Time is running out, so I renounce a spin on a Class 387 for a fast run to Paddington on another Class 800 - a shame as the weather was perfect for pictures. Even so, it's enjoyable - boy, can those trains shift under the wires.

But unless one has lost one's senses one does not upset the apple-cart unless one can count on collecting some at least of the apples which roll to the ground.

We can use this relocator code ourselves to readdress the DOS to the memory level that we want.

These are but gauds: nay, what are lips? Coral beneath the ocean-stream Full oft he perisheth on them.