Obsolete computer

Enter man in black leather jacket.
"My brother bought a computer here a couple of weeks before Christmas and he's had nothing but trouble with it. Cost him £300."
"I presume it's a second user computer we're talking about?"
"Yes. £300 he paid. I could have built him one for less. I've already had to put a new power suppy unit in it."
"Well, actually, we only had two second user computers before Christmas and neither of them was £300. Also we refurbish our second user computer before we offer them for sale."
"Well, he paid £300 for it and it's obsolete. You should see the memory board!"
"We have not sold any computers for months for £300. We only had two for sale in the last four months."
"Look, I know he's too late to have his money back but I thought maybe you could do something for him. I know people in the computer business sometimes sell rubbish but I think you should do something about this one."
"We have not sold anyone a computer for £300 and furthermore, we do not sell rubbish."
"Well this computer is obsolete."
"We don't sell obsolete computers."
"You must have sold this one. I've got it in the car."
"No, we don't sell obsolete computers. I will not accept that."
"I've got it in the car...."
(Turns on his heel and makes a sharp exit from the shop........
never to be seen again!
Could it possibly have suddenly dawned on him that maybe he had the wrong shop?

Camaro update

Today Keith has finished the final assembly, which leaves only a few minor jobs to be done.
He has the cooliing system working, the electrical system sorted, likewise the carburation, fuel and the timing. The tyres are now inflated again and it fires on two cylinders when it turns over although the plugs need cleaning so that it will run properly.
Impressed? By the fact that I can write all this down, not by the jobs Keith has done! Let's get the right prespective on things here, folks!

Meanwhile....

back at the ranch.........

Camaro again

"Have you seen my kitchen scissors?"
"Oh yes, they're under the bonnet of the camaro."
"Why????"
"Well they were just what I needed for cutting the gasket."
Of course, silly me!

Just getting up

"Make sure you wash behind your ears, my lad!"

Horses

Oh dear!

Yesterday I had a phone call at work. At first I thought it was a school ringing to book a software fair, then it became evident that I was being asked to do a day's supply teaching on Monday. I am on the supply list in Wrexham but this was the first time they had contacted me. Against my better judgement I agreed to do it but within ten minutes, battling with increasing feelings of panic, I rang them back and said I wasn't available after all. The truth is that, since leaving my teaching job, with great relief, last summer, I have never felt the least desire to go back into the classroom, but actually it goes much deeper than that and I am left asking myself how on earth the job and its pressures have left me feeling incapable of ever standing in front of a class again.