Tony Firshman writes: > >Definitely not! In the eighties I tried to get a bed on the express between > >Paris and London. After half an hour of charades with the sleeper attendant > >I had to give up. It turned out that the magic word was 'couchette'. Like > >Doctor Foster, I 'never went there again'. ;(( > Haven't you heard of Eurostar (8-)# > I have travelled dozens of times with them and have not a bad thing to > say about the experience - quite the reverse. > (Painswick is quite near Gloucester) > > > >I used to enjoy the ZX-fairs in London, though. Those were heady days! > Yes they were. In one show there were more QL stands than any other > single computer. Mind you, you never saw the traders arriving and > clearing away rose bush remains (8-)#
I dont know anything about that, but I hope you dont mind me retailing this repackaged version of a little gem of a story (and firmly de-railing the thread back On Track (See excesses further down the line) ;) Perhaps you havnt yet heard the one about some QL-programmers who were persuaded by some IBM & Microsoft engineers to take them to a ZX Micro Fair, back in the late '80s, in a "concept-sharing excercise", and to see "whats moving in your great, british computing tradition". They were to go by train. Unfortunately "Company expences policy, yknow.., sorry old man." meant theyd all be paying for themselves. The three dossers each bought a ticket, while the three qlers only bought one ticket between them. As they heard the ticket-collector coming along the three qlers all quickly piled into the loo, and when he knocked on the door calling "Ticket, please!" one of them pushed their ticket underneath the door to be clipped. The dossers were mighty impressed by this ploy. Needles to say they were quite impressed by the QL show too; after all they had never realised you could actually have a black computer, nor a mass storage device called a 'microdrive'! (sadly, they still didnt quite seem to get the point about multitasking..) On the way back the dossers, having learnt all there was to know, as they thought, only bought one ticket between them. The qlers, however, didnt buy any ticket at all. Sure enough, the ticket-collector came round again and the three dossers crammed into the first loo, while the qlers piled into the loo opposite. Just before the last qler scrambled in he knocked on the dossers' door, calling in a gruff voice: "Ticket, please!".. Per
