From Number 11

Our HairyMammal typist (HMT, also known as The Horizontal One) recently sent an email to B about the wonder of the Internet.

'All over the globe in a few seconds,' he burbled. 'No paper,' he added. The wonders of modern technology (spersifically emails) seemed to be the source of his glee. Wonderful by the standards of the HairyMammals of Earth, you understand.

This is the same B (Bob) who appears in the Credits but he said not to mention this, so we'll call him (Bob) B. Okay?

A few seconds! You must be kidding.

Several days later, HMT was walking his dog when B (remember not to pronounce this as ''Bob'') poked his head out of the window of his house and uttered the immortal words, 'Oy! Take a look at this.'

The webpage from the link in the afore-mentioned email, the email that could have travelled around the world, but had in fact travelled about 70 metres, was partly illegible.

'Different browsers,' said B (i.e. Bob).

'Different who?' said HMT.

'Browsers. The program that reads the HTML,' B (i.e. Bob) explained.

'The HT what?'

'The HTML - the language your webpage is written in. The browser program reads it and interprets it,' said B (i.e. Bob) with near infinite patience.

'Interprets?'

Sigh (this was B (Bob), not me, doing the sighing).

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'Ahha!' said HMT after barely three days cogitation. 'I'd better alter the stylesheet.' So he did.

Having done so - an email was forwarded to B (Bob) which could have travelled around the world in seconds, but had in fact travelled about 70 metres. The next day HMT phoned Bob to make sure he'd got it.

He had. It worked. & Lo the problem was solved.

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In my humbloid opinion, the only stylesheet that belongs anywhere near our HMT is the type that lies on HMT while he rests in the vicinity of a mattress...

Yours etc.,
Number 11