Ah, my first taste of sub-editor rage (me at them, not reversed). A hard lesson in having a word that I’d specifically made up ‘corrected’ during the edit. I was kinda upset, but looking back now it seems a bit trivial. The dirt ‘clumpy’ down. Not clumping. It was a sound in my ear and imagination. Live and, well, not learn. I still make up words.
This one was born a short while after building my first PC from scratch. It was an exciting time for me – working out that although I had a very small degree of geekishness in me, it was enough to build a computer. To hear the word ‘packet’ and actually know what it meant. Bliss.
This was an exciting time for me. My editor (the Science and Tech ed), gave me random space, just to write about something technological.
“Do whatever you want,” he said.
I had no idea what he meant exactly, so I just wrote some fluff about Bill Gates. That started the tradition of giving me rave space in his pages from time-t0-time. I owe a lot to the running room he gave me.
Oh crap, planes are gonna fall out of the sky! The world is gonna end! Well, everyone thought it was going to.
I went through a stage of watching a lot of TV in bed. No laptop in my life back then – but it got me thinking about stupid little inventions that would never be made, due to impracticality. The kind of inventions you know you’re gonna find in a patents office if you go and have a squiz.