Once upon a time ...

The LMT Crew

...in the sleepy town of Radstock there lived a band of sterling guys and gals devoted to the arcane magic of RF, DSP and sheep rustling. I worked in this insane asylum for three years and, apart from a tour of the Home Counties with a musical, was about the most fun-filled period of my life.

This site is sincerely dedicated to all those wonderful people who worked there in the late 90s. These photos were taken during my tenure there as lab tech and webmaster.

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Spanking the Webmonkey

Poetry Corner

Our Fearless Leader, knowing of my propensity for the pithy and trenchant, co-opted me to write a few lines of verse to celebrate the TETRA team's passing of a signifcant milestone. The original intention was that he was to deliver said verse at one of the many "events" that we used to hold whenever one of the various teams managed to meet a particular goal, like turning up for work sober or conducting a successful functional test without setting fire to the trunking lab.

Come the day, yours truly was done up like a kipper! Instead of our Fearless Leader reading out the aforementioned poem, it was left to me to recite the lines you see below to the assembled faculty. So, for your further pleasure, and without further ado, I present...

The TETRA Tea Party

(with abject apologies to Hillare Belloc)

Now I've been told, by other folks,
The TETRA team is not a hoax.
They work away like fevered bats,
With deadlines tighter than a gnat's
Posterior in a howling gale,
With budgets quite beyond the pale
And project timescales bigger than
The excrement that hits the fan.

Three men of steel, with hearts of oak,
Work under LM's heavy yoke.
Who are these worthy souls, you ask,
And are they equal to the task?
Well first of all there's Del Boy: true,
His beard is false, attached with glue
Cos stress has made the lot drop out
From lack of sleep, and nagging doubt
That TETRA functions as it should
And HSD is any good.

While Mr. Poole, of whom it's said,
Would rather find himself in bed
And worry not about the cause,
Of all those horrid coding flaws.
Young Mr. Frost, it has been heard,
Thinks protocol's a dirty word;
Vocoder is a word most foul,
G729 just makes him howl.

And heading up this merry band
Is Nigel, master of the Land
Of Trolls, who struggle every day
To make it work, and make it pay
Obscene amounts of money to
The fund that helps pay me and you.

And as they've done so well of late,
They're hosting, on this very date,
A Grande Soirée, in classic style,
To celebrate another mile-
Stone passed along the rocky road
To fully working TETRA code.

The Boghole Poet