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Another triplet of cuts...
Want to know how to disrupt utterly a room full of people, using nothing more than a tub of Pringles ?
Challenge someone to fit an entire Pringle into their mouth, between their lips and their teeth, without it breaking. (It is possible: portrait is easy, landscape is more difficult).
I'm not sure quite what it is about challenges like this. Someone mentions it, and suddenly everyone in the room is reaching for the Pringles, and making complete idiots of themselves.
Today, my mobile did something (briefly) that I didn't think was possible.
Today I picked up my new mobile. (People who care: my number hasn't changed.) I'm changing networks, from a Virgin pay-as-you-go phone to a Vodafone contract. The chap in the shop told me I'd know that my new phone would be working because my old one would stop.
And he was kind of right. But my old phone continued to do outgoing calls for some time after it stopped receiving incoming ones.
So, if I used oldphone to ring newphone, by dialling my own number, it worked. But the number displayed on newphone as the caller was also my own number...
Yesterday included another of Andrew Duncan's walks through London.
It was meant to be the Lambeth to Embankment Walk, but if you follow the route backwards instead of forwards, manage to get yourself locked out of one of the parks because it's dark, and then decide the end looks dull and go to the pub instead, I'm not sure you can really be said to have done the walk, as such.
Still, we trotted up one side of the Thames to Lambeth, then back down through Whitehall. Which was great, actually, as I've not really seen all the famous bits of Whitehall before. And the views up and down the Thames, particularly at sunset and dusk, when things are starting to light up, are really quite impressive. I should do it again with a camera.
I was also quite impressed by the memorial to Arthur Sullivan in Embankment Gardens, which I think displays remarkable humour for a Victorian-era tribute.
Good conversation, nice beer and a moping nymph. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon...
Challenge someone to fit an entire Pringle into their mouth, between their lips and their teeth, without it breaking. (It is possible: portrait is easy, landscape is more difficult).
I'm not sure quite what it is about challenges like this. Someone mentions it, and suddenly everyone in the room is reaching for the Pringles, and making complete idiots of themselves.
Today, my mobile did something (briefly) that I didn't think was possible.
Today I picked up my new mobile. (People who care: my number hasn't changed.) I'm changing networks, from a Virgin pay-as-you-go phone to a Vodafone contract. The chap in the shop told me I'd know that my new phone would be working because my old one would stop.
And he was kind of right. But my old phone continued to do outgoing calls for some time after it stopped receiving incoming ones.
So, if I used oldphone to ring newphone, by dialling my own number, it worked. But the number displayed on newphone as the caller was also my own number...
Yesterday included another of Andrew Duncan's walks through London.
It was meant to be the Lambeth to Embankment Walk, but if you follow the route backwards instead of forwards, manage to get yourself locked out of one of the parks because it's dark, and then decide the end looks dull and go to the pub instead, I'm not sure you can really be said to have done the walk, as such.
Still, we trotted up one side of the Thames to Lambeth, then back down through Whitehall. Which was great, actually, as I've not really seen all the famous bits of Whitehall before. And the views up and down the Thames, particularly at sunset and dusk, when things are starting to light up, are really quite impressive. I should do it again with a camera.
I was also quite impressed by the memorial to Arthur Sullivan in Embankment Gardens, which I think displays remarkable humour for a Victorian-era tribute.
Good conversation, nice beer and a moping nymph. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon...
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Most strange.
Well go *on* then...
Re: Well go *on* then...
Hmm..
If so, I demand to have it explained :)
[*]Well, it was mentioned to me by
Re: Hmm..
Phone Oddity
Somewhere, there has to be a database which, when you dial a number, works out which phone to ring (possibly with some intermediate stages). This database has been updated. It could never have resulted in more than one phone ringing anyway.
However, to dial out from your old phone only requires that your old provider recognises it as valid. Since it's pay-as-you-whatever it's not particularly good PR for them to shut if off early just to save themselves a few pence. When you call out from it, some kind of reverse lookup is required to let the other end know who's calling. This reverse lookup goes via your old provider who map it to your phone number... because that's the only number they've ever had for you.
I'm making this all up as I go along, of course. But my point is that the effect you observe is pretty much what I'd expect to see.
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Plus I wasn't thinking about everything being managed at a distance - I was vageuly surprised that newphone didn't throw a loop on being run by 'itself', but I suppose there's no real need for a phone to know its own number...
Re: Phone Oddity
I seem to remember the signal working this way, but I could be wrong.
More fun things to do with Pringles
Rather fun, and very disruptive. :-)
Re: More fun things to do with Pringles
No, don't think I understand, I'm afraid.
Re: More fun things to do with Pringles
Failing that, just dump a load of stuff under the desk to make room.
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The only clear space in my room at the moment is an area on the bed, slightly larger than I am. And I already have a use for that...
I'm now at work, though, and things look slightly more promising if I can just find a fan...
Re: More fun things to do with Pringles
BETTING ENDS!
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