You know that you must be getting old when, asking someone for their fax number you hear, "you what?"
I remember well having received spam faxes at work, especially when the machine hasn’t been switched off during weekend. Sometimes they emptied the whole paper compartment that way.
By the way:
I'm 38, still saying "school satchel", not "school bag"...
Now that has prompted a reminisce. My father wanted to treat me for qualifying for the grammar school. He promised me to the leather briefcase style school bag. How I had to disguise my disappointment. Our generation were brought up to show gratitude.As memory serves, that was why the EU first was motivated to change the laws on spam from the old, 'opt-out' to an 'opt-in' consent model.
The other one I remember hearing about was a prank commonly played at office Christmas parties, where they'd tape two A4 sheets together on the thin end, then attach them again at the other end as it came out of the machine, to form a perpetual loop....
Interestingly, here in the UK 'satchel' has come to mean a very specific, traditional style of leather schoolbag - this sort of thing:
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"Schoolbag" is applied in the utilitarian sense, i.e. any sort of bag used for the purposes of a schoolbag.
I'm old enough that my first year or two in primary school I had a brown satchel in this style that went on my back. Just a couple of years later, they were considered so outre that the rare kid who had one would be viciously mocked. What goes around and all that, one of the bags I use for work now is a black leather satchel in this very traditional style.
Now that has prompted a reminisce. My father wanted to treat me for qualifying for the grammar school. He promised me to the leather briefcase style school bag. How I had to disguise my disappointment. Our generation were brought up to show gratitude.
This is what I fantasised:
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And this is what Dad bought for me.
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Nowadays I actually prefer the second one, but at the time I was so disappointed.
Not been there since my student days either. I can't believe that I actually partook of the nicotine weed as well.Not a drinker but Saturday after match had a Christmas bottle of Mr Johnnie Walker black label with Chatterley.
Awoke Sunday with a headache not visited since Cambridge days of whist yore. And a long twisted rope it was too.