Peterbrough Station news Wed 19 Dec 1999.

["Robin" <stationmaster@ozemail.com.au>]

Good afternoon from Peterborough, it was a
busy day at the station this morning, with
two families travelling from Whyalla with passengers
for Sydney,  The Eastbound Indian Pacific glided
in at 11:30   and  picked up  two passengers
locos in charge were  NR32,73.
The BHP eastbound freight has just rumbled through
with a consist of Blooms from Whyalla.

I have added some photos to my page today, police
at the station, new car captains, and a re do of my
emergence photo, let me know what you think
The page now works fine with Netscape.

  My friend Alan sent me this poem.

'Twas the night before Y2K


Twas the night before Y2K, and all through the nation,
We awaited The Bug, the millennium sensation.
The chips were replaced in computers with care,
In hopes that ol' Bugsy wouldn't stop there.
While some folks could think they were snug in their beds,
Others had visions of dread in their heads.
And Ma with her PC and I with my Mac
Had just logged on the Net and kicked back with a snack,
When over the server there arose such a clatter,
I called Mr. Gates to see what was the matter.
But he was away, so I flew like a flash,
Off to my bank to withdraw all my cash.
When what with my wandering eyes should I see?
My good old Mac looked sick to me.
The hack of all hackers was looking so smug,
I knew that it must be the Y2K Bug!
His image downloaded in no time at all,
He whistled and shouted, "Let all systems fall!"
Go Intel!  Go Gateway!  Now HP!  Big Blue!
Everything Compaq and Pentium, too!
All processors big, all processors small,
Crash away!  Crash away! Crash away all!
All the controls that planes need for their flights,
All microwaves, trains and all traffic lights.
As I drew in my breath and was turning around,
Out through the modem, he came with a bound.
He was covered with fur, and slung on his back
Was a sackful of virus, set for attack.
His eyes-how they twinkled!  His dimples-how merry!
As midnight approached, though, things soon became scary.
He had a broad little face and a round little belly.
And his sack filled with virus quivered like jelly.
He was chubby and plump, perpetually grinning.
And I laughed when I saw him though my hard drive stopped spinning.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know a new
feeling of dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.
He changed all the clocks, then turned with a jerk.
With a twitch of his nose, and a quick little wink,
All things electronic soon went on the blink.
He zoomed from my system to the next folks Online,
He caused such a disruption, could this be a sign?
Then I heard him exclaim, with a loud, hearty cry,
"Happy Y2K to all, Kiss your PCs goodbye!"



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Yours in The Steam
Robin
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