Monthly Archives: February 2006

Javascript [delete] confirmation

Meant to post this aaaaages ago in case I forgot where I found it originally, but of course I didn’t and so today I’ve had to dig around and find it again :)

This snippet of code pops up a confirmation dialog when, for example, you click a button on a web based form, making it ideal for building interfaces where you want to provide a preventative measure against accidental requests being made.

Check it out:

And here’s the code:

<input name=action type=submit value=Delete onClick="javascript:return confirm('Are you sure you want to delete this record?')"/>

Obviously you’ll need to set up methods for handling the different actions, but the key thing here is the javascript snippet.

Credit to CodeToad for the original posting.

Wickedy sweet awesome

So my new mixer turned up today.. Or so I thought. I opened the box to find something completely different to what I ordered :)


So I call up the shop I’ve ordered from and the guy on the other end starts laughing. “We’ve had this other guy screaming at us on and off all day wondering where his mixer is”. Guess that mystery’s solved then. Lol.

Also, decided to query O2 today regarding the XDA Mini S which I tried, didn’t like and hence returned for a refund. That was on the 24th January, and I had to pay out £49.99 for the handset plus £36.11 for my first bill & insurance, which needless to say hasn’t been credited to my account.

To my surprise, I received the following [partial] message:

“I am sorry but we have not yet received the O2 XDA Mini (gm-xxxxxxxxx).” [decided it’s probably not a good idea to quote the order number :)]

HUH some more. Wtf? I sent that first class, and Royal Mail’s tracking system shows it as delivered… I fucking love mobile phone companies. I’m still waiting on £40 from Orange from November. At least I cancelled my direct debit so they couldn’t theive the money from my account, but I’ve been barred twice and the inconvenience factor is enormous. I’ll post up the first draft of my most recent letter for public amusement:

You’re damn right I feel the £50 credit was not enough. I feel the £85 total credit is still not enough. You still owe me £40. If you had paid attention to the wording in my letters, you would have realised I was trying to point out that I have been overcharged by £67 on my October bill – not £35 as your last letter states – and £58 on my November bill, rather than the £50 that you mention. I will state again, this makes a total of £125 overcharged. You have given me £85.

£125 – £85 = £40 outstanding.

Seeing as it is obviously too much to ask that you actually read my letters properly, I have taken the time to highlight the relevant paragraphs in our previous correspondence, in the hope that this will make things understandable for you.

This is, of course, ignoring the contradiction you have made with your previous claims – that the goodwill gestures are nothing to do with compensation for overcharging. It’s rather coincidental is it not that the £35 & £50 credits match perfectly your take on the degree of overcharging on my respective October & November bills? Yet you’re saying these are not a measure of compensation? Your ignorance continues to amaze me.

I look forward to hearing from someone who is not just a cog in the machine, and might actually be capable of some free thought.

Yours sincerely,

Yes, I was laughing as I wrote it. Sadly I decided that sending them such an awesome piece of literature probably isn’t the best way to get my money back, and on friends’ and family’s advice I ended up sending something much more tame. I’ll just have to save the torrents of abuse until after things are settled I guess.

Sometimes I could scream.

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

Anyone who was there will know.

Having just completed the monumental task of composing the post-trip group email, which took me approximately forever for one reason or another (actually that’s a complete lie – my eyes aren’t working properly due to my current hangover), I am now free to ramble on to my heart’s content about the ins and outs of the recent trip to Meribel, yeeha.

The outward flight was a new experience for me – being that it was from Coventry airport. Coventry?? Airport? What? Actually I’d heard planes taking off from their plenty of times when I used to play golf up at Coventry Golf Club (very rah, darling) – transpires that it’s a big shed type thing in the middle of an industrial estate, with a runway attached! Excellent. Anyways had to be there at stupid o’clock in the morning, it was -3 degrees I think, and the door wouldn’t shut properly. They slapped me with a �15 charge for carrying my snowboard, which I was apparently supposed to have pre-booked carriage for. Yeah whatever. In fact they tried to charge me �30, until I pointed out I was only travelling one way.. Thomson fly can lick my balls.

On arrival at Lyon the French baggage handlers tried to pull a fast one on us by advertising our luggage at one carousel (temporarily), then sneakily dumping it all in the corner of an adjacent, cavernous baggage hall. Sneaky sneaky, sir. The guy with a clipboard (therefore making him obviously important) even directed us the wrong way, denying that our baggage was involved in the absolute mel�e that was unfolding in said cavernous baggage hall. Lol. Upon ignoring him I eventually discovered my case & board bag in a far corner, and set off to find a skiworld rep for my transfer hookup.

On discovering who I was (don’t you know who I am?), Andy, Meribel skiworld rep, directed me to Tim’s bus. It was a fucking hike, especially because of the foot of fresh snow on the ground. Unfortunately, whilst Lyon had been dumped on, the snow had somehow managed to avoid the ski area entirely. Excrement. We were in for an incredibly long wait on the transfer bus, because it seemed the Lyon baggage handlers weren’t content with their earlier mischief and decided that they were going to take all the baggage from the skiworld flights to the wrong terminal. The awesomeness of baggage handlers. Hence me & Tim got a good chinwag in, but this also meant that 4 hours passed between the time I left the terminal and when we eventually set off for resort. 4 hours. To make things more interesting, the French bus driver announced he didn’t have room to take me so I had to travel on Andy’s coach instead, yet turns out there were 4 free seats. Cheers for that mate :)

On arrival in resort I spent numerous hours sitting around in La Taverne waiting for Daz to arrive and Tim to finish his errands. Little did I know that Daz bus decided to skip Meribel completely and went straight up to Mottaret. By the time I called to find out what was taking so long I’d already been sitting around for about 3 hours! Still, we made it to curry night eventually, then waited for a long while in various bars for the others to show up, to no avail…. And so began the title of Leeds softporn..

Goddamn it’s been so long since we went now that I’ve forgotten pretty much all the other details :D

First day we set out sans Dazzler, who was allegedly looking for a job. He quickly realised that this was an unrealistic proposition and instead started pissing it up the wall along with the rest of us. Daz actually managed to stay in resort for a grand total of 5 weeks – a testament to the IML way, and a role model for us all.
Stuck in VT

Pub crawl
Pub quiz
Saint Martin
Chris b’day
Trippy train