QLvsJAGUAR wrote: Sun Dec 22, 2024 8:59 pm
Chris, can you tell us the story of the purchase? Did you travel from Germany to England (Wolverhampton?) to meet the seller and collect the machine. Any anecdotes?
What is a shame, is that the buyer of the ROM port dongle is not (yet) known. He may not know that the content of that 27128 EPROM labelled QDOS 8000 13-2-84 is very important in respect to Sinclair QL history & software preservation.
Cheers, Urs
Well as you asked! I did indeed. I had planned to go over at the end of the year to visit mum as she had a funny turn on a train a few weeks ago and spent a few days in hospital. The whole visit was pretty much a nightmare though, due to the cold and the extra people everywhere at this time of year and every other one coughing and sneezing to some degree.
My flight from Leipzig way delayed by about an hour and when I got to the hire car place at Stansted they had all gone home! I was stranded without transport. Luckily I was staying the night somewhere local as I knew it would be late. I ordered a taxi to take me to where I was staying. I'd never been there before, neither had the taxi driver. It was a private house. The postcode was correct, the door number and door colour was correct, so I paid the man and he drove off in the same manor that he had got me to my destination (like a lunatic). I went to where I needed to go and then realised I was in the wrong place - right number, wrong road!
So I stood there with my suitcase in a strange road in a strange village and pondered over my life choices a bit. I attempted to use google to find out where I really needed to be, but to no avail as there was no internet, either due to network coverage or my phone getting confused after roaming and having the wrong SIM card enabled for data of whatever. I was cold, it was 1AM and I wanted to go to bed. I wondered up and down the road tugging my suitcase along and I found what I thought was probably the right house. A building in their garden was illuminated and I could see a bed through the window and the key to the door was in the lock on the outside. That was going to be my bed for the night no matter what! It was the right place and the owner was kind enough to take me to the car hire hut the next day but despite it only being 10 hours later than planned, they said the car I booked had gone and of course I had to do a deal on an alternative.
Car acquired, I drove up to Wolverhampton and collected the ZX83. No problems at all with that, it wasn't a bad drive and the seller was friendly (hello, if you ever see this). From there I went to mum's in Norwich. Felt cold to the bone for the next couple of days, noticed I was coming down with something on Tuesday evening, so stayed indoors and didn't really see anyone (sister, niece/nephew etc) and then I flew back home while feeling shit on Friday, trying to stifle coughs and sneezes. I hate travellers who travel while ill and I hated myself for potentially infecting others - selfishly. The cold was pretty mild though and it was either that or end up having to pay massive money to travel even closer to xmas or missing being home for xmas completely! The trip back was also packed with people, an hour waiting in the queue to get through customs (they seemed very understaffed), original train plans missed, got home at 22:30. The gf picked me up at the station and didn't recognise me instantly, said I looked like I'd aged 30 years since she had dropped me off there 6 days prior.
On the last train I folded down the Klappsitz and a new looking iPhone fell to the floor! I picked it up, it was of course locked. Unsure what to do with it, I took it home with the feeling that it would probably cause trouble in some way. It did. At 7 bloody 30 the next morning it's owner was outside ringing on the doorbell like a man possessed, after obviously tracking it down with GPS. I ignored it and he went away. Just before midday there was the same possessed iPhone-deficient doorbell ringing again and I'd just got out of bed, hadn't even done my hair. He stood at the door with his wife, obviously safety in numbers, in case I had nefarious plans for his iPhone. I explained I'd found it in the Klappsitz and told him I'd go and get it. He was grateful and gave me 20 Euros Finderlohn, which I gratefully accepted. We wished each other Merry Christmas and they drove off in a showy-off BMW.
I'm better now, mother in law is coming tomorrow, so that'll be fun.