Due to a mixup over exactly what he wanted, I bought a phone from Tesco (Moto G 4G) as a birthday present for my youngest son, then found that it wasn’t wanted.
I just called them. They’re coming tomorrow to pick it up, and will refund me in full, not charging for the pickup.
This is quality service. It makes me much more likely to buy expensive items from the again, knowing that they’ve treated me well this time andsafe in the knowledge that they will treat me well in the future.
Nice, work, Tesco!
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From Gary Bernhardt’s classic lightning-talk, Wat, which is very well worth five minutes of any programmer’s time.
I said last week that from now on, when I get spammed with physical begging letters, I will send the junk back to the originator in the pre-paid envelope, with a big STOP SPAMMING ME message scrawled over it. Here’s the first batch:
These are the first new charity spams to arrive since I did the big clear-out when I just junked the 40 or 50 that had accumulated. The one on the left (Carer’s Trust, rather irritatingly styled carerstrust) I’d never even heard of before. The one on the right I do have involvement with; but that is very specific and constrained, and they should never have used that as an excuse to send me unrelated junk mail.
I put there in the post a couple of days ago. The beatings will continue until morale improves.
Here is a linguistic oddity that I’ve been aware of for some time. What is the opposite of “man”?
- Boy (because he’s immature)
- Woman (because she’s female)
- Robot (because it’s artificial)
- Animal (because it’s not rational)
- God (because he’s not mortal)
All equally valid answers, because a man is an adult male natural rational mortal.
As Roger Moore’s sequence of Bond Films settled into its increasingly frivolous nature, Sean Connery — who has famously said “Never again” after filming his comeback Bond-movie Diamonds Are Forever — was persuaded to return once more twelve years later.
Never Say Never Again (1983)
This came out in the same year as Octopussy, which I consider the nadir of Moore’s efforts. Tiring of Moore, I watched Never Say Never Again between For Your Eyes Only and Octopussy, and found myself liking it a lot more than I expected to. Connery is clearly too old for role at 53 — but that’s still three years younger than Moore was in his offering of the same year. More importantly, Connery had retained his charisma — if anything, he emits even more of an alpha-male vibe in 1983 than he had in 1971. And that alone makes the film work.
British people have the right to use “satirical, or iconoclastic, or rude comment” and to engage in
“… the expression of unpopular or unfashionable opinion about serious or trivial matters, banter or humour, even if distasteful to some or painful to those subjected to it. We should perhaps add that for those who have the inclination to use Twitter for the purpose, Shakespeare can be quoted unbowdlerised, and with Edgar, at the end of King Lear, they are free to speak not what they ought to say, but what they feel.”
According to Lord Judge, the Lord Chief Justice, in charge of the Twitter Joke Trial.
Could we, as a country, please remember that?
Sorry it’s been so quiet here recently. I’ve been taken up with writing about the extraordinary exploitative system that is modern academic publishing. I’ve written lots about it over on my other blog, and also a few articles in non-technical outlets:
But if you only read one article about this issue, I have to recommend quantum physicist Scott Aaronson’s review of The Access Principle, which opens with a devastating metaphor. Seriously, go and read it. It’s brilliant. Also, it will make you furious.
I’ve also been tweeting about this issue a lot: follow me on @SauropodMike if you wish.
Sushi photo by Mike Saechang