Looks like NCP Car Parks has been hit by a virus that’s creating merry mayhem with all of the car parking meters across the UK. Details are sketchy at the moment but it appears the entire network is being taken offline. I happened to be chatting to one of the meter tech’s who told me what had happened and that every parking meter in the UK was ‘going all weird’ and had to be turned off because of a virus.
NCP, who run the largest network of privately owned car parks in the UK were unavailable for comment on the outage although customer services has confirmed all UK car parking meters are being taken offline due to a virus striking the network.
It’s unclear at the moment whether credit card information has found its way from the NCP meters to whoever planted the virus.
December 20th, 2007
Someone sent this to me and I thought it was very funny.
Without further ado, I give you, ‘Diary of a pet’
DOG DIARY
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite!
11:00 am - Went to the vet. Bummer.
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite!
CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
I feel tired.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. I am so, so tired.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
But I feel tired.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
I must find somewhere for a little nap.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
I should really go back to sleep.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
This tired me a lot. I need to sleep.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. B*stards! Under the radiator looks cosy & warm, I will sleep there.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs. I woke up and left a small present for them, I wonder if they will find it.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. I’ve only had 18 hours of sleep today, I must try to get my usual amount tomorrow.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe - For now.
I will think about how to despatch him whilst I sleep.
December 13th, 2007
