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I agree with Ed on this one: the Rafale is a very good aircraft and would be tailor-made for a Rolls Royce engine. BAE to build it under licence and tell the Yanks to have the Flying Turkey at Thanksgiving. Dump the Trident and try to move the white elaphant carriers to some banana republic.
The government will of course not do that: bowing to US pressure is now the default option.
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I'm out.Thanks guys. Sorry about the tardy reply, check my upcoming Rant for the reasons why I have been without Internet since the afternoon of the 26th.
Steve, I agree, what a fast year that was! Sky was an experience I will not repeat, but without experiencing it for myself I would not have known. You live and learn! I wanted a DVD recorder to play all the discs I have collected, some series are not easy to obtain now, including the BBC series “Rome” which I return to now and again. If I can get these onto my NAS via the desktop, I can stream them and dump or store the discs.
BL, I have had to use the HDMI – with – Ethernet cable to connect the Humax, as the one in the box is not long enough. I had Freesat with the Humax for half a day, until Sky Bband went off. Tomorrow I connect it back up, but I did notice how good the EPG was: much better than Sky’s. Off now to put my experience of Sky and Plusnet in a Rant….
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I'm out.Ah yes Chris – now I understand. Took an Irish comedian/scientist with an IQ of around 3 zillion to make me comprehend the finer points, but I got there!
Although I prefer Tommy Tiernan, meself.
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I'm out.First learned to jive to “Ain’t That a Shame” Neighbour girl I grew up with across the street taught me in their massive kitchen, because she knew I wanted to impress her mate. I threw her mate all over the dance floor and she still went off with another bloke. ? Fortunately, someone else was watching and she was impressed! ??
I could really bop ‘n boogie, once upon a time…
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I'm out.Checked with Kaspersky, courtesy Alex Perekalin:
Kas are offering free Ransomeware protection for Business, if you use Kaspersky:
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I'm out.I confess to not being a Gamer, and I mean this question as honest enquiry, not insult.
But why cheat? I honestly do not see the point in cheating to achieve anything. Surely the point is to compete, do your best and win or lose using your own resources. This is happening throughout modern life, people doing anything to better their competitive activity, whatever it may be.
As I say, I do not mean it as an insult, just an honest question about something that frankly baffles me.
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I'm out.Brits are the best at being slightly mad. No other nation does it as well.
Definitely! Well, Glastobury is in Somerset. One of my German friends has a granddaughter who once went to the Festival. It was one of the muddy, horribly wet years. Apparently she returned and confirmed the family impression that the Brits are truly deranged: how can anyone enjoy themselves in such conditions? My mate Rolf says that he just smiled and said “Well as you know, I knew one of them very well when I was young, I don’t believe he will have become saner with age.” Danke, Rolf.
But at least the Brit in my link was doing it in SA: far away from any Brit PC do-gooders. Also far away from causing damage to any other Brit he might descend upon, but wildlife in the bush might get lucky….
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I'm out.If you like the music, doesn’t matter what it’s called, the music as you like it is what’s important.
I have always been a big Elvis fan and love most of his stuff, but almost all his films and the songs in them, were krap. I have not downloaded and recorded all of them to storage, just the ones I like. Look at the titles of some films: “Kissin’ Cousins” “Clambake” “Stay Way Joe” “Tickle Me”. I could go on, but generally, the dafter the film title, the worse the songs were. Plots written by a drunken “C” film screenplay author.
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I'm out.Try the link Lee, it lets you catalogue your records and shows you the price they are fetching. https://www.discogs.com
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I'm out.We use contactless at Morrisons for the weekly shop, by dividing groceries into ‘lots’ under £30 in the trolley, as I go. That way we can benefit from the TSB cashback, which accumulates a decent sum every month. I use it for fuel as well, anything and everything I can think of. That’s why I echo Alan Wood‘s quote:
” Wish the spending limit was higher though. ”
I have the kind of brain which does not ever forget numbers, so I can recall my PIN’s easily. Phone numbers, all kinds of numbers. Unfortunately it does not work with names and words, so I am often reduced to saying “Hello… er … how are you?” to people I have not met for a while. Sometimes with people I have not met since yesterday! My SWMBO stopped me calling her “Thingy” as a joke some time ago, as she feared that I would forget her real name. As if …
Dave, I remember cider, at least I think so. My dear old Romany gran made it herself. Born somewhere in the Devon countryside, in a horse-drawn Romany van, she would collect windfalls from local Staffordshire and Cheshire orchards, near my grandparent’s cottage on the county borders. The result was liquid TNT and I was never allowed more than a sip as a child. Even later, she would allow no family member more than half a pint.
When I was a Merchant Navy trainee at Sharpness, near Berkeley, I sampled a couple of pints of scrumpy in a local hostelry. We 3 mates were 16 and were advised to drink it carefully without shaking it and leave an inch of sediment in the glass, to be decanted into a huge, very healthy plant in the corner. I have no real recollection of arriving back at the Vindicatrix Training Ship that Sunday, and was very ill for most of that day, treated the stuff with respect and moderation ever since. I also witnessed the Severn Bore whilst there: once seen, a sight never forgotten. Also not forgotten are the words of a local: “Beer is beer me dear, but coider is a drink!”
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I'm out.We have been lucky again in my area, all we had was strong winds, nothing like the West and South experienced. Plenty of rain, but not really heavy. Raining slightly now, but very cold. If the rain stops I want my daily walks.
Nolan I absolutely hate tailgaters, there was one in our village who drives an old Golf GTi Mk.1. Not a young lad either, in his sixties. Last time he did that to me, I just did my usual, kept going slower and slower, let him overtake and followed him home, got out behind him. “Why do you tailgate every car in front of you? Are you trying to write off your motor? It’s a shed anyway, untidy and ugly, just like you!” All in the hearing of several neighbours, all laughing at him. His retort was the usual obscene advice to go away, to which I replied “And that’s your standard of intelligent conversation is it? Your vocabulary is like your driving: not fit for purpose!” More neighbour laughter.
He doesn’t live here anymore.
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I'm out.JB:
” I can’t take Codeine ”
That’s my SWMBO’s problem: she can take nothing more than Paracetamol. Codeine doesn’t work, actually makes things worse. She was once given Co-Codamol, the result was literally a knockout: she was in a daze most of the time. Her GP and consultant found out years ago that she is totally susceptible to any strong pain killers, they just knock her out. I cannot teach her meditation, because she is resistant to allowing her mind to clear. That is one of the reasons why she also sleeps poorly, she cannot relax and has to worry about something all the time. We are opposites in one way, as I am the eternal optimist and she is the glass half-empty type of worrier. Our daughter is like mum, son is like me only more so: most laid back guy you could meet. So is daughter’s partner, which makes family parties interesting!
Living with pain, I find easier with meditation. Learning to meditate was a milestone in my life, I was just beginning to use it properly when I had bad injuries – fractured skull, cracked and/or broken ribs, broken legs. I had a long time on my back to teach myself how to do it properly, and it is mostly about teaching your own brain and body. I know I go on about it, but it literally changed my life.
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I'm out.I was the original card-resistant Senior, but rarely use cash for anything now. Within the last few months, all the little and the larger shops in Louth have suddenly gone contactless. Only the Market stalls need cash and there are 3 ATM’s in the Cornmarket itself. It’s progress and I like the ease it brings to shopping, which is an activity I hate with a passion. Fortunately there are not many “Chain” shops in Louth, but there are more places to eat in such a small space. It has become a Food Town: every kind of eating establishment you can name – Indian, Thai, Spanish, Coffee Houses, Tex-Mex even. And plenty of basic English food choices, which is great for me.
I have a habit of jingling pocket change, which drives wife and daughter mad.
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I'm out.That looks like a big tidal surge Nolan, did it get worse?
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I'm out.Can’t take any anti-inflammatory drugs, I get stomach ulcers, even with aspirin. I’ve posted before about meditation, it works for me, although I was first taught it by an Army mate from HK and have been doing it so long, it’s almost second nature. Victor Lim was a Taoist Buddhist, which is distinct and very different from Indian, Hindu Buddhism. I would recommend anyone to try to learn the techniques, but from a good teacher, find one here: http://tinyurl.com/y9vm3j9z Vic taught a lot of squaddies how to meditate.
There are online courses, but they are useless, a good teacher will show you how to teach your own mind. It’s not BS, you have to go into it with an open mind and persevere. If you try it with a cynical attitude, you will get nowhere. You don’t have to go the whole Taoist route, simple meditation and learning Tai Chi is enough.
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I'm out.Took me 15 years of the wrong treatment John: when I lived in Notts all the big hospitals there said it was that old chestnut, a slipped disc. They treated me with traction and I could sometimes not get off the trolley. Got here to little Louth hospital and they sent me to Sheffield, where a spinal neurologist gave me all the scans and found a vertebra that had been broken for years, and was breaking into tiny pieces, cutting into nerves and first causing agonising pain, then paralysing me. Operated, made a vertebra out of the broken bits and carbon fibre. I can walk (sort of) and my left side is weak and gives way, but I am on my legs with a good elbow crutch. This consultant said that traction was the worst thing they could give me: it stretched my spine, then it came back together and more bits broke off.
You might need a spinal neurologist, see if they can find you one. My guy works out of Sheffield Royaland is named Jelinek, which is a bit of a joke as the vertebra was no. 4 at the top and they went in through my neck. Just under 10 hours on the table I was altogether, they had to separate all the main nerves and reconnect after the repair. I tell my SWMBO that I am now correctly wired-up, but I don’t think she believes it!
Good luck John, keep pushing the buggas. My SWMBO has been waiting for a new hip for months. those who paid the most into the NHS over the years, now getting the least out.
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I'm out.Been there a few times over the years Lee. Pies and hot drinks not bad, as I remember. Football joke, courtesy of Billy Connolly:
At a Celtic-Rangers match, a drunken little Celtic supporter wanders into wrong end by mistake, finds himself surrounded by Rangers fans. After 19 minutes, Celtic score and he hears the fans around him growling, then one says “YOU! Fetch me a Bovril!” “OK!” he says.
“But first, gi’ us yer shoes, so ye come back.” He gives him his shoes, gets back. “Here ye are!” – gives him his shoes, giggling. There is human krap in his left shoe. “Wear it or I’ll KILL ye!” So he puts the shoe on. Celtic score again and another supporter asks him to fetch a Bovril, “But gi’ us yer OTHER shoe!”
He does as he is told, comes back just as Celtic score again, finds his right shoe full of the brown and smelly. “Wear it and F**** OFF!” So he wanders out of the ground. On the way home, he is stopped by a TV crew and interviewed.
“Sir, do you think football violence will ever end in Glasgow?” He looks at the interviewer with a pained expression and says “It will NEVER, EVER end! No’ as lang as they are S******g in oor shoes and we are P*****g in their Bovril!”
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I'm out.Once again we seem to be missing the worst of it, which is forecast to go up through Ireland, west of England and Scotland, and down through the SE of England. East Lindsey appears to have its own climate once again.
I’m not complaining, mind! Atm, sun is shining but light showers keep coming now and again. Wind is very light: looking out of my window, the big old Willow across the Close is hardly moving. I just wonder what the winter months have in store for us.
Lee: Bradford play Charlton at home tomorrow, 3 pm. Man U away to Huddersfield, same time.
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I'm out.Happy birthday John!
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I'm out.I managed to blag a Canadian Army parka whilst on Langlauf (cross-country skiing) with Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry in Bavaria. I know, a real mouthfull: we used to call them Pat’s Girls (from a distance, big guys!) This was from a Canuck with the same name as me and we worked out that our ancestors came from the same area of Wales. Although we worked that out over Bavarian beer and schnapps chasers, so memory is a bit hazy…
Followed that up by blagging a Norwegian Army sleeping bag, just like you say: ” Super warm, weighed nothing, and could fit in its own pocket ” both these items served me well, the kit we got was absolutely useless, would not keep a penguin warm. I even had to buy my own skis: those the Army gave me were ancient, eventually broke and I was supposed to wait for the MOD to find another pair. So I bought a pair recommended by a Norwegian squaddie, funded by a poker win from his lagkamerats. Scandinavians cannot drink alcohol and play cards, I discovered. I was outfitted for Winter Warfare by 2 NATO nations! When I left Germany, I knew I was on my last year in the Army, so I had an auction of all that kit and some other stuff I had “accumulated” over the years, fetched a good sum.
I’m a bit strange with heat and cold: after a couple of weeks of acclimatisation, I am OK with both, although I prefer hot. Problem with heat is not my body, but the stoma pouch, which blows up like a balloon. I don’t ever remember being sunburned, I just go a darker reddish-brown. My dad and eldest bro were the same, but middle bro was ginger like our mam and burned easily. When I was 16 and 17 as a seaman on Mediterranean runs, I would lie on a hatch reading off duty, in the nuddy. Once fell asleep and woke to guys laughing: a cruise liner passing, with all the passengers gawking at my bod. I like to entertain people…
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