apple shop

[MotherCossack]

wow. this is weird.
i am shopping in stratford city, london.
because my computer is out of action i am in huge snazzy apple shop.
using one of 100's of very, very modern snazzy MacBooks.
i have had access for about 30 minutes. it is totally free and no one is giving me grid
f!!!!!!!!!
i am confused. why is this possible?
it does not equate with all that i have until now believed.
can someone explain, how to square this circle. in pro left language that an idiot like me can grab .
sorry about illiterate post, i am ruffled in the feathers, a bit.

[The Dark Side of the Moon]

If I am interpreting your post correctly, you are basically "try before you buy" kinda thing.
Apple wants your money, and of you spend 10 hours on it, and you decide, I really like this, then you will save the money, Or do something to get it

[Susurrus]

Apple shops are weird in general. My father went in one once. They just told him to wait around, then after he wandered about for a bit, someone came up to him, knew exactly who he was and what his problem was, then gave him a free iTouch 4 and left.

[Nox]

What were you doing in an Apple shop !?!?!?!?!?

[Pirate Utopian]

The Apple store in New York was too crowded. Could barely move.

[brigadista]

you were in Westfield?

Run - RUN like the wind....

[ComradeGrant]

Hey Nox umadbro? I actually like mac products, this laptop blows. I wish it was a mac.

[NewLeft]

Hey Nox umadbro? I actually like mac products, this laptop blows. I wish it was a mac.

Microsoft all the way.
http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx2uwcgpEQ1qzcv7no2_400.jpg

[#FF0000]

Hey Nox umadbro? I actually like mac products, this laptop blows. I wish it was a mac.

i usually always wish my electronics did less and were more expensive

[ColonelCossack]

da fok i'm there too ma IT'S SO SCAWY! :(


lol I'm writing this post on an 11 inch macbook air

haha I'll probably never do that outside of an apple shop...

[MotherCossack]

you were in Westfield?

Run - RUN like the wind....

i absolutely am, really, 100%, in absolute, complete, total and utter agreement with you on that!!!!!
and i am totally, 100% not a total asshole, hypocrite, really i'm not......
had the pleasure of making west field's aquaintance a few weeks ago and felt so depressed i actually cried! then wrote a poem and felt marginally better, if a bit nauseated.
still, it is actually the actual nearest shop to my mums, where i spend the xmas hols.
and her 'puter is broke blad. so no choice, innit bruv. me 'ad no over option.
by the way i is back in westfield, man, on the well cool mac book. it is well neat, bruv....

[brigadista]

i absolutely am, really, 100%, in absolute, complete, total and utter agreement with you on that!!!!!
and i am totally, 100% not a total asshole, hypocrite, really i'm not......
had the pleasure of making west field's aquaintance a few weeks ago and felt so depressed i actually cried! then wrote a poem and felt marginally better, if a bit nauseated.
still, it is actually the actual nearest shop to my mums, where i spend the xmas hols.
and her 'puter is broke blad. so no choice, innit bruv. me 'ad no over option.
by the way i is back in westfield, man, on the well cool mac book. it is well neat, bruv....

i have been there - not criticising you - just its like a maze and hard sell every 5 paces... i thought i wouldn't get out alive....

[dodger]

i have been there - not criticising you - just its like a maze and hard sell every 5 paces... i thought i wouldn't get out alive....

I was dragooned into attending a company seminar soon after privatization of the Tube. The person giving us her wisdom had some sort of breakdown....we had to kick our heels for 2 hrs. I ignored the free food and walked off hoping for sanctuary in the mall....rather than take any responsibility for the shameful way we had treated that nice American lady. Undermotivated..true....rude? Never unintentially !....I lasted some 7mins and returned to the death star where mr Vador had taken over from miss Vador. A west Ham supporter, a man of unlimited optimsm....I bet him we would be bankrupt within 5yrs...I took his mobile number...and agreed a bottle of Moet & Chandon would settle the matter.Good as gold when it went tits up waitrose delivered a bottle of bubbly.Just hoping now that W.HAM don't get the cup. That whole day was a blur. Westfield is built over the White city train depot, they were building it when I retired. Thats reason enough never to set foot in the place. Thanks for the warning.....Brigadista...

[ColonelCossack]

I was dragooned into attending a company seminar soon after privatization of the Tube. The person giving us her wisdom had some sort of breakdown....we had to kick our heels for 2 hrs. I ignored the free food and walked off hoping for sanctuary in the mall....rather than take any responsibility for the shameful way we had treated that nice American lady. Undermotivated..true....rude? Never unintentially !....I lasted some 7mins and returned to the death star where mr Vador had taken over from miss Vador. A west Ham supporter, a man of unlimited optimsm....I bet him we would be bankrupt within 5yrs...I took his mobile number...and agreed a bottle of Moet & Chandon would settle the matter.Good as gold when it went tits up waitrose delivered a bottle of bubbly.Just hoping now that W.HAM don't get the cup. That whole day was a blur. Westfield is built over the White city train depot, they were building it when I retired. Thats reason enough never to set foot in the place. Thanks for the warning.....Brigadista...

Da fok?

[MotherCossack]

i am back home now, you will be pleased to hear. (i know .... as if anyone gives a fok.....)
yeah...xmas , new year, all gone.... all over...
so it's back to normal.... 2012...lets get this show on the road....
i say hurray..
hang on...
aint some shit s'pposed to be going down sometime soon...

[Agent Ducky]

Da fok?

This is the only appropriate response to dodger most of the time. :laugh:

[ColonelCossack]

This is the only appropriate response to dodger most of the time. :laugh:

It did seem somewhat incoherent... :P

[dodger]

It did seem somewhat incoherent... :P

Good Colonel my problem if I may share it with you and my friendly Agent too. I am sitting in a straw hut on a tropical beach no substance or alcohol abuse, I promise. Why would I? When talking to a cossack and a duck at the same time it is wise to have a clear head. Educated in a gypsey/fairground school in Mitcham I was blessed with wonderful teachers, almost tutorials as the other kids often never attended. Designed as factory fodder, the teachers broke every sinew to impart knowledge and break that ugly ethos. One good lady gave me a valuable pointer or two. Think about who you are writing to and always speak on subjects you know about, what you see and hear. Simple then, a Cossack and a Duck. Waterfowl are no problem I had my own collection of wild duck over many decades...talked to them daily. A Cossack from London well I lived there from the age of 7. My first essay for her was a serious one, she was a class lady and smelled divine. I wanted to impress her. I wrote about our investigation we had undertaken, 1955, still bombed out buildings and the war not ten years over. We found out one of the parents was a German. The chap never talked about his mother almost as if he was ashamed, or perhaps there was something more sinister. SPY saboteur or maybe 5th Columnist. We decided to investigate, leave no stone unturned. It might be dangerous, true I said....we'll bring 'DARKIE'S' Yemeni dagger that his dad gave him. We had uncovered the fact that her maiden name was Skomorowski, German no doubts, and we had plans for going in about dusk now that Autumn was drawing in about 6.0pm. If discovered we would say we were calling for Jersey. We could have done with agent Ducky with us, but we had the next best thing Derek from the Dopey school who was the first over the wall. He was much bigger than us. We crept up to the kitchen door, and could hear her moaning NO-NO-NO SOMETIMES 9-9-9-.....EMERGENCY NUMBER? God I thought, this is serious, what have we got ourselves into? Panic set in but I said we have come this far...look through the gap in the curtain. We all did. Then took to our heels. We all agreed it was strange goings on.....she was lying across the kitchen table being half throttled, Dopey said his trousers were down by his ankles and he sounded angry like he was in pain. Puzzling...but clearly serious. I was the last to finish writing, Miss Howell even had to re-fill my inkwell, another waft of perfume. I was half hoping Miss Howell would take the information to the police. She read my essay and covered her face with the sheet and seemed to be tremoring. Got to her feet and asked if we would excuse her while she went to the ladies. She went on to the staff room, where there was loud raucous laughter. My essay was not put up on the wall with the others. It was however pinned up in the staff room for many years. I noticed it every time I went in for a beating. But Miss Howell never hit me hard, besides she had such wonderful perfume. Unlike Mr Shaddock who stank like a goat.

Some weeks later I was ushered into the office. I was introduced to a lady who was "not a doctor BUT like a doctor". Given tea and biscuits I only remember the first question, "Do you worry or have dreams about the Atomic Bomb?" Smelling as lovely as Miss Howell and just as anxious to please her I answered "Yes Miss very worried!" Although not sure what an Atomic bomb was. After the session the nice lady said she did not need to see me again, but would very much like to meet Dad. She gave me an envelope and I promised faithfully to deliver it safely to him. He imploded and threw the letter into the fire. That Xmas I went up to Nan by coach, in Stratford-upon avon,with a luggage label on my lapel. On my return Dad collected me from Victoria and on the way home he explained Ma was gone and I had a new mother....it was a special Xmas surprise he said.....it was too....Miss Howell !
Years later I was delivering clothing samples to a Mental Hospital in Surrey, bold as brass...Ma...she walked straight past me.

Another beautiful sunset.........Clear southern sky...southern borealis faint and the southern cross ......What was the subject again?.....Shopping malls?.....A p p l e ?....Oh yes......pass on that. I exhausted my knowledge on that subject in my last post....Happy new year dear DUCKY and Colonel. Pass on my best wishes to your good Ma too, Cossack, as I am sure she is far too busy to read this crap.......

[The Dark Side of the Moon]

Can someone condense this^
I'm too tired to read this

[dodger]

Can someone condense this^
I'm too tired to read this

I'm exhausted too Red.....just read the end line....besides I have more important things to do than condense that rubbish. Wifey is home

[ColonelCossack]

Good Colonel my problem if I may share it with you and my friendly Agent too. I am sitting in a straw hut on a tropical beach no substance or alcohol abuse, I promise. Why would I? When talking to a cossack and a duck at the same time it is wise to have a clear head. Educated in a gypsey/fairground school in Mitcham I was blessed with wonderful teachers, almost tutorials as the other kids often never attended. Designed as factory fodder, the teachers broke every sinew to impart knowledge and break that ugly ethos. One good lady gave me a valuable pointer or two. Think about who you are writing to and always speak on subjects you know about, what you see and hear. Simple then, a Cossack and a Duck. Waterfowl are no problem I had my own collection of wild duck over many decades...talked to them daily. A Cossack from London well I lived there from the age of 7. My first essay for her was a serious one, she was a class lady and smelled divine. I wanted to impress her. I wrote about our investigation we had undertaken, 1955, still bombed out buildings and the war not ten years over. We found out one of the parents was a German. The chap never talked about his mother almost as if he was ashamed, or perhaps there was something more sinister. SPY saboteur or maybe 5th Columnist. We decided to investigate, leave no stone unturned. It might be dangerous, true I said....we'll bring 'DARKIE'S' Yemeni dagger that his dad gave him. We had uncovered the fact that her maiden name was Skomorowski, German no doubts, and we had plans for going in about dusk now that Autumn was drawing in about 6.0pm. If discovered we would say we were calling for Jersey. We could have done with agent Ducky with us, but we had the next best thing Derek from the Dopey school who was the first over the wall. He was much bigger than us. We crept up to the kitchen door, and could hear her moaning NO-NO-NO SOMETIMES 9-9-9-.....EMERGENCY NUMBER? God I thought, this is serious, what have we got ourselves into? Panic set in but I said we have come this far...look through the gap in the curtain. We all did. Then took to our heels. We all agreed it was strange goings on.....she was lying across the kitchen table being half throttled, Dopey said his trousers were down by his ankles and he sounded angry like he was in pain. Puzzling...but clearly serious. I was the last to finish writing, Miss Howell even had to re-fill my inkwell, another waft of perfume. I was half hoping Miss Howell would take the information to the police. She read my essay and covered her face with the sheet and seemed to be tremoring. Got to her feet and asked if we would excuse her while she went to the ladies. She went on to the staff room, where there was loud raucous laughter. My essay was not put up on the wall with the others. It was however pinned up in the staff room for many years. I noticed it every time I went in for a beating. But Miss Howell never hit me hard, besides she had such wonderful perfume. Unlike Mr Shaddock who stank like a goat.

Some weeks later I was ushered into the office. I was introduced to a lady who was "not a doctor BUT like a doctor". Given tea and biscuits I only remember the first question, "Do you worry or have dreams about the Atomic Bomb?" Smelling as lovely as Miss Howell and just as anxious to please her I answered "Yes Miss very worried!" Although not sure what an Atomic bomb was. After the session the nice lady said she did not need to see me again, but would very much like to meet Dad. She gave me an envelope and I promised faithfully to deliver it safely to him. He imploded and threw the letter into the fire. That Xmas I went up to Nan by coach, in Stratford-upon avon,with a luggage label on my lapel. On my return Dad collected me from Victoria and on the way home he explained Ma was gone and I had a new mother....it was a special Xmas surprise he said.....it was too....Miss Howell !
Years later I was delivering clothing samples to a Mental Hospital in Surrey, bold as brass...Ma...she walked straight past me.

Another beautiful sunset.........Clear southern sky...southern borealis faint and the southern cross ......What was the subject again?.....Shopping malls?.....A p p l e ?....Oh yes......pass on that. I exhausted my knowledge on that subject in my last post....Happy new year dear DUCKY and Colonel. Pass on my best wishes to your good Ma too, Cossack, as I am sure she is far too busy to read this crap.......

:cursing::cursing::cursing:

[Agent Ducky]

Happy new year dear DUCKY and Colonel. Pass on my best wishes to your good Ma too, Cossack, as I am sure she is far too busy to read this crap.......
Uh....... thanks? :blink: I attempted reading that whole thing... Which I probably shouldn't have. I'm thoroughly lost.

[ColonelCossack]

I'm thoroughly lost.

That's because it was so... incoherent...

[danyboy27]

Well, you could basically do the same thing at the computer store i work has well.

[Drowzy_Shooter]

I'm on a mac right now, a late 2008 Macbook (black edition). It was a Christmas gift my parents bought me, and I love it to death.

[MotherCossack]

THIS IS PART OF A QUOTE FROM DODGER:

Some weeks later I was ushered into the office. I was introduced to a lady who was "not a doctor BUT like a doctor". Given tea and biscuits I only remember the first question, "Do you worry or have dreams about the Atomic Bomb?" Smelling as lovely as Miss Howell and just as anxious to please her I answered "Yes Miss very worried!" Although not sure what an Atomic bomb was. After the session the nice lady said she did not need to see me again, but would very much like to meet Dad. She gave me an envelope and I promised faithfully to deliver it safely to him. He imploded and threw the letter into the fire. That Xmas I went up to Nan by coach, in Stratford-upon avon,with a luggage label on my lapel. On my return Dad collected me from Victoria and on the way home he explained Ma was gone and I had a new mother....it was a special Xmas surprise he said.....it was too....Miss Howell !
Years later I was delivering clothing samples to a Mental Hospital in Surrey, bold as brass...Ma...she walked straight past me.

Another beautiful sunset.........Clear southern sky...southern borealis faint and the southern cross ......What was the subject again?.....Shopping malls?.....A p p l e ?....Oh yes......pass on that. I exhausted my knowledge on that subject in my last post....Happy new year dear DUCKY and Colonel. Pass on my best wishes to your good Ma too, Cossack, as I am sure she is far too busy to read this crap...


THIS IS ME:

dodger.. i say..that you are.... artful
....i'm late but no matter... you got my attention, quite an acheivement.... (pesky dots... but a hard habit to break...maybe i'll reduce, 1 dot at a time..)
ah yes, about long posts, i am ashamed to admit, though my own are to big for their boots,
(i must be in love with the sound of my own posts.)
i possess limited focus and even less patience , and am situated towards the top end of the, recently adapted (for apes and mammals), richter scale. what i' m trying to say in a roundabout way is i'm tres bon at writing long posts but sadly merde at reading other peoples.
in light of all that, i consider my chancing upon and reading this dodgy tale
a lucky, unlikely encounter!
There are precious few feathers that tickle my fancy
and as they say... (i think)
you gotta grab what ya can
while ya can, when ya can.
so consider your regards accepted. in all probability you are far too busy to read this crap.

[MotherCossack]

oh about westfield .. had to return last weekend.
it passed me by ..(i wish)

picture this if you will:
(Most of) the Cossack Clan, the Colonel included, stuffed into the........
wait for it..........
BUILD-A-BEAR shop!!!!!! Ahhhh!!!!
packed, even stuffed!, frilly, gooey, noisy, on commission, the hard sell, girley, rip-off, more-rip-off, nambey pambey, cutsy costumes, print up a birth certificate, queue for hours and spend a fortune.... such fun!!
the-build a bear shop!!!
the colonel took it all quite well under the circumstances, his bear was.....
no not really only joking.... ha ha.

that was all i could bear (Ha ha ha ah)
the apple shop... forget it... i had marbles to look for....

[Agent Ducky]

THIS IS PART OF A QUOTE FROM DODGER:

Some weeks later I was ushered into the office. I was introduced to a lady who was "not a doctor BUT like a doctor". Given tea and biscuits I only remember the first question, "Do you worry or have dreams about the Atomic Bomb?" Smelling as lovely as Miss Howell and just as anxious to please her I answered "Yes Miss very worried!" Although not sure what an Atomic bomb was. After the session the nice lady said she did not need to see me again, but would very much like to meet Dad. She gave me an envelope and I promised faithfully to deliver it safely to him. He imploded and threw the letter into the fire. That Xmas I went up to Nan by coach, in Stratford-upon avon,with a luggage label on my lapel. On my return Dad collected me from Victoria and on the way home he explained Ma was gone and I had a new mother....it was a special Xmas surprise he said.....it was too....Miss Howell !
Years later I was delivering clothing samples to a Mental Hospital in Surrey, bold as brass...Ma...she walked straight past me.

Another beautiful sunset.........Clear southern sky...southern borealis faint and the southern cross ......What was the subject again?.....Shopping malls?.....A p p l e ?....Oh yes......pass on that. I exhausted my knowledge on that subject in my last post....Happy new year dear DUCKY and Colonel. Pass on my best wishes to your good Ma too, Cossack, as I am sure she is far too busy to read this crap...


THIS IS ME:

dodger.. i say..that you are.... artful
....i'm late but no matter... you got my attention, quite an acheivement.... (pesky dots... but a hard habit to break...maybe i'll reduce, 1 dot at a time..)
ah yes, about long posts, i am ashamed to admit, though my own are to big for their boots,
(i must be in love with the sound of my own posts.)
i possess limited focus and even less patience , and am situated towards the top end of the, recently adapted (for apes and mammals), richter scale. what i' m trying to say in a roundabout way is i'm tres bon at writing long posts but sadly merde at reading other peoples.
in light of all that, i consider my chancing upon and reading this dodgy tale
a lucky, unlikely encounter!
There are precious few feathers that tickle my fancy
and as they say... (i think)
you gotta grab what ya can
while ya can, when ya can.
so consider your regards accepted. in all probability you are far too busy to read this crap.

You 2 need to realize you are PERFECT for each other. Seriously.

[ColonelCossack]

You 2 need to realize you are PERFECT for each other. Seriously.
:blink:

[Agent Ducky]

:blink:

You :blink: now, but seriously. So much incoherency. It would work.

[ColonelCossack]

You :blink: now, but seriously. So much incoherency. It would work.

hmmmmmm...