triggerhappy wrote:Firebird - Argyle Street (West)
I know where that place is but have never been inside. What is it, a bar or a coffee shop?
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triggerhappy wrote:Firebird - Argyle Street (West)
allyharp wrote:triggerhappy wrote:Firebird - Argyle Street (West)
I know where that place is but have never been inside. What is it, a bar or a coffee shop?
Doorstop wrote:Shortly before Christmas my Brother happened to be last minute grocery shopping for the Christmas Day Gluttony Extravaganza with the Christmas turkey paramount on the priority list.
He popped along to his local butchers only to find the queue snaking around the shop interior, out the main entrance and continuing to several feet feet deep along the pavement outside.
He duly took his place and resigned himself to a tedious wait as the turkey had been pre booked and pre paid and, with my brother, every penny is a prisoner so finding a shop with a shorter line simply wasn't an option.
The depletion of the meat-mongeries line of custom was interminably slow and ground along at a pace commensurate with the whole community shop "Hello! How are you? Place my order, have the generic smalltalk, have the special Christmas smalltalk, pay your monies, say your goodbyes, "NEXT!!" pace.
By the time twenty minutes had passed my Brother had barely made it from the street to the front entrance.
Now, my Brother (like myself) isn't known for his patience so, when noticing a wireless router attached to a small shelf in the corner close to the ceiling, he thought to himself "I wonder if their network is password protected?", he's like that .. nosey I mean, "I could pass the time" he thought " in this queue doing a bit of unauthorised surfing on my Nokia n95.". So he digs into his deep, deep pockets and, in-between furtive glances and surreptitious keyclicks begins his search for available wifi networks and, lo and behold, after a brief pause sure enough a local unprotected access point makes itself known.
"Dancin' Bear!!" my brother cries inwardly and proceeds to attempt to hijack some bandwidth to download whatever net content he deems suitable to be viewing in the very public queue inside a very public family butchers shop.
However things did not go as initially planned .. his Nokia, while being able to see the available network and seeing it as unprotected, was repeatedly denied access so my Brother, being the stalwart and stubborn individual he is (he shares the same genetic pool as me), continued in his efforts to smash "Fortress Galloways" firewall defences.
After a few minutes of 'hacking' away however his attention was drawn to the fact that the queue he was standing in was no longer moving. He looked up from his cyber criminal attempts to find all the 'behind counter' staff scratching their heads and fiddling with their electronic tills/weighing scales respectively with befuddled confusion as they had all locked up and refused to reboot.
They all refused to reboot because they were all linked to the wireless LAN my brother had totally fucked up trying to hack into.
Cue the disappearance of my Brothers Nokia back into the murky depths of his deep, deep pockets and the hurried appearance of of half a dozen old fashioned weighing scales and a biscuit tin full of the petty cash coupled with a three quarters of an hours wait for Brother of mine picking up his Yuletide Gobbler.
Ye couldnae make it up!
Doorstop wrote:Shucks!
No compliments please .. I'm shy.
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