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I was working on a streetlight in the early morning. Some drunk guy stumbled across the road and nearly got hit by a car (whose driver may also have been drunk, or maybe just half asleep). The drunk guy then stole my ladder out from under me, forcing me to grab on to the light I was fixing. As the drunk was making off with my ladder, some other bloke walking his dog saw the spectacle, but instead of helping me, he just phoned the police to report a burglar. He must've seen me, because he looked directly at the busted streetlight from which I was hanging. Why on earth did he not help me? I had to hang there for over an hour, clinging on for dear life, before some good Samaritan helped me down.
What is this talk of release? I do not release software. My software escapes leaving a bloody trail of designers and quality assurance people in its wake.
Looked out of my window this morning cause the streetlight had gone out and I wondered why. There was this bloke with a dog following a man with a ladder, obviously up to no good as he was keeping out of sight of the ladder carrier. Luckily a passing car lit them both up so I could pass the description on to the police.
Awful! They sound like bloody hairdryers. I went to the Hungarian GP many times and it was brilliant, the sheer brut power could be heard roaring around the track. That? Barely hear it across the road.