The feeble musings of an incompetent, middle-aged, baffoon who is embracing eccentricity and trying to raise some money for a nice charity. I like the word philanthropy, tweed jackets and the smell of Diesel fumes. Slowly turning into a mumbling recluse.
Wednesday 4 May 2011
Still working this out. Now how does electricity work again and what is a micro-chip?
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