I hate you, you stupid fake-disabled POS, but even more, I HATE THE GODDAMNED WHITE TRASH THAT HANGS AROUND YOUR HOUSE. You, with your scraggly old arse parked on a chesterfield (!!) on the front porch, sleeping like some old drunken bum, I can stand. I can walk away and forget I ever saw you, […]

Well, that was sort of disappointing. I have grumbled, growled, complained about and harboured passionate hatred for Samba since the Mandrake days, and I fully expected to have to fight with it every step of the way when I decided to configure it this morning so that my desktop, laptop and P’s desktop can all […]