Post #20080 by Trader Woody on Fri, Jan 17, 2003 12:46 PM

For the first time at work yesterday I had the British equivalent of a urine test (don't tend to have those here). I had a visit from an 'auditor', there to check out my work PC for porn, unlicensed games, MP3's and evil screensavers.

I stood there like an Iraqi at a baby food plant while he skimmed my hard drive for mpg's, sound files, and then, gulp, .jpg's.

He scanned the vast number of picture files on my disk, and started to open them up, one by one. I could see the way his mind worked -
the first one he opened was 'BellyOrange.jpg'. Up came a photo of a Pang Tiki mug. "Errr, I collect them," I spluttered.
Next up was 'Tiki-Jo'. That turned out to be a matchbook cover. 'ButlinsBeachcomber' the Beachcomber plate. Onto ones with names like '34grt.jpg' - more Tiki's. This kept on going for a few minutes, until I said," I told you I like 'em". He just gave me a look, which summed up his thought's - "I've been digging up some weird shit from people's hard-drives over the past few years, but you are one sick individual."

(I was busted for using the internet too much, though. Cest la vie)

Trader Woody