That's me, Didier from Belgium (of The Answer Gang fame) and Mick from Ireland (of News Bytes fame) in Chester, England during my UK trip in July. We spent the day in Chester walking on the medieval wall, looking at Roman columns, and visiting the Roman amphitheater and the Chester Cathedral. More pictures from my trip are at http://iron.cx/pix/ in the 2002 section.
All this talk about England reminded Ben of a pseudo-Beowulf
fortune program doth said once:
Meanehwael, baccat meaddehaele, monstaer lurccen; Fulle few too many drincce, hie luccen for fyht. [D]en Hreorfneorht[d]hwr, son of Hrwaerow[p]heororthwl, AEsccen aewful jeork to steop outsyd. [P]hud! Bashe! Crasch! Beoom! [D]e bigge gye Eallum his bon brak, byt his nose offe; Wicced Godsylla waeld on his asse. Monstaer moppe fleor wy[p] eallum men in haelle. Beowulf in bacceroome fonecall bemaccen waes; Hearen sond of ruccus saed, "Hwaet [d]e helle?" Graben sheold strang ond swich-blaed scharp Sond feorth to fyht [d]e grimlic foe. "Me," Godsylla saed, "mac [d]e minsemete." Heoro cwyc geten heold wi[p] faemed half-nelson Ond flyng him lic frisbe bac to fen. Beowulf belly up to meaddehaele bar, Saed, "Ne foe beaten mie faersom cung-fu." Eorderen cocca-colha yce-coeld, [d]e reol [p]yng. -- Not Chaucer, for certain
If that's not wacko enough, see this Nancy cartoon.
Mike ("Iron") Orr
Editor, Linux Gazette, email@example.com