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Predictive text
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008 12:18 pmWhat kind of predictive text tries to insert the word 'reconquista' into an SMS message?
Well, clearly it's a Motorola thing, but why?
Well, clearly it's a Motorola thing, but why?
Predictive text
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008 12:18 pmWhat kind of predictive text tries to insert the word 'reconquista' into an SMS message?
Well, clearly it's a Motorola thing, but why?
Well, clearly it's a Motorola thing, but why?
It would be going too far to suggest that today’s journey in was a nightmare, but it certainly had elements of a cheese dream about it. Certainly the section between Euston and Victoria.
As we get closer to Christmas it seems that every primary school in north London has organised class trips to some event or spectacle in the centre. This means tube carriages crammed with squealing and over-excited school children during rush hour. Add to this the people who are already on holiday and taking the opportunity to transport as much luggage as possible at the busiest times…
Well.
For ten minutes too, we were held on the platform at Warren Street for reasons that were explained by the driver, but which were unintelligible on account of the public address system rendering everything as a facsimile of reverse Urdu piped through custard. I still don’t know why we were held there, much less why the doors remained closed for eight of those ten minutes despite people wanting to get on or off the train.
Mass transit by Dali.
As we get closer to Christmas it seems that every primary school in north London has organised class trips to some event or spectacle in the centre. This means tube carriages crammed with squealing and over-excited school children during rush hour. Add to this the people who are already on holiday and taking the opportunity to transport as much luggage as possible at the busiest times…
Well.
For ten minutes too, we were held on the platform at Warren Street for reasons that were explained by the driver, but which were unintelligible on account of the public address system rendering everything as a facsimile of reverse Urdu piped through custard. I still don’t know why we were held there, much less why the doors remained closed for eight of those ten minutes despite people wanting to get on or off the train.
Mass transit by Dali.
It would be going too far to suggest that today’s journey in was a nightmare, but it certainly had elements of a cheese dream about it. Certainly the section between Euston and Victoria.
As we get closer to Christmas it seems that every primary school in north London has organised class trips to some event or spectacle in the centre. This means tube carriages crammed with squealing and over-excited school children during rush hour. Add to this the people who are already on holiday and taking the opportunity to transport as much luggage as possible at the busiest times…
Well.
For ten minutes too, we were held on the platform at Warren Street for reasons that were explained by the driver, but which were unintelligible on account of the public address system rendering everything as a facsimile of reverse Urdu piped through custard. I still don’t know why we were held there, much less why the doors remained closed for eight of those ten minutes despite people wanting to get on or off the train.
Mass transit by Dali.
As we get closer to Christmas it seems that every primary school in north London has organised class trips to some event or spectacle in the centre. This means tube carriages crammed with squealing and over-excited school children during rush hour. Add to this the people who are already on holiday and taking the opportunity to transport as much luggage as possible at the busiest times…
Well.
For ten minutes too, we were held on the platform at Warren Street for reasons that were explained by the driver, but which were unintelligible on account of the public address system rendering everything as a facsimile of reverse Urdu piped through custard. I still don’t know why we were held there, much less why the doors remained closed for eight of those ten minutes despite people wanting to get on or off the train.
Mass transit by Dali.
