I got a job in the government (MURDER SHE WRITES begins)
A double page to fit it all in (the first half only appeared in print). Do you remember those huge UPS things you’d have to sign? They look impossibly archaic now. It has the sort of the name I’d give something, “the DIAD IV”.
Those devices are kind of like large Blackberries. But probably less functional.
I am daring myself that next time I am asked to provide a digital signature anywhere I try “Laaaaa {smiley-face}{heart}”. I am almost certain they don’t check those things.
They don’t over here; I’ve signed as ‘Adolf’ a number of times
No more than anyone checks the signatures on checks/cheques or credit card terminals anymore.
I’ve never managed to produce anything that even vaguely resembled my signature on one of those anyway.
I see that door knocker in a Christmas setting and I immediately think, “Desmond was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.”
Death, of course, will do little to hold Desmond back.
Having hatched from an egg, Tibkins seems like more of a chicken with a hedgehog body.
Which came first, the chicken of the hedgehog?