One of my lecturers at college was a ex-TV license inspector, he said there is nothing in the van apart from a bench. I studied TV and radio systems and even asked a lecturer what part is detected by the vans. Guess what the reply was? They work off a list.
If you remember those vans, the stuff on the top was more like an oversized roof rack, they would be moving the van every few minutes to pinpoint the house. It was all a big scare.
My college was right near the BBC Wales HQ (Scottie you know where I mean) and it wasn't uncommon to overhear BBC staff boasting about how little they'd done that day...
I do think the license is outdated but all in all, I think the BBC do some good things. Have often wondered that as we fund the BBC, does that mean we own the copyright on BBC products?
I love the BBC and am happy to spurt ?12 a month on it. Worth it for Radio 4 alone.
I reckon they've got a certain number of fantastic programmes (& also a load of tosh during some peak times which they seem to spend a lot on) but their radio programmes are usually of a high standard.
Imagine a world without the BBC and the unique way it is funded.... my God, Channel 5 on every station! If it wasn't there you'd notice a big difference, cherish it whilst it lasts dear friends, it is envied and admired all over the world.
My mother enjoyed Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Subsunk, Monte Carlo Casino, Pub Trivia on the CPC and went onto Colomns on the Megadrive..
My stepfather was of the sort who thought you should never put friends tapes or discs in your machine and that magazine type-ins were ploys to plant viruses on computers, but then again, he was a complete idiot.
My real dad, who apparently spent ?500 on my Amstrad 464 at Christmas 1984 (which I now know was ?399) knew enough to type in a few of the listings in the 464 manual but when it came to the PC, he knew next to nothing (nor did that w****e of a stepmother).. They got wireless broadband and they messed up on setting that up and none of her children from her first marriage could get it sorted either. So, when we took one of our VERY RARE trips to Chippenham to see them, so my dad could see his BLOOD grandchildren, instead of those step-grandchildren who insist on calling him granddad, I got it set-up for them in ten minutes.
My mother enjoyed Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Subsunk, Monte Carlo Casino, Pub Trivia on the CPC and went onto Colomns on the Megadrive..
My stepfather was of the sort who thought you should never put friends tapes or discs in your machine and that magazine type-ins were ploys to plant viruses on computers, but then again, he was a complete idiot.
My real dad, who apparently spent ?500 on my Amstrad 464 at Christmas 1984 (which I now know was ?399) knew enough to type in a few of the listings in the 464 manual but when it came to the PC, he knew next to nothing (nor did that w****e of a stepmother).. They got wireless broadband and they messed up on setting that up and none of her children from her first marriage could get it sorted either. So, when we took one of our VERY RARE trips to Chippenham to see them, so my dad could see his BLOOD grandchildren, instead of those step-grandchildren who insist on calling him granddad, I got it set-up for them in ten minutes.
(and my stepbrother was a C64 expert in the 80's)
Wow, there's some issue's there. Why don't you give your dad a call and talk to him.
Wow, there's some issue's there. Why don't you give your dad a call and talk to him.
Because thanks to that b***h of a wife of his, he never speaks to me on the phone these days and after the way she spoke to my eldest daughter on the phone when she rung up to wish her grandfather a happy birthday three years ago, I don't particually want to speak to her.
The only member of my family who speaks to me is my mother and on occasion, my elder aunt. I've not spoken to my other aunt and elder cousin since my younger aunts funeral about four years ago. I've not spoken to anyone on my dad's side since 1988/9. That's family for you, considering the only time my father made an effort to see me was when I was on my death-bed in 2005 (luckly I survived) only to tell me that his dad died the year before and one of his brothers died ten years before. Nice to be told...
Because thanks to that b***h of a wife of his, he never speaks to me on the phone these days and after the way she spoke to my eldest daughter on the phone when she rung up to wish her grandfather a happy birthday three years ago, I don't particually want to speak to her.
The only member of my family who speaks to me is my mother and on occasion, my elder aunt. I've not spoken to my other aunt and elder cousin since my younger aunts funeral about four years ago. I've not spoken to anyone on my dad's side since 1988/9. That's family for you, considering the only time my father made an effort to see me was when I was on my death-bed in 2005 (luckly I survived) only to tell me that his dad died the year before and one of his brothers died ten years before. Nice to be told...
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If you remember those vans, the stuff on the top was more like an oversized roof rack, they would be moving the van every few minutes to pinpoint the house. It was all a big scare.
My college was right near the BBC Wales HQ (Scottie you know where I mean) and it wasn't uncommon to overhear BBC staff boasting about how little they'd done that day...
I do think the license is outdated but all in all, I think the BBC do some good things. Have often wondered that as we fund the BBC, does that mean we own the copyright on BBC products?
Exactly ! Not exactly tons is it. If it wasnt for us lot then the cheap scroungers watching stuff on i-player wouldnt have anything decent to watch !
I reckon they've got a certain number of fantastic programmes (& also a load of tosh during some peak times which they seem to spend a lot on) but their radio programmes are usually of a high standard.
First dibs on Match of the Day!
My stepfather was of the sort who thought you should never put friends tapes or discs in your machine and that magazine type-ins were ploys to plant viruses on computers, but then again, he was a complete idiot.
My real dad, who apparently spent ?500 on my Amstrad 464 at Christmas 1984 (which I now know was ?399) knew enough to type in a few of the listings in the 464 manual but when it came to the PC, he knew next to nothing (nor did that w****e of a stepmother).. They got wireless broadband and they messed up on setting that up and none of her children from her first marriage could get it sorted either. So, when we took one of our VERY RARE trips to Chippenham to see them, so my dad could see his BLOOD grandchildren, instead of those step-grandchildren who insist on calling him granddad, I got it set-up for them in ten minutes.
(and my stepbrother was a C64 expert in the 80's)
This was my toy they were playing with, and they didn't appreciate I had Sam Fox's tits to gawk at.
Wow, there's some issue's there. Why don't you give your dad a call and talk to him.
I don't think he will get his 101 pounds back anymore, it was in 1984!
Because thanks to that b***h of a wife of his, he never speaks to me on the phone these days and after the way she spoke to my eldest daughter on the phone when she rung up to wish her grandfather a happy birthday three years ago, I don't particually want to speak to her.
The only member of my family who speaks to me is my mother and on occasion, my elder aunt. I've not spoken to my other aunt and elder cousin since my younger aunts funeral about four years ago. I've not spoken to anyone on my dad's side since 1988/9. That's family for you, considering the only time my father made an effort to see me was when I was on my death-bed in 2005 (luckly I survived) only to tell me that his dad died the year before and one of his brothers died ten years before. Nice to be told...
:-x
i was worried for a moment then. ;)
/me puts away the wooden stakes
false alarm guys! :)