As has been reported elsewhere, Bletchley Park “have two to three more years of survival”.
The Bletchley Park Trust receives no external funding. It has been deemed ineligible for funding by the National Lottery, and turned down by the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation.
Please do not allow this crucial piece of both British and World culture to disappear. If ever an example were needed of Britain leading the world, this surely would be it. To allow it to fall into the hands of developers would be simply unconscionable.
The e-petition is here. I don’t think I need to say anything else other than this is the first e-petition I’ve signed!
Quadzilla posted this earlier on today, and to be honest, with my current situation, I’m contemplating the €5000 entrance.
He’s organising an SEO fest at Oktoberfest, with some of the biggest names in the SEO/Affiliate industries, with a number of jumbo parties thrown in as well.
Current situation I hear you say? Yes, I handed in my notice at bet365 as I have been offered a consultancy doing SEO/PPC, working from home, with a lot more flexibility, etc.
Fun times ahead, though I doubt SEOktoberfest 2008 will be on the cards as 5K is a LOT of money, even with a load of Bavarian beer thrown in.
Finally after many too-ing and fro-ing from Dabs and Natwest (who stopped my card because they were worried about all the online transactions I was making [raises eyebrow] ) I finally have a new computer!!!
Now it took me about 4 hours to put together, but unbelievably it started first time! I mean how often does that happen!? Vista installed in about 45mins and on the internet about 2 seconds after that (gotta love cable).
Now since then I have reinstalleed Vista 3 times and have bsod for the graphics driver, have upgraded the BIOS, had two different RAID settings on my two 500GB HDDs and have posted on half a dosen forums because the much touted Express Gate failed to show its Linux head.
On top of that I had to spend about an hour trying to upgrade my iphone today as after upgrading to firmware v2, you have to activate the phone again which means connecting to iTunes. Sadly Apple failed to count the number of phones they’d sold and take into account how many servers/bandwidth they had, so it was a brick for about an hour and a half this afternoon. Not impressed.
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