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There are always two sides to every story – except this one, which is just a big billboard borked in all directions

The apocalypse may have started, but we'll always have artisanal bread... and BSODs

Bork!Bork!Bork! Welcome to another in The Register's occasional series on blue screens and broken dreams.

There are two sides to every BSOD. Sure, on the one hand there is Windows demonstrating all the stability of a drunk uncle at a favourite nephew's wedding. On the other is the trail of iffy practices that allowed the OS to get its knickers ever so twisty in the first place.

Alternatively, both sides may simply be purest BSOD Bork, as shown on this hulking double-sided display hanging from the ceiling of the departure concourse of Sydney Airport, snapped by a Register reader ahead of a flight to Australia's Hamilton Island.

Also known as the "Great Barrier Reef Airport," the Hamilton transport hub was open for business until the things took a downward turn in recent weeks.

A few brief days after this photo was taken, on 22 March, Hamilton Island Airport (and marina) began taking virus-related precautions and by 6 April had thrown in the towel; unless your trip is essential, you won't be paying the place a visit until 1 June.

A shame – it seems a nice enough resort; visited by Captain Cook in 1770 and most recently snapped up by Australian winemaker Bob Oatley.

"As a normally nervous flyer," said our reader, "you can imagine how reassured I felt when looking at the departure screen."

As for the BSOD itself, it's a mysterious one and the information needed to diagnose the thing is frustratingly off the screen (unless "JCDecaux" is Microsoftese for something, rather than the name of a company better known for slinging ads via its seemingly ubiquitous digital signage).

Certainly, this hack has seen the error more than once in the past, but that was mainly during an ill-advised overclocking attempt many years ago. We doubt anyone is going to be trying to play Crysis on the digital signage of Sydney Airport's terminal 2.

So perhaps a case of overheating on the ceiling or maybe a duff driver?

The sign can be found outside Brasserie Bread, an outlet specialising in "true artisan bread". Unlike several names at the airport, it appears to still be serving peckish flyers, demonstrating that even in these interesting times, artisanal dough prodding will endure. ®

 

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