DD_Brando

An inspiring tale, Rog, thanks for posting it up.

I picked up an Asus Xonar DGX after the Creative/X-Fi that came with the Crosshair 3 mobo gave out twice. (That is, I had a spare which also blew) The Xonar has some good features and is especially nice in Hi-fi music mode. The game sounds settings are good too but don't have much effect in Forgotten Battles. It does work better than the on-board offering though. It claims to incorporate a headphones amplifier as well.

That was exactly my thought as I watched the bomb-aimer move into position!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-18334001 I'm sorry this may not work for folks outside the UK - maybe someone more knowledgeable may be able to make it available to all.

Please pass my best wishes to him as well. I'm really glad to hear he's still around.

It really must be a simple fix - there are only two wires in the setup!

Great stuff, Colin. I got to fly in a Moth for my 60th, what a blast! B

I'm getting on well with my 6950 with 2Gb VRam. The extra graphics memory makes a good difference in Rise of Flight (and probably CoD if it ever gets sorted out)

You might have taken out those two gunners before taking cover, so 8/10. Just joking ~ splendid job! B

The British Council has made 80 of its information films available on-line http://film.britishcouncil.org/british-council-film-collection?p=4& Fantastic for anyone wanting an insight into "Britishness" in the war years B

This is a little disturbing "I found this product better than the wax strips i had used previously as the hamsters didn't make as much noise during the process"

"However if we ignore the blinding, crippling and debilitating pain I should point out that this product is remarkably effective. Before, all manner of organisms great and small lived down there, now nothing can grow; not even on a cellular level. Sadly this includes my genitalia; I've spent the last four hours staring fixedly at Carol Vorderman's arse, all to no avail. My tinkywinkleton hasn't even so much as perked up, so if my review seems a bit harsh, it's only because I wanted children."

Jeep's! I'll be going back to the Eudora mail client, methinks.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-17843764

Cap'n Jack's excellent tale reminded me of another bus joke, this one from the Emerald Isle, via London Transport. One Saturday night a small group of Irishmen go out on a pub-crawl in London and end up, totally plastered, way down on the South side of the river, many miles from their lodging-house in Willesden, NW10. A quick whip round shows they have just a few shillings between them, nothing like taxi-fare, and they commence a long night's walk on the hard and unyielding pavements of London. After a couple of miles they come to a bus garage, where the day buses are stored and serviced overnight. All is dark and quiet it's so late, and one of the guys has a brainwave. "Wait here lads, I'm gonna borrow a bus" says Mickey Flynn. Mick used to drive for LT several years ago, so the rest of the lads help him over a wall and settle down to wait. Minutes pass.... until they hear the familiar sound of a big diesel coughing into life. Spirits lift, and then fall again as they hear the first of a succession of crashes and bangs and scrapings of metal that seems to go on for hours.... though really just about ten minutes ..... until a battered red bus emerges from the garage, with a triumphant Mickey at the wheel. The lads pile aboard and fall into the luxury of the padded seats. "What kept you Michael, shouts one of them, and what was all that Godawful racket?" "Oh, sure, and the silly sods had parked the number 56 right at the back of the line!"

There's an old joke in the building trade, about a bricky who drives onto a house-building site looking to get taken on. After a couple of minutes the foreman comes out a shed and calls the guy over. 'I'm looking for a good bricklayer, he says, have you got your kit with you?' "Sure, says the guy, it's in my car" After a minute he comes back, carrying a four foot spirit-level and a large grip made of canvas and leather. Putting it down on a packing case between them he reaches into the pocket of his faded Levi's and comes up with a small key which fits into a brass lock that fastens the bag and, with a proud flourish, he pulls the bag wide open to reveal a very comprehensive set of the best tools available: chisels of the finest Sheffield steel; hammers with Kevlar handles; spirit levels from Germany; the latest laser range-finder for checking distances; you name it, he's got it all neatly held in place by loops of leather stitched into the sides of the grip. And bang-slap in the centre of this cornucopia is the prize piece - an American Marshalltown brick trowel, the holy Grail of brickies everywhere. 'That all looks good but do you know how to use that thing?, says the old foreman, pointing to the trowel. " 'course I do , says the guy, just watch this!" Slipping off his suede bomber jacket to reveal a short-sleeved Ben Sherman shirt he bends down and releases the trowel from its fastenings, and then stands up with it flashing as he twirls it around in his hand like a drum-majorette's baton. Up over his head and into his other hand it goes, still spinning away, and while this is going on he slips a pack of Lambert & Butler's out of his shirt pocket, slides out a cigarette and flips it in between his lips. Then he pulls out a small silver case from which he slips a single red vesta, (or non-safety match to the uninitiated). Then he flips the trowel into his right hand and starts to swing his right arm around his shoulder, like a swimmer doing the backstroke, three times before releasing the trowel vertically into the air; point first and spinning around the long axis. Up it climbs; ten, twenty, thirty feet before it stalls, drops into a flat spin and then starts to fall point downwards. Our hero reaches up with the vesta in his left hand and touches it to the shining blade as it passes head height. It all happens in a blur of speed, but the end result is the guy touching a burning match to his cigarette while he holds up the trowel in front of him to show the mark where the vesta scraped along the back of the blade from the tip to the heel. Then he tosses the spent match onto the packing case and flicks the trowel up and watches as it somersaults end over end and then plunges into the wood, splitting the match along its length and embedding itself, quivering, in the top of the packing case. There's a cheer from the scaffolding where a bunch of guys have collected to watch the show and he turns to the foreman who has watched impassively all through..... "how's that then, and when should I start?" Without replying, the foreman turns to the watching crowd. 'Get back to your jobs you bunch of slack-arsed bastards! Right now!' 'As for you mate, he growls, you can just sling your hook. I've already got half a dozen blokes playing these games when they should be laying bricks!' 'Why don't you try that new cocktail bar up the road? I hear they're looking for bar staff....' and hey, Snacko, not ALL the pubs in Britain are like the film, thank goodness.

http://www.makeuseof.com/tag/how-to-choose-between-32-bit-64-bit-windows-7-operating-systems/

http://http://ark.intel.com/products/33909/Intel-Core2-Duo-Processor-E8200-(6M-Cache-2_66-GHz-1333-MHz-FSB) If this is your cpu then notice the line in the description - Instruction Set [=] 64-bit. 64 bit is definitely the way forward and I agree with the people who are saying you should apply that rather than peeing about with the 32bit version. The 4Gb fix is just chewing gum at best and I sincerely doubt the AIDA result. If yer mate is using a 32bits OS, why then is he using AIDA 64? B

Just leave my nose alone, okay? Besides, I'm a hatchback.

Well you never know Todd - one of the functions of the Long-Range Desert Group was picking up downed pilots. It would depend on whether anyone saw him go down and recorded the position.

The one with the saucy wink and pigtails, please. Unless already spoken for..... Don't think we haven't tried.........

Well, I still have a bootable copy of XP Pro somewhere which I used to set up a number of machines back in the day The corporate key was discontinued at some point - probably when MS discovered that it had been used to connect the equivalent of a medium-sized town - and then I had to resort to all sorts of measures to keep it ticking along. So if Dave can spare me his set of discs then I think that will be the best way to go.... Thanks for all the other suggestions, they are much appreciated. B Change of plan - I'm writing you a PM, Nick.