In 2013, before this blog transformed into Ronnie’s Blog, I wrote about the service I received at a computer repair shop in Bournemouth, called PC Time, which I highly recommended.

I recently had a problem with a desktop computer that had taken a hard knock. Difficulties with the computer did not actually occur until a few days later when I could not get a display on the monitor. The problem was owing to the graphics card (also called a Video Card) being damaged, so I paid a visit to PC Time again.

When I entered the shop in Charminster, the gentleman behind the counter was very patiently explaining to a customer why it was not practical to try to repair her laptop, as she really needed a new one. They do not sell computers at PC Time, but he told the lady if she purchased a new laptop he would transfer all the data from the old one onto the new one for her. The polite advice he gave was not only in the lady’s best interest, but it also demonstrated his honesty.

When I explained the problem with my computer, he then got it to work alright using another existing card in the computer. I had already tried that, but I was unsuccessful. He explained to me the reason it did not work for me.

Although my computer was again working, I asked him to upgrade it with a new graphics card and more RAM memory. I was very pleased with the total price that it cost and I had it home a short time later running better than before it was damaged.

So for anyone who lives in the Bournemouth area that needs any computer repairs done, I have no hesitation in recommending a visit to PC Time.

Ridin’ down the highway
Goin’ to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin’ rock ‘n’ roll
Gettin’ robbed
Gettin’ stoned
Gettin’ beat up
Broken boned
Gettin’ had
Gettin’ took
I tell you folks
It’s harder than it looks

It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ roll
If you think it’s easy doin’ one night stands
Try playin’ in a rock roll band
It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ roll

Hotel motel
Make you want to cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin’ old
Gettin’ grey
Gettin’ ripped off
Gettin’ sold
Second hand
That’s how it goes
Playin’ in a band

It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ roll
If you want to be a star of stage and screen
Look out it’s rough and mean

It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ roll
But it’s a long way
It’s a long way, (you should’ve told me)
It’s a long way, such a long way



Main March Route

Assemble 12pm Gower Street (North Side) – nearest stations: Euston, Euston Square, Warren Street
March: Bloomsbury Street – Shaftesbury Avenue – Charring Cross Road – Whitehall / Downing Street

There will be a short march route for disabled people or those who don’t feel they can manage the whole route.


12pm – 1pm: Assemble & speeches
1pm: March leaves off
2pm: March reaches end point
2:15 – 3:30: Speeches
4pm: Disperse


A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry!
And I’ll give thee a silver pound
To row us o’er the ferry!”–

“Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy weather?”
“O, I’m the chief of Ulva’s isle,
And this, Lord Ullin’s daughter.–

“And fast before her father’s men
Three days we’ve fled together,
For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather.

“His horsemen hard behind us ride;
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?”–

Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,–
“I’ll go, my chief–I’m ready:–
It is not for your silver bright;
But for your winsome lady:

“And by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;
So, though the waves are raging white,
I’ll row you o’er the ferry.”–

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armèd men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.–

“O haste thee, haste!” the lady cries,
“Though tempests round us gather;
I’ll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father.”–

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,–
When, O! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather’d o’er her.

And still they row’d amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing:
Lord Ullin reach’d that fatal shore,–
His wrath was changed to wailing.

For, sore dismay’d through storm and shade,
His child he did discover:–
One lovely hand she stretch’d for aid,
And one was round her lover.

“Come back! come back!” he cried in grief
“Across this stormy water:
And I’ll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter!–O my daughter!”

‘Twas vain: the loud waves lash’d the shore,
Return or aid preventing:
The waters wild went o’er his child,
And he was left lamenting.

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