...BREAKING NEWS...BREAKING NEWS...
Interest as of 18th January 2015:
51 interested parties
94 potential shirt orders
Due to popular demand, I have decided that I will consider another print run of Adminspotting T-Shirts.
If you are interested in purchasing T-Shirts, please email
firstname.lastname@example.org to let me know. Please quote quantity, prefered
colour (light grey or black) and size desired to help with my planning.
I will concentrate on sourcing black shirts, but if there's sufficient interest, I will enquire about light grey.
It seems enough people want shirts, but I still have to sort out a supplier whose quality with which I am happy,
and I think I would need to look at an initial order of 150-200 shirts to get the best price. I'll keep the top
of this page updated with the number of expressions of interest and potential T-shirt orders.
In the beginning...
In January 1997, while working as a Systems Administrator for the
of Wales, Aberystwyth, I came up with the idea of doing a spoof of the
monologue from the start of the film
Trainspotting, with the words
changed to have a BOFHish theme.
Knowing this, Bethany, my then grillfiend, bought me a copy of the
Trainspotting poster, and so on 28th January
1997, Adminspotting was born.
Post and be damned
From: email@example.com (Gary Barnes)
Date: 28 Jan 1997 14:49:18 -0000
Organization: Ripoffs R Us
Choose no life. Choose sysadminning. Choose no career. *****
Choose no family. Choose a fucking big computer, choose hard * *
disks the size of washing machines, old cars, CD ROM writers * A *
and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine * D *
and mental insurance. Choose fixed interest car loans. Choose * M *
a rented shoebox. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and * I *
matching combat boots. Choose a swivel chair for your office * N *
in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose NNTP and wondering why * S *
the fuck you're logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting * P *
in that chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web * O *
sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose * T *
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last on some * T *
miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to * I *
the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the * N *
computer-literate. * G *
Choose your future. * *
Choose sysadmining. *****
 It might fuck you up a little less than heroin.
/\./\ firstname.lastname@example.org (Gary "Wolf" Barnes)
( - - ) "Do not ask any lady to take wine, until you
\ " / see she has finished her fish or soup."
~~~ - Hints on Etiquette and the Usages of Society
Within a couple of weeks Jonathan H N Chin, with help from peeps on the
ASRLon mailing list, improved the wording somewhat, mainly by removing my
admining/sysadminning clumsiness, and offered it as a
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proved a major success, becoming the must-have item of clothing for
the Busy BOFH. The spoof was redistributed widely, even at one point
appearing in a sanitised version (whoever wrote that really missed the