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Ed, I was at a Kodak place with all the latest technology. Mine was fine, accepted by the P Office, but 2 photos now of SWMBO not accepted. I have contacted a local studio which took my 70th birthday pic’s of the whole family, they do it every Monday, just one day when they do passport photos only. Unfortunately I am going into Castle Hill Hospital (near Hull) tomorrow and having a procedure to check out my pancreas on Monday, so SWMBO will have to wait if a family member cannot take her.
The effect of all this upon my peace of mind from the Distaff side, is frankly unbearable.?? I am ready for a night in a quiet hospital ward.??
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I'm out.Well another try at another photo of my dear old lass and the same result, “too shiny, white areas.”
Better get her under a sunlamp I think. Or ask David Davis what he uses on his face.
We is fed up now.
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I'm out.Scotland 8 – England 43 women at 69 minutes and a classic quote on BBC:
” Danielle Waterman with more gas than a dairy herd on a lentil diet. ”
At half time the France men’s team struggling, only leading 11-7. Dai, Italia!
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I'm out.Richard that 3 litre would be the UK Ford iron lump. The fastback I drove, had the German V6: much lighter, a bit more BHP and better power to weight ratio. Made in Stuttgart and RHD even so, the saloon, estate and fastback 2.8 models had better steering, suspension, trim, interiors, ICE and paint. As a consequence, the Stuttgart cars were more comfortable and drove a lot better than the UK models. In Germany I had a Capri 3.1 RS, an uprated, rebored version of the same motor. I loved it and should have kept it, but someone made me an offer I could not refuse.
If I still had all the cars I ever owned, I would need a garage twice as big as Chris Evans’.
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I'm out.Here I go again, sailing off topic…
After leaving the Army and a relationship, the only pet I could have in the flat, was a cagebird. So, being me, I bought a monster cage and a male Cockatiel, dad christened him Joey after mam’s brother and his best mate. He began plucking out his chest feathers (Joey, not dad) and the advice I received was to get him a female companion. However, it was thought that Joey was too old to breed, so mam christened the hen bird Sally and told her she was very, very lucky to have the chance of pleasure without the pain of kids. ?? I fed them well with the best recommended pet shop stuff, until a workmate whose brother bred them in a huge aviary, told me to check out Chickweed: it’s nutritious and contains certain oils that they need, best of all, it grows as a weed anywhere. The little buggas were mad for it and thrived upon it, apparently it suits all cagebirds. Joey and my dad were big mates: Joey would land on his toes while dad was reading, run up his leg and body and sit on his head, hanging his beak down and squawking at him. He started pulling out his feathers again after dad died, but going to a new home and becoming a parent cured that. Sally took to mam, but wisely stayed away from her head.
I used to let them out for a fly around the flat, ensuring the doors and windows were shut. They loved that, made a heck of a racket and my parents loved it. Then one day I met the current Mrs Bob W and she phoned after our first short meeting whilst the birds were out and screaming. I had to take the phone into my bedroom (no mobiles then) and had to do some fast talk before she became convinced that she was not talking to a headcase. In the fullness of time, first dad and then mam passed away and I managed to con convince the lady to marry. As we were at work all day, I had to find my beautiful cockatiels a home: my workmates’ brother took them on and they settled in there well – so well, in fact, that they soon heard the flutter of tiny wings. I went back to see them and they both came to the wire to talk. I told Joey I was proud of the old bugga, but not to exert himself. One thing I learned was never again to have a cagebird unless I had the space for an aviary big enough to give them flight room.
So – chickweed is a no-cost bird food. Who’d a thought it?
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I'm out.My last car on leaving the Army in ’76 was a “Super-Viva” – the 1800 2 door. I had uprated it with a GM kit that was half a V8 set, obtained from a US Army mate. The Viva 1800, Magnum 1800/2300 and the “Droopsnoot” Firenzas all had a 4-pot derivative of a GM V8 engine. I upgraded the suspension and chucked a Holley carb into the mix. It was frightening on the Autobahn, changing lanes at anything over 180 Kmh was scary, it rocked and rolled for half a Km. I sold it back in the UK with 70K miles plus on the clock, the engine was just about blown. I later bought a Droopsnoot, but when I realised that civvy life was serious, I sold that to a bloke who wrote the car and himself of on the M1. He was blood tested and found to be well over the limit at an estimated 120 mph. I bought the last of 7 Capris I had owned and it turned out to be rotten.
Whilst rebuilding my life I bought a banger of a 2 door 1256 Viva estate, which was not as bad as I thought after paying only £125 for it. It was an ideal mechanics motor: low insurance, plenty of room in the back for tools. Not a car for transporting females though, which is why I bought one of next 3 Granadas – an ex-police 3 litre V6, then a 2.0, until my favourite Granny: a 2.8 V6 Fastback, which was lovely. Then I became a workshop foreman, the garage was mine to manage and completely mine at weekends, and I started buying Insurance write-offs to rebuild.
I have to laugh a little when I see one of the new “Viva’s”. They are far away from the first 1159 cc and 1256 cc basic family motors.
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I'm out.“There are reflections in your photo.” Spectacles? Best not to wear them as even ‘non-reflective’ lenses often cause issues. Jewellery is often the other problem area for females as the digital pic includes the upper quarter of the body.
No Ed, it was a shiny forehead! Missus usually has a good complexion, but since the HipOp and not going out, has become pale. Today we returned to the shop, got a free photo with a little make up on her dome and I now will apply again.
Steve I look forward to seeing you minus burkha, on BBC News, being held as a terrorist. ???
Can’t wait!
Freedom for the Liverpool One! I’ll start a protest movement.
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I'm out.Granddaughter has had a 55 plate Kia Picanto for almost 2 years now. 70K+ on the clock when bought, I think there must be at least another 30K on it now. She is a big girl with a big BF and big mates (aren’t they all now?) and the Kia is never still: it’s a work bus and BF family live about 35 miles away, plus she is always off somewhere like Lincoln, Sheffield or MancLand for rock concerts, shows, shopping and the like, with BF or a carfull of big mates. Last MOT was 2x tyres, centre exhaust, added a service. Under £80. IMO she is a better driver than her dad, but I would never say that of course. That’s because granddad taught her the basics on an old airfield, then I got her lessons with a good school. She failed Theory 4 times, passed road test first time.
Her first car was a Ka, I begged her not to buy it. It was £150, but came from a friend who lived on a farm and I had seen it parked always in the farmyard mud. 3 months’ MOT, I knew what it would be like. Sure enough, it failed MOT with a rotten floor and loads of other stuff. She listens to me now – (sometimes) – I spotted the Kia at a mate’s garage, knew the one previous owner, and advised her to buy it. The garage gave her £150 against the Ka, which was about £149.50 more than it was worth; tank was empty.
IMO those little Kia Picanto’s are good cars for new drivers. Low overheads, low maintenance, not enough power to get them into trouble. Although I own a Hyundai Tucson, I have driven an i10 (equivalent to a Picanto) on Motability road test and thought it not as good as the Picanto. The i10x actually felt dangerous: it’s a “small SUV” but it just felt top-heavy going around corners. I didn’t like it. Now they have something called the ‘Grand’ i10x, which is a larger version and may drive better.
Uprated engine, more gadgets, aircon, probably safer but the gadgets and aircon are why it now needs a 1.25 Litre engine. Why does the motor industry build a low-maintenance, low-cost, basic car, then “improve it” and add cost? They all do it.
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I'm out.Have to admit Nolan, it is fascinating and I would love to see it when finished. Could be a great tourist attraction for 10,000 years: “Be there when it ticks!” Or “Come and wind it!” Fast Food stalls, Gift shops, admittance fees. Probably have a new town grow up around it. That Jeff Bezos is one seriously wealthy and weird dude.
If it stays where it is and works for 10,000 years, what will future generations make of it? If the Yellowstone super – volcano doesn’t erupt and totally destroy most of America, that is. Or a choice of enemies does not nuke the States.
Blimey, I’m supposed to be an optimist! ???
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I'm out.Had that with my first C-Max – 2007, 2.0 Petrol auto, 145 bhp and the best Ford I ever drove except for my long-gone LHD Capri RS 3.1.
Learned a lesson: every time I park up, I turn the steering wheel straight ahead.
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I'm out.Ed is right, it is efficient: up to a point. I just did mine, based on a photo from a recognised shop, with a coded photo. Easy=peasy! Tried to apply for SWMBO. Same shop, coded pic’s taken at same time in same place, same position: photo refused as “There are reflections in your photo.” Now I have to take my missus back for another pic, which went down like a lead balloon until I promised her a hairdo on the same day. I think it may be that her face is pale because we are not getting out as much, whilst she recovers from the HipOp.
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I'm out.Chris you will have Steve criticising your spelling!?
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I'm out.Unfortunate as always for the staff who might suffer redundancy, or just Administration lay-offs and have to wait for the government payouts. I could always get good info and advice from the staff at Grimsby Maplins. The insult is that Currys/PCW are next door to them. Less expensive for the same items, but if a customer with no tech-savvy goes into PCW, their eyes light up and the customer is liable to leave with an expensive, over-spec’d product that they don’t really need. I was once quietly told in Maplins, “There is a less expensive one over here, does the same job.” A cable.
Unfortunate for the staff as I say, but there may be a ‘Fire Sale’ soon. It’s a very ill wind, etc…
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I'm out.Bask in your anonymity! It’s not cute, it’s life!
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I'm out.What a shame, one of the few places with knowledgeable, tech-savvy staff. has not moved with the times I think. Prices are uncompetitive IMO.
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I'm out.Our Surgery dispensary is the worst-organised place I know. I have to collect my Stoma pouch stuff from there and they have missed ordering them EIGHT times since I had the stoma. And it is the dispensary’s fault: they tried blaming the company providing them, but I got their phone number, did some detective work and found out who was really at fault. It took an official NHS Complaint before they began to get their act together. The only decent member of staff is the “Assistant Head” of dispensary, but she is not there every day, she has left a note to say that all our prescriptions will be handled by her. Why a staff of 6 needs a Head and an Assistant Head, is a mystery.
Richard I have one bank and it is 2½ miles away in Louth. TSB Louth is great for us: the branch manager is one of the cashiers when it gets busy and he addresses us by name now.
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I'm out.Richard we have 3 Pharmacies in Louth (and 3 Surgery dispensaries) two delivery services. It’s a Georgian market town and very resistant to the 21st century. In fact. some of it struggles to get out of the 19th! But we get to know every shop and every assistant. Such as our Co Op pharmacy friend: the 3 assistants and 2 professional Pharmacists all know our names and addresses.
It’s a lovely town with great people, a close community. A couple of years ago, some Grimsby barmpots on a motorbike tried to rob a local jewellers. By the time they came out with some stuff, the bike had been trashed by locals and they were on foot. One of them was held down to wait for the Police. The other had a baseball bat and a knife, was tracked all over town by locals telling the Police where he was, on mobiles. The Police helicopter tracked him and he was caught. That was all over local papers including Grimsby: in the Grimsby Telegraph the Mayor of Louth spoke a piece saying ‘If you come here to rob in Louth, the locals will stop you. Stay in Grimsby.’
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I'm out.Steve, don’t worry about the Motability “Rules”. Has the Duchess got Motability/PIP as “Permanent”? Check the paperwork. Nobody has ever checked me and I have been on Motability since 1995. PM Nolan (Planeman) for advice about PIP, he just got it. I think, once someone has been on it long enough, they forget about them and concentrate on stopping or delaying new applicants. The problems come if they call for a reassessment, and those were being done by people with no medical background or qualifications. That is being stopped now, the government took lots of flak over it. Their majority is wafer-thin as it is and there are more Benefits claimants in N.I. (per head) than this side of the Irish Sea.
Paddle-changing: I don’t see the need for it, for me. Every auto I have had since the first in ’95 has had a way to downshift into manual and they have got better with each car I took. The Tucson shift goes across to the right and I can drop down through 4 ‘manual’ gears. There are 7 Forward auto gears and I can watch the dash indicator go through them from D1 to D7, which is an Overdrive. D1 absolutely crawls along and is useful for driving following cars mad as I come up to traffic lights and roadworks. Though why they need to shoot up to lights and brake at the last minute, always puzzles me. Ther are several steep hills travelling around Lincolnshire, which everyone thinks is flat. Going up to the bypass from my village is a long, steep hill and I have got up to 90 before the top (just testing, wondered if it could make it ??) and often drop a gear coming down it.
Now if I could have whatever motor I wanted, this is it:
Probably the F-Pace Portfolio.
Then there’s its little brother, although it’s probably an expanded Mondeo (same group) : –
Probably the SE. Won’t get that on Motability. Which reminds me: haven’t done this week’s Lottery. I’m off.
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I'm out.I remember the Prospect from much earlier: 1962/3 as a Junior Deckhand, calling in at West India Dock and sailing for the Ellerman Wilson Line from Hull. Stepney was a favourite watering hole, lovely ‘proper Cockney’ girls. but could hardly understand them at first and they struggled with my Nottinghamshire coalfield accent: “Eyup Miduck, a’ yer alreight?”
One time, I got lost away from my normal route, asked two girls where I was – “Mi’waw, mate!” – “Wheer’s that, duck?” “Mi’waw, ennit! A’ Yer from ap Norff?”
I established that the very attractive young lady was saying “Millwall” and was asking if I was from the North of England. Eventually, over a coffee at her bedsit….
Happy days!???
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I'm out.I would be OK with a Pharmacists’ siggy, as SWMBO and I socialise with our good friends the local Co Op pharmacist and her husband, known them 18 years now.
We don’t get any discounts though, but our prescriptions are sent to the door through their delivery service and she phones first to make sure we are in.
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