Bank Holiday. Still time for a gossip with a pal, though, who informs me that the Motorola-based Iridium global satellite system has hit a few problems.
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A press release appears on my desk. This is about a new Microsoft initiative for broadcasting Internet information to the home alongside the normal TV signal.
Last day of the hols. Swiz. Before I take my leave of the bucolic paradise on the edge of Plymouth where I've been catching the sun, I have another go at fixing my father's PC.
(Editor's Note: Due to nothing very much of interest happening in the computer industry this week, we are running a previously unpublished extract...
Get back to work after being rather ill last week (opinion is divided between the Camden Town Chicken Samosa infection route being the cause of my gastric distress, and the North London Water Poisoning Company) to find a new USR Pilot waiting for me! Hurrah!
Now here's a funny thing. While browsing through some American magazines, I spot that there's an American company called Monorail.
Three small flaws: one, the link software doesn't seem to work. I spend an hour getting COMMS ERROR messages from the watch, which is supposed to pick up data from flashing bars on the monitor.
Oh to be in Paris, now...
One likes to have one's routine in the morning: get up, put kettle on, wash, grab email, leave for office. Not today.
Oy! This cannot go on. A notable Unix workstation company (servers too) sends me a press release telling me how much it'd like to see me and my pals at the launch of some new products.