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Thanks for those interesting and informative links Ed. I have to admit that prints can indeed be faked, but whoever decides to do so with criminal intent only needs to pick up on both your links in order to do so, then spend time and significant expense to make it work. There would have to be the intention and means, to steal devices in numbers and carry out the work on as many as possible, in order for a profit to be made. The information is out there, which is worrying. Meanwhile, I found this from the Defence Ministry:
I would wager that the ‘baddies’ are already aware of the “innovative chemical” and will work to counteract its application. I am irritated by the incorrect terminology applied to the image of a cartridge case, which is billed as “..a bullet.” Even “a bullet” is incorrect: the whole item, before being fired from a weapon, is correctly named a Bulleted Round. The expelled ‘bullet’ is properly called just that: an expended round. Most actors and/or authors on TV dramas, in most movies and books that I have watched or read, ever applies the correct terminology. Even some ex-military authors are guilty of this. Surprisingly, (or not?) many American authors do get it right. Maybe an irrelevant rant to some, but to work within a military background is to become a little OCD about the terminology.
Richard I read about the fantasist “Nick” and followed the story from beginnings, concerning those who turned out to be the real victims: Sir Edward Heath; Field Marshall Lord Bramall; Lord Brittan and Tory politician, Harvey Proctor. I have no personal knowledge of any of these people except Lord Bramhall, whom I met briefly during Army service and whose record as a soldier, a man and a commander, is exemplary. That someone such as the convicted paedophile “Nick” should be allowed by the Met Police to facilitate an intrusive investigation upon the head of such a man, is beyond me. That the CPS was prepred to support the Met in even considering a prosecution, is almost unbelievably crass. That “Nick” continues to remain anonymous by law, is equally dumb and contrary to public expectation. He should be named and shamed.
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I'm out.Sorry I haven’t responded to this before. I cannot contribute anything, as I am involved with a Homeless charity here in Lincolnshire, but I do really appreciate what you guys are doing in your own community. Most people living comfortable home lives do not appreciate what life is like for those with nothing, not even a roof. If they manage to find a shelter, they are moved on by the police, two local officers having told me that they sincerely hate that part of their job. However, they say, there is always a ‘concerned citizen‘ ready to phone their station and report some poor person trying to sleep in a doorway.
I got involved with the local charity by speaking to a guy I first met when I moved over here. He is the successful owner of a large vehicle bodyshop who had a serious accident and was unable to direct the business for a while. Wandering around town, he met two homeless people and got talking to them. He resumed running the business, but never forgot those two guys, started to involve others in the local community. He badgered local shops and supermarkets for food and clothing, blankets, and medical supplies. Then he suckered involved myself as one of those taking stuff to people all over East Lyndsey: Louth, Horncastle, Grimsby, Cleethorpes, Mablethorpe and Skegness. I was most shocked by the number in Louth and Mablethorpe, which is well outside of the average in larger towns.
You would expect that places like Grimsby would be dangerous at night: not so, we are well protected by the Homeless themselves. I am always really chuffed when one or more of the affected people make it back into life again, and it does happen: they just need someone to believe in them and the knowledge that they are not ignored is, they tell me, the biggest boost. There is no website for our efforts, we are just a bunch of locals who want to help. There was a time in my life when I could have been on the streets myself.
I respect your own efforts to help, Nolan.
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I'm out.Ed, may I point out that the “Police Science” link you referred to, is from 1937? In the link I gave from 2015, this was stated:
” Anything that could lift a fingerprint from a surface without destroying it, like tape, would make it impossible to deposit onto another surface as it would be basically permanently bound to the tape. ”
I also suspect that the nature and effect of skin oils in regard to fingerprints, were not taken into account in 1937.
I think that we are all agreed that the trend for defence lawyers in criminal cases today, is beoming more and more directed towards discrediting evidence, by any means possible. At the same time, the CPS organisation is in a cleft stick situation. Damned if they go forward with a prosecution on police advice and information which is later discredited at great cost to the taxpayer. Or damned if they refuse to prosecute, on the grounds that it would not be possible to hold an expensive trial procedure and obtain a successful prosecution.
The CPS and often the police officers involved, are then subject to misguided, often innacurate media pressure, combined with understandable grievances from alleged victims, their relatives and friends. Onto the bandwagon, jump various, often left wing bodies with axes to grind.
They call it Justice and it is blind. Often also deaf and unable to give voice to the truth.
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I'm out.Richard I appreciate the meaning behind Dwynne’s words:
” But then if they depicted it as per real life, it would be soooooo b****y boring!! ”
I suspect he can cofirm what I have been told by several police officer friends* – that police work, as soldiering, is a combination of 90% (or more) routine, boring work that is about as exciting as listening to a Rees-Mogg speech. Occasionally broken by 10% (or less) of absolute, adrenalin-producing, feverish physical activity.
*One of whom was a serving soldier in a unit alongside myself for 3 years. After an incident during the Miners’ Strike in the local Welfare, I was a witness to extreme violence against a miner in his 60’s, by two much younger strikers. Imagine my surprise at being picked up for Court by the Sergeant who had been a Corporal in my crew. (He retired as a C.I some years ago and we remain friends.) We three witnesses were given a Police escort, after death treats from certain strikers. When the strike had been over for some time, we three faced down the five threatening parties, in front of the whole Miners’ Welfare. They left the building.
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I'm out.StevieP that is a good description of a semi auto in operation and what would have happened to such a weapon in those circumstances. Yes I have used a 9mm SMG, what a horrible POS that weapon was. Not always deadly to the enemy, but possibly so to anyone not safely behind the one firing it. The weapons instructor’s action in smacking the butt on the ground, was an “unofficial” piece of advice given to all such instructors who had to teach the operation of the SMG. Not sanctioned by any official small arms manual, but remembered clearly by all who experienced it, which was the point of course. Derived from the WWII .45″ calibre Sten Gun, which was regarded as equally unreliable.
I also used a 9mm Browning, which was a very good weapon. Based upon the 1911 Colt Browning, a tried and tested auto pistol which, I believe, may still be used in the British Army. Reliable, easily stripped and cleaned, I attended classes in using it at what was once the Small Arms School. Best way to use it (and other auto pistols) is to wrap the web of thumb, index finger and palm of the firing hand around it, then secure the grip by pressing down on one’s thigh. This makes a big difference in grip: it becomes an extension of one’s hand. Point at the target as if the barrel is the index finger and it becomes second nature.
Back to the Topic: Silent Witless.? I laughed at the armed officers working through the woods, supposedly looking for an armed suspect. They were grouped together far too tightly, on the path. I don’t know about training of armed police officers, but a British Army force would have been moving through the trees and “pepper-potting”; one advances, one covers, either side of the path, advancing and covering alternately, using the trees as cover. Walking down a path together, not spread apart, is just asking for the whole group to be blown away. Especially considering that the armed suspect was known to have an automatic weapon. Age, gender and experience of said suspect was irrelevant: all one has to know is how to arm the weapon by cocking it, release the safety catch, point at the group and hold down the trigger. Oh well, departures from reality are what TV relies on. Those of us with experience of a different reality, have a headfull of krap which will never go away.
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I'm out.It’s worth remembering that genuine Paypal emails will always address you by name eg Dear Jo Bloggs. Scams usually start with Dear Paypal User, Dear Customer, etc.
Good point Jukebox, I should have included that.
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I'm out.One scenario in crime shows, is the transference of fingerprints from one surface to another, in order to leave false ‘evidence’ and implicate an innocent person. Garbage! –
Steve, I was REME remember. We had to carry out the equivalent of up to 16 weeks of infantry training, within 6 weeks. That’s everything: weapons handling and ranges, drill, fieldcraft, BS, more drill, more weapon handling, more BS,more Ranges, more fieldcraft. By the time we got to Passing Out Parade, we had almost passed out several times. Average Platoon size was between 40 and 50, by the end of 6 weeks there might have been 60% left. The rest either went home to mummy, or were back-squadded. On my Para course with others from REME, Signals, RCT & RAOC* and other such Crap Hats, we had 6 weeks also, to do most of what takes regular Cherry Berets 28 weeks. I was absolutely knackered for the whole course, and half deaf from being screamed at: “GO HOME LITTLE CRAPHAT, YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT!” If I had not been a runner, at least half as fit as the Regulars and bloody-minded, I would never have made it. A couple of weeks after the course, I competed in Southern Command cross country and blew away the field. I was one fit little bugga in those days!?
Plus we had to carry a bloody great SLR about, with proper mag’s full of properly weighty 7.62mm rounds! ??
*Now Royal logistics Corps I believe?
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I'm out.As an aside to the above. The small hospital is situated on a 30 mph road that runs through a village with a church and school at its southern boundary, about 100 yards beyond the school the limit changes to the national limit for narrow roads. Anyway, after joining this road and about 600 yards along I was followed by a father and his kid as I stuck to the limit, boy did I wish I had a rearward facing camera as the git waved, jumped up and down and demanded that I speeded up, I did not. In fact I dropped down to 25 as I past the school shortly after chucking out time. Once free of the limit I speeded up to 50 ish along the winding road and the git then fell a couple of hundred yards behind. What an idiot.
That is exactly what I do Richard: slow right down. I also weave over to the middle of the road to stop them overtaking, as Steve does. Tailgaters are my personal hate, I could cheerfully shoot each one of them in the face. A few weeks ago I was taking my very large No.2 Gson home when one of thes idiots tailgated me. I saw roadworks and temporary lights in the distance, slowed right down and the barmpot behind looked as if he was having a coronary, waving his fist about. At the red light, GS got out and ambled over to the drivers door, barmpot opened his window and GS leaned in, shouted “WHAAAAATTT?” directly into his face. GS ambled back to the car, got in and we departed with the green light. Barmpot stayed a good few car lengths behind until he turned off. Result. Barmpot should have gone to Specsavers, GS fills the front passenger seat, clearly visible from behind the car.
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I'm out.Gson: “Don’t remember. No, not me, I didn’t do that.” (Sigh!)
Wish I had his bandwidth: 80 Mbps Download, 40 Up. Business account, from his work.
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I'm out.If we need to do our 3 weekly ‘Big Shop’ we can either go to Morrisons at Laceby (near Cleethorpes) or Tesco Cleethorpes, which is a misnomer as it is actually in Humberstone, nearer to Grimsby. There is little to choose on distance: Humberstone is less in distance, Laceby is a country drive and is much quicker on time, due to less traffic. We prefer Morrisons: what we buy from there is always cheaper in total and they have several items that Tesco do not stock, including Cross & Blackwell beef & chunky vegetable and pea & hamhock soups, which totally outclass any Heinz soups.
Tip here for a tasty soup snack for one: take one of those small Heinz tins of tomato soup, grate some mature cheddar, start heating the soup in a pan until it gets warm, then gradually add the cheese, stirring it in until hot. If you like Pizza or cheese & tomato, you will love it. The soup has to be just hot enough to melt the cheese.
There is no charge at either superstore for parking. I have ordered from Tesco Direct before and usually collected personally, but have had a few items delivered. Screwfix and Argos, we use a lot as a family. The Louth Argos is small, but items can be delivered next day from Grimsby or Lincoln stores. Both Argos and Screwfix have my mobile and I get a text with the item code, then show at the till, either paying for it online or when collecting. Never had a problem at either store, which is more than I can say for some online stores. My daughter is a shoe fanatic: not kidding, she has absolutely dozens of shoes and not a few handbags. This makes me laugh, as her partner gets most of his clothes from charity shops, yet always looks smart. She bullied him last week into ordering a new pair of fancy shoes* and told him to send them to our address, as they are all out at work all day. He forgot that bit and they had a card through the door “Sorry you were not in, etc.” She emailed them and told them to send the parcel here, but it never turned up. Meanwhile another parcel arrived here that DD had ordered herself. (Handbag) so I drove down to their house (I have a key) and delivered that one, to find another card in the door “Sorry you were not in, etc.” Texted DD, who was by now quite angry, (that is an understatement – she is fiery.) and texted a SHOUT at the company. Next day the shoes arrived here, I texted her and she came to collect the parcel, unpacked it. They were the wrong colour and wrong size. I took several steps back and made her a cuppa.
Online stores. Good, in parts.
*Poor lad had committed some cardinal sin or other, in not carrying out some household task, then dropping an ornament. She is so like her mum!
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I'm out.” I really want to know if the timing of this scam was just unlucky or did they know ? ”
I don’t think you will ever find out which, WoF, but you should forward the email to spoof@paypal.co.uk and they will take action. At one time I was receiving loads of these scams purporting to be from paypal, I forwarded each one to that address and received a thank you each time, not had a Paypal scam for ages. Two of the emails I forwarded were genuine, but did not ask for any details: Paypal told me that they were unbothered by this, at least I was keeping security in mind. Paypal will tell you that they will never request any financial, personal or ID details in any email they send.
https://www.paypal.com/uk/webapps/mpp/phishing
Check it out on their website above.
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I'm out.No WoF, thanks but not playing with the network & router again until the Bandwidth Thieves revisit. Maybe if BT’s from a different source visit, I will have comparisons to make. Have also just remembered that network engineer Gson set up the phones mentioned. Must ask him if he has made some esoteric additions to them, as he is wont to do that. Example: as he knows his mum is a complete technophobe, he sets her lappy to be used with only 3 “safe” networks. (Her workplace, Primary school where she teaches, his flat, her house) That is due to his bitter experience with mum’s use of devices.??
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I'm out.In view of the successes with our GS Richard, I have a great deal of sympathy for you and your wife. I can imagine the trials of your situation, having ourselves battled so long and seemingly not achieved any improvement. There were times when I held my daughter close and let her sob her heart out, and one unforgettable moment when we both wept together at a perceived lack of improvement in GS’ condition. How old is your daughter? Our GS is 24 now, but the real advance has only happened within the last two years, as he slowly began to get his working life together and learn to trust those he worked with as friends. I think it is a matter of time, plus that one factor that can happen: an activity, a success at doing something. I still see occasional lapses in our GS, as he retreats from a conversation with someone he either does not know, or has not known for long enough. But the one thing that worries me now is his Thyroid problem, which can make his heart race. He did try to take driving lessons, but his second instructor, a personal family friend, was good enough to contact me and say that he had no spatial awareness and would never be able to drive. The guy was good enough to refund the lessons money. That is actually a blessing, as GS walks to and from work now every day: 1½ miles each way. Exercise he would otherwise not have, as he is all “home and work”, which is why I have enlisted GS No. 2, to get him out at weekends.
I wish you the luck of a breakthrough with your daughter, Richard. You have enough problems with your health also.
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I'm out.SWMBO has stopped me commenting on certain programmes, SW included, on pain of painful strikes upon sensitive areas. That is due to the very episode that Richard talks about: I have been drawn to comment upon similar stuff in the past, but all the weapon handling errors Richard describes, sent me into laughter and pointing out the errors. SWMBO loves the programme, I can usually watch it uncritically, because I understand how far from reality it strays. It’s just entertainment I know, but you would think that the Beeb would be able to consult the kind of advisors who could steer them away from such stupidity. I really hated the last series, which diverged from reality so much that I could compare it with the ‘Big Brother’ nonsense. However, I thought that this series might not be so bad, until CIA and American Embassy lovers entered the picture.
I recall my entry into Army training and my first experience on the Ranges. We were all given strict guidelines to follow, which became second nature after experience. Then one recruit experienced a jammed rifle, stood up and turned round to the sergeant in charge , “Sergeant, me gun’s stopped!” He was rugby-tackled to the deck by the Corporal and experienced some very loud advice.
I tend not to watch programmes that SWMBO likes now, if I can help it. At least she does not watch any of the ‘Soaps’, which is a sign that her taste has not descended too far. The one thing that really does make me angry though, is hearing and seeing a TV programme described as a “Reality Show.” Say Whaaat? The shows invariably have nothing whatsoever to do with any reality that I am aware of. The programme I like atm, is “McMafia”, which is probably just as divorced from reality but at least is well acted and scripted. In view of what is happening to Wileyfox, I have a jaundiced view of Russians now anyway…
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I'm out.Many thanks for that link Ed. It does look like a road system that puts “Spaghetti Junction” in its place. I actually viewed the whole video from start to finish, very interesting. I feel we are on the cusp of some great events, just wish I could remain here to see it all happen. But then, I have always been a “Space Nut”, interested in what’s Out There since I was very young.
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I'm out.Those diagnosed in the last few years are getting more help I think, Ed. My GS attended a college which gave him a 1 to 1 form tutor who looked after him most of the day. When the college realised his aptitude with IT, they gave him and another lad one tutor for half a day, every day. This man was ex-industry, had just retired in his early fifties but wanted to ‘put something back’. He took both lads through CISCO, Microsoft and other qualifications, which meant that GS avoided Uni. He has a great job now and I do not believe that Uni would have been good for him: at that stage he was still unable to function well socially and I think he would have gone into his shell completely, surrounded by strangers. Getting into the world of work with a sympathetic company and a boss who values him, has drawn him out and he is now much improved, to the point at which he is making more and more life decisions for himself.
It has been rewarding and relieving, to see the work that his mum, my wife and I have put in over the years, bear fruit. We were very worried about his future for some time.
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I'm out.Oh Bugga!
As you all may know, both SWMBO and I have a WF phone. We also bought 12 yo gdaughter a Swift 2+ at Chrimbo. I read the “Register” report Ed, very informative. Had I known that the company was financed by a Russian bank, I would have sold mine and SWMBO’s phones and bought something else for GD. I have messaged the Beeb to ask why their ‘Tech News’ has not picked this up.
This is bad news for 3 family members, I hope a buyer is found soon and we are able to obtain system updates. Only a few weeks since I got my last update, SWMBO’s basic Spark not received that yet, maybe never will now.
Bloody Russians. I wonder how many more UK companies have taken Russian finance. I suspect this happened after the Cyanogen Mod fiasco. Would not be so depressing if the phones were krap, but they are actually very good. GD is very pleased with hers.
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I'm out.Bob, I’m not bothered either way, it would just explain a hell of a lot that has gone on in my past. I honestly don’t care what others (apart from friends and family) think about me. I am what I am. Nuts to anyone that can’t deal with that. I’ve always been that way, being heavily involved in skateboarding and BMX from well over 35 years ago before they were mainstream like now suited me down to the ground.
Nolan, the boldened text is very much my Gson, although it took us a long time to realise that he really did value friends and family. In fact the last two are combined in his case: his dyslexic 19 yo male cousin is his best mate. Once together, the rest of us may as well not be there. They talk about everything under the sun, and stuff not under the sun: they share a passion for SF, probably begun by me. They fit together well, GS No.2 has bags of confidence, is outgoing and is a huge lad. He looks up to No. 1 for his intellect and Tech knowledge. (although is fine with devices himself) No. 2 will look out for No.1 and they go to an “Airsoft” game together with No. 2’s mates. This is like Paintball, but with BB guns firing soft pellets. They love it. No.2 is actually bringing No. 1 into a Social environment. It is absolute magic to see them together and makes me proud of both. No.1 is a MENSA tested genius, No. 2 is dyslexic but has a very good vocabulary and is soon to become an Electrical engineer.
When No.1 was considering Uni, I took him to Birmingham and spoke to the head of what would be his college, told him about No. 1’s Aspergers. He laughed: “Most lecturers and tutors in this department are on the spectrum!”
I took the test and am ‘Borderline’ at 34.
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I'm out.Richard, our GS has these, first mistakenly diagnosed as ‘Panic attacks.’ Of course he panicked, the lad didn’t know what was happening to him:
“It can include such as thyroid issues, epilepsy or non epileptic seizures…” He doesn’t exactly have a seizure, but his heart races because his thyroid is overactive.
Nolan if you are diagnosed as an Aspergers sufferer, it is not the end of the world. You will have another condition to support PIP, for one thing. Just remember, every sufferer is different, with individual symptoms and traits. See it as our GS does:
“You always told us all (grandchildren) that we were individuals granddad. Well, I am more individual than you thought!”
Btw, my SWMBO has Thyroid problems, cured held at bay by a radiotherapy treatment.
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