It's me, FSN, really. I just miss him so much.

[Fenton]

It's me, FSN, really. I just miss him so much.

Who?

[Ithoriel]

I think I've found the problem with Techno's PC

[Duke Speedy of Leighton]

FSN, genius or insanity? Discuss.