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[Sotos]

End of part 1.

So where is part 2?

[CBBB]

I started programming in 1972 at college on an Elliot 803B which filled a large sized room!

It had 8K of memory, input and output was via paper tape like that used on an old telex machine (the forerunner of the FAX, for those too young to know).

It had compilers for both Fortran and Algol 60, which had to be fed in from a large reel of paper tape before you could load your programme.

Eventually I could read the holes on the paper tape!

Started on real computers a couple of years later with dual IBM 360/65 which had 512K of its own, plus a 1 megabyte Memorex expansion which was the size of a VW minibus!

So my mobile phone now has 2 milion times the memory of that first computer I worked on, and is probably 2 million times smaller!

[Sotos]

Eventually I could read the holes on the paper tape!

So where those holes not representing binary (e.g. 'hole' = 1, 'no hole' = 0) but something higher level?

So my mobile phone now has 2 milion times the memory of that first computer I worked on, and is probably 2 million times smaller!

And if you phone has just 1GB of RAM it is considered low end these days. A mid range €150-€250 phone now has 2GB or 3GB of RAM. How much was that IBM 360? Probably enough to buy all the stock of a mobile phone store! So if you compare computing power per dollar the difference would probably be in the billions!

[repulsewarrior]

The Amstrads were bargain price IBM PC clones, but still... £150 for such a PC in 1985 was basically a gift!

...i remember the Amstrad, and the program i got with it, "Letter Write"; it was a revolution.

...i still have it as a matter of fact, although it needs repairs.

[Get Real!]

When I was 13 or maybe 14, I went with a (now classified “bad”) classmate to a bookshop where he indulged in 5-finger shopping and I pocketed a stapler. I didn’t even need a stapler but I took it anyway so he wouldn’t say I was a pussy; such was my daft thought process back then.

Anyway, many decades later when I returned from Australia (2002/3?) one of my goals was to go to that stationary shop tell them my stupid story and put ₤5 in their cash register because I really needed to get that horrible incident off my conscience.

The day came when I drove out there, found a parking spot some 100m away because it was at a busy location, and started walking in the shop’s direction very happy that at long last I could set things straight. It was a burden I carried for so long and now I was like seconds away from getting rid of it.

Anyway, when I finally arrived there to my dismay the bookshop was no longer there but a dry cleaner was in its place so I thought… no worries I’ll just get their new address from this guy!

So I went in and asked and he started rotating his hand and goes… “Pouououououou… en dora bou eklise!” (meaning that it closed ages ago!) so in horror I asked if he knew how I could get in touch with the former owners and he goes… “Pouououououou… berki na bethanasin!” (meaning they’re probably dead by now!)

Admittedly the owners as I remember them were a couple in their late 50s or maybe early 60s but it never dawned on me that they’d die!

I got out the dry cleaners utterly defeated and did a Homer Simpson…

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

…at the realization that I was doomed to take this sin with me to my grave!

[GreekIslandGirl]

… the realization that I was doomed to take this sin with me to my grave!

There is a way out. Light some candles for them in Church and donate the money. +

[Get Real!]

… the realization that I was doomed to take this sin with me to my grave!

There is a way out. Light some candles for them in Church and donate the money. +

Under the circumstances, that may well be the next best thing to do… thanks Oracle.

[CBBB]

When I was 13 or maybe 14, I went with a (now classified “bad”) classmate to a bookshop where he indulged in 5-finger shopping and I pocketed a stapler. I didn’t even need a stapler but I took it anyway so he wouldn’t say I was a pussy; such was my daft thought process back then.

Anyway, many decades later when I returned from Australia (2002/3?) one of my goals was to go to that stationary shop tell them my stupid story and put ₤5 in their cash register because I really needed to get that horrible incident off my conscience.

The day came when I drove out there, found a parking spot some 100m away because it was at a busy location, and started walking in the shop’s direction very happy that at long last I could set things straight. It was a burden I carried for so long and now I was like seconds away from getting rid of it.

Anyway, when I finally arrived there to my dismay the bookshop was no longer there but a dry cleaner was in its place so I thought… no worries I’ll just get their new address from this guy!

So I went in and asked and he started rotating his hand and goes… “Pouououououou… en dora bou eklise!” (meaning that it closed ages ago!) so in horror I asked if he knew how I could get in touch with the former owners and he goes… “Pouououououou… berki na bethanasin!” (meaning they’re probably dead by now!)

Admittedly the owners as I remember them were a couple in their late 50s or maybe early 60s but it never dawned on me that they’d die!

I got out the dry cleaners utterly defeated and did a Homer Simpson…

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

…at the realization that I was doomed to take this sin with me to my grave!

So now we know why you were deported to Australia to join the other convicts!

[Get Real!]

So now we know why you were deported to Australia to join the other convicts!

Indeed… which begs the question… what has Paphitis done? He needs to come forward…

[kurupetos]

Paphitis stole a banana and shove it up his *ss.