Michael Winning

I like writing for this blog, really I do. You know what? I’d never writ on the internet thing befor in my life before you fellows and your boss down in west-Lancs asked me if I’d do it. He and his boy came up here to the farm and showed me what to do, it was nice. The connection is still dialup up here, so it takes an age to laod each post but we’ll get there.

I may try to make some dish aerial or something to hack some banker’s unsecured network down the valley, I have a pattern for a 2.4GHz dish thing which you oculd make out of fusewire and a piece of thin frying pan. I need your boss to do the maths.

We like to go to the pub, us, sometimes. Formerly we’d just get in Landrover and go. Now, I guess we shall be staked out by the coppers. As its Christmas, none of us is going, its too dangerous if we can’t drive the vehicles after. Pub is gutted so I guess it’ll close eventually. Perhpas that’s what the buggers want, after all you can’t easily eavesdrop on local confabs in a North Lancashire pub in the hills, so it’s got to go. You could force Jim to video everybody going in and give the film the the Police every day, but then they fellows wouldn’t come or else they’d waer Skull Halloween masks from asda or Morrisons. So Jim will get closed anyway for allowing it.