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What if I'm in the Scottish Highlands or the Welsh Hills where coverage is poor?
Poor? I would say none at all if anyone were living where I was outside of Aberdaron. So imagine the scenario: it's market day and the ffarmers from all around are all going to Bryncir for the day which has really poor data coverage. But it has data coverage. Of dial-up speeds
Then all the vehicles start to receive a patch. The download demand will swamp the broadband and nothing will get done that day. Never mind, there's always next week when the farmers all meet again. And they can all download a few more kilobytes of data each.
But. What's this? Another update? Okay, we'll start again.
Even if one could plug in the vehicle into the home 'broadband' then that would be next to useless. It wasn't uncommon for me to take three days (yes, DAYS!) to download a PS/4 game over our broadband.
On my sites I don't have GA installed at all and it's fun when I get asked by Advertising Fucktards for my stats and I send them something that approximates my wildest imagination.
Oddly they can't get their heads the fact that most of my readers are seemingly from the Vatican City...
I miss the internet of the early days when if you didn't know the eMail address of anyone in a firm then a single message to one address (I have forgotten which now) would give the directory listing of everyone inside.
Of course, this useful function got abused and has been consigned to history. Thank the spammers for this.
With the Prometheus DVD I found I was simply fascinated with the Making Of... bits (all seven hours of it).
The film may be flawed but watching how it was made really impressed me and after watching the Making Of I finally forgive all the flaws and went back and said Wow!
Oh, and also the bit at the end of the programme: the one that's telling us what's coming next week.
Again, no need to tell us because if your programme was decent enough we'd remember to tune in and watch next week. I'd rather that time were spent on actual content.
The BBC lost it for me when they fill in the first two or three minutes (the bit before the first advert break when they flog it to BBC America) with a preview of what's coming up in the rest of the programme.
There's no need for that. We'll come to that in due course.
After being continually pestered, i.e. threatened, for not having a licence despite not having a television in the house I decided to respond to them and turn the tables on them.
So I rang up the number in Darlington that was on the top of the very red and angry looking letter and asked the lady, "Can you see our address on your screen?"
"Yes"
"Right, where we live we're right at the end of the Llŷn Peninsula. We can't receive any UK terrestial signal and we don't have Sky or anything else like that. In fact, the only television signal we can receive is from the Republic of Ireland, which we can see on a clear day. Could you clarify who we should pay for our licence; yourselves or those in Ireland?"
"Er, we'll get back to you."
They didn't.
These competitions could only be improved if they all arrived clean shaven and then locked in a room with no food and water (but only CCTV) and then told to grow the best beard before being released.
That would sort out no end of social problems and clear the streets of a vast amount of knobheads.
1. There was a TV
2. There was working power in the room in the first place.
That frankly was an achievement for the overspill rooms in exchanges.
Ah, exchanges. In fact in one exchange I went to there wasn't even an exchange, let alone a roof.
I must write in that tale before I pop off this mortal coil...
All this rabid dislike of Imperial measurements when they can be just as decimal as decimal.
Ten pounds weight is a gallon of water.
Ten chains (length of a cricket pitch) to a furlong (used in proper sports) and an area described as a furlong by a chain is an acre. And what's so hard about that?
And best of all: an ounce of gold does weigh more than an ounce of feathers!
Damn, yes. I must be a very dodgy criminal every time I switch the thing off for the theatre or a concert.
You might be one day! Was the showing pre-approved?! WHO WERE YOU WITH?!
Was it Les Mis? Then you're someone with revolutionary tendancies, as would be if it were Evita. And if it were Chicago then clearly you're hanging around with nefarious types.
Which is good, because no one wants an X-ray scanner to go nuts at the hand of a hacker while a patient is in it.
Given the useless and utterly inaccurate diagnosis endured from the last consultant, perhaps the hacker may have more chance of giving a better one. The cat certainly does a far better job than the overpaid twonk.
Seriously though. Cost of HS2: £55Bn. Cost of wiring up the whole country to be proper actual FTTP: <£55Bn. Which one is more important?
Clearly HS2. Because with HS2 a small, but clearly important, number of high earning City types can then commute daily from the Yorkshire Dales to their London office.
I accept your point but the problem is that we see today so many 'independent' studies that aren't.
We see reports saying that sugar isn't harmful, for example, and then we find out who has sponsored that study. I have lost count of independent studies that show us that various foods are good/bad and the same for medicines and behind them somewhere is someone is a vested interest.
Not all of them, of course, but far too many to not to take this, and anything else, on face value.
Nobody expects users to do their own diagnosis... just please be a little less unhelpful!
Normally, I would agree. And then I get the users who say "There was an error box popping up."
"What did it say?"
"I don't know. I just clicked on OK"
Which is a far cry from "The car pulls to the right" or "there is a noise over 50mph". Those users who just click on the error box may as well say "There's something wrong with the car but I am not going to tell you what."
I do remember living in Belgium, until about the turn of the century, that even posters on the street, advert cards in newsagents all had little stamps on them. It seems that there was one person's job in the post office to just handle these stamps.
I think that these transactions just about covered their salary.
Only if the cars trigger the camera. If, however, the cameras took a picture every second then the copyright would belong to the Dartford Tunnel people.
It could be interesting if this went further (and applied to the Right Side of the Pond) because this may mean that the pictures couldn't be sent between departments or different authorities.
Until the day, that is, that there's a small disclaimer written on a notice board saying something like "Use of this motorway is considered acceptance of our terms and conditions regarding copyright of your likeness."