Shortly after that happened, I found myself at a tech-conferance-adjacent soire (financed by, in El Reg's parlance, Chipzilla, open bar natch) with several Reg hacks and Magee hisself. Despite the parting of ways, all seemed to be getting along famously.

Mike handed me his business card, with the Inquirer imprint. I examined it carefully, looked at him gravely, and intoned "but you've misspelled 'Register'".

He looked back at me quite chagrined.

Great guy, and an amazing history. Godspeed Mad Mike!