Beware the 366 day curse!
I am no' sure if this is strictly a British phenomenum but it has come tae my notice that many modern appliances o' the electronic genre are prone tae sudden death syndrome just ootside the guarantee period wi' a regularity that defies coincidence.
Television sets, wirelesses, kettles, washing machines, inkjet printers, electric gramophones... 366 days or thereaboots and PFOOOFFFF. Hah! Blank screens and the whiff o' burning bakelite but nae guarantee. It is deceased and singing in the massed ranks o' the choir-invisible wi' a' the other worthless promises.
I venture tae suggest that the calumnous brood o' corporate vipers, masquerading ahint their plasticy manufacturers' smiles and bland advertising assurances, have got the art o' inbuilt failure doon tae a tolerance o' +- a few hoors wi' the sole intention o' swelling their coffers at the expense o' hapless consumers whose spirit has been broken alang wi' their expectations, so cruelly fostered by cynicial marketing which skates on the very fringes o' legality.
Rogues and reprobates! Ye hissing cauldrons o' wickedness! Ye have turned oor zeitgeist intae a poltergeist. Hands off my sporran! I shall henceforth pierce your munificent deceptions wi' the razor edges o' my wafer-thin wallet and your fancy packaging shall avail ye not. Ye shall not pass. Keep yer snake oil and whirly fandangoes. The world o' handpowered washing devices and clockwork timepieces beckons.
Television sets, wirelesses, kettles, washing machines, inkjet printers, electric gramophones... 366 days or thereaboots and PFOOOFFFF. Hah! Blank screens and the whiff o' burning bakelite but nae guarantee. It is deceased and singing in the massed ranks o' the choir-invisible wi' a' the other worthless promises.
I venture tae suggest that the calumnous brood o' corporate vipers, masquerading ahint their plasticy manufacturers' smiles and bland advertising assurances, have got the art o' inbuilt failure doon tae a tolerance o' +- a few hoors wi' the sole intention o' swelling their coffers at the expense o' hapless consumers whose spirit has been broken alang wi' their expectations, so cruelly fostered by cynicial marketing which skates on the very fringes o' legality.
Rogues and reprobates! Ye hissing cauldrons o' wickedness! Ye have turned oor zeitgeist intae a poltergeist. Hands off my sporran! I shall henceforth pierce your munificent deceptions wi' the razor edges o' my wafer-thin wallet and your fancy packaging shall avail ye not. Ye shall not pass. Keep yer snake oil and whirly fandangoes. The world o' handpowered washing devices and clockwork timepieces beckons.
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What do we want? Clockwork Macs and wind-up iPods!! When do we want them? Now!!
"We'll get back to you on this one."
<img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" /> How art thou Sir Mac? Are ye still fancyin a wee meetin of Clan AI sometime in the future?
J
The AI Clan o' the Isles salutes ye. I should be most happy tae nip doon tae Ayr on the train frae Glasgow Central in the very near future. Possibly in a fortnight or so? If it please ye I shall email soon and see if we can arrange a mutually suitable time for this maist noble and worthy meeting o' the clans.
Your humble servant and brither in Macdom,
Sir Mac o' the Isles, etc, etc
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<strong>There's a simple solution to all of this. Just buy your products during leap years so they are covered on the 366th day.</strong><hr></blockquote>
Nostradamus has spoken !
Amen