As the locals often say: ''ow do. This Tuesday is the first Tuesday of September. You know what that means? Sure you do. Go on... you say it. Don''t be shy, go on... I know I''m late with the announcement, but I figured you might want to tell everybody. Go on.... OK, OK, I won''t force you. It''s: Manchester BSD User Group - September 2006 ========================================= The Manchester BSD User Group is a regular meeting of like-minded geeks in the Briton''s Protection[*] pub, Great Bridgewater Street, Manchester, England. A typical event consists of sitting in a pub and arguing/discussing stuff only geeks care about. And drinking too (hey, it''s a pub after all). And general debate, geek camaraderie, banter and other things go on that make you feel warm, fuzzy and manly (or girly) on the inside. Possible topics for discussion this month include: - The usual debate as to what to upgrade to - phones, laptops, sat nav... - Early spots on the Christmas wish-list - SPIDERS!! [**] - Whose round is it? - Why I hate running my own company right now - Inevitably, house/flat prices - Equally inevitably, right-wing morons When? ----- This Tuesday coming - the 5th September I believe (just two days before the full moon, bring a gun loaded with silver bullets, the locals start to get weird) - and we typically start around 7pm-ish and continue through until about 9-10pm or whenever people have to leave. There was one time when Sam claimed we didn''t have a meet and so nobody turned up but me. I left after an hour and went home and cried. That won''t happen this time, will it? ... ... please? Where? ------ Here: http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/11/1127/ Britons_Protection_Hotel/Castlefield It''s a lovely pub, with a couple of rooms around the back of the bar we may be in - if it''s particularly lovely that evening, we may even be in the beer garden. If you can''t read a map, e-mail me off list and I''ll direct you via a series of landmarks taking in such delights as McDonald''s on Oxford Road (gasp!), the science and industry museum (wow!) and a dubious section of the canal (rent-boy-tastic!). Anything else? -------------- If you are in Manchester that night, and you''re reading this, and you don''t turn up, I hate you. HATE you. With a passion. I will cry myself to sleep that night, before rising the next morning ridden with sorrow and will take up arms against all men, vowing to destroy all. Really. Hope to see you there, -- Paul Robinson [*] True fact I shouldn''t admit to: for years I honestly thought this place was called the Witness Protection. [**] Not really. Unless one is there in a corner and errr... Uggghh! somebody get it away! Arrggghh! It''s going to bite me! Urrrrrggghhh! [flap arms like girl] Urrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! *squeal*! etc.