Bad build. Shitsticks.
Very diligent train manager (or conductor as they’re properly called). Did a ticket check before we’d even left New Street, and to good effect. Sitting at the end of the carriage was a woman who was not only on the wrong train, but at the wrong station. “But this train is to London?” she queried. It was, he cheerfully replied, but you have tickets from Moor Street Station to London Paddington. “What? How do you know?” she countered - not rudely, she seemed genuinely confused. He gently explained it was written there on the tickets, explained the cost of a new ticket, told her she had plenty of time to get the right train and the directed her to Moor Street. A few minutes later as he did another ticket sweep (in this regard he was by far the most assiduous conductor I have ever encountered on the line to Euston), he turned up someone else on the wrong train having left from the wrong station. He directed him, again cheerfully and politely, to change at Coventry, take the train the Leamington Spa and pick the right train from there. I know train ticketing isn’t anywhere near as straightforward as it could be, but it’s not that difficult. How do people manage to get it so wrong?
Beatsweeper on Museum Street smoking a cigar while emptying the bins. Chapeau.
PDF forms can maintain previous versions of the form data. Who the hell knew that?
I program my own computer. Beam myself into the future.
Nothing gives an epic stack trace like a minor syntax error in a JSP.