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Friday 26/09/2003It's been a long week for our beloved leader, editor Matt "Nice Boy" Loney, who has combined his hectic duties in managing the site and all us lot with a quick trip to the Continent to see AMD launch the Athlon 64. Perhaps it's been a bit too long: moved to write a column about whether Intel has fumbled the ball by letting AMD produce a 32+64 bit architecture, he settles on the headline: "Will you still love me when I'm 64 (bits)?
Written by Rupert Goodwins, Contributor

Friday 26/09/2003
It's been a long week for our beloved leader, editor Matt "Nice Boy" Loney, who has combined his hectic duties in managing the site and all us lot with a quick trip to the Continent to see AMD launch the Athlon 64. Perhaps it's been a bit too long: moved to write a column about whether Intel has fumbled the ball by letting AMD produce a 32+64 bit architecture, he settles on the headline: "Will you still love me when I'm 64 (bits)?"

Even by our bathic standards of depth plumbing, this was a bit beneath the sonar. In fact, a scan of the Net revealed that it's been used many times before -- not least by mystery group The Bitels. The Fab Plant Four are also responsible for Unix Man ("He's a real Unix man, sitting on his Unix LAN, making all his Unix plans, for nobody", which really ought to be dedicated to SCO) and The Backup Song ("Yesterday,  All those backups seemed a waste of pay. Now my database has gone away. Oh I believe in yesterday.") amid many others.

We entertain ourselves by singing these at the tops of our voice, pointing at Matt the while and laughing like cruel children. After a while, production takes pity on the hapless lad and rewrites the headline somewhere along the lines of "AMD comes to 64-bit rescue". This of course scans with  the Stone's Emotional Rescue,  which opens up a whole new can of song: we then lapse into the Who ("Meet the old DOS, same as the new DOS") and even some Blondie ("Oh XP, be-do, I'm in love with you XP, be-do").

What can I say? It's Friday, and time we all went home.

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