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Steve, my missus is just as disinterested as yours in GOT, must be a female thing, don’t know why as there are so many powerful women in it. I watched on Sky, glad I got the Box Sets deal now.
I think it set the scene for some great storylines to come. John Snow seems to be growing into being “King In The North” having put Sansa in her place. Wonder when Uncle Benjen will appear again. I watched Ep’s 1 to 6 all out of order, in fact I watched them all again, in order this time, whilst waiting for 7. So it all made sense, eventually.
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I'm out.An alcoholic Ulster Mick aerial fitter on the roofs of a North Wales village! Lolz, couldn’t make it up, Steve.
Must be a TV comedy series in there somewhere…??
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I'm out.Forgot about Tyrion Lannister. IMO, best actor in the show, certainly very human and very believable. Some of the rest are a bit wooden. If he kicks the booze, 14-1. Otherwise. 50-1.
Despite being ‘vertically challenged’, when he is onscreen, he seems to fill it.
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I'm out.jaycee, that reminds me of the time we had our first digital TV antenna fitted, by a guy in the village who has now moved to a commercial business, setting up systems for businesses and blocks of housing.
Our village is below the Wolds, has poor TV and NO mobile coverage. He climbed a ladder at the side of our bungalow with a long scaffold pole to which he had attached the antenna and a signal meter. He kept raising and raising the pole while checking the meter, thought he was going to fall off the ladder! When he came down, he said the tree over the road was blocking the signal, gave us a letter for the landlord. In those days, the landlord was still a local East Lindsey Trust, and they took down the tree, after consulting the Environment Agency and other government faces. We wound up with an antenna pole about 12 feet high, all the other homes followed suit in order to get a decent signal. He was paid well for this all over the village, which I believe set up the commercial side of his business. A neighbour asked him to repair her antenna last month: he gave her the number of a one-man band, who fitted a new one for less than the first guy charged, a good few years ago.
Our village has tall TV antennas on the roofs, and people wandering around with phones to their ears, trying to get a mobile signal.???
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I'm out.Many thanks Wasbit, you are a Star!
I have downloaded a few, coming back when I have more time.
That is a generous gesture, much appreciated.
Bob.
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I'm out.Steve, it must have taken him longer to go the way he did than just through the wall, across about 2M of well lit and boarded loft space, and down the inner wall. There, in situ, was already a large wall plate which could have taken the cables, only has an unused ethernet cable and the TV antenna socket. Instead, I estimate that he used around 25 M of double antenna cable. Not exaggerating, at least 25M. The wall plate can be unscrewed from the wall anytime and more cables pulled through.
The unused Cat 6 Ethernet cable was used before, for a WD TVLive box. When I give Sky the elbow, that will be used for something else. Either NowTV, or a Humax box, something of that nature, don’t know yet. I test the ethernet cable now and again, it was fine last week.
An explanation of matters with our landlord: the Group – Waterloo Housing Group – was once our Sheltered Housing landlord. That government-supported programme has now lost funding, all over England. (but not Wales and Scotland, I believe)
I have learned something almost unbelievable today, from an ex-Admin ‘face’ a mate who has just left the company. Apparently, a few years ago the Group had received funding from China, in a Chinese government pilot programme to dip their toes in UK Housing waters! Now that China is taking other directions, the money has gone and the Group is in financial difficulties. Which is almost certainly the explanation for Repair & Maintenance issues not being rectified, and why the Group is selling off housing stock, as tenants leave. That includes ex-Sheltered Housing bungalows in my son’s village, 5 miles down the road. Those bungalows are just like ours. Now I believe that they are just waiting for us Oldpharts to empty our perches: this Close is “Prime Location”. We would hate to leave this village, but if a private rental comes up locally, we are off, whilst still young enough to do a move. And Virgin are cabling-up Louth…
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I'm out.The best CS I have ever received, was from EDF, and is the main reason I stay with them. Cutting short a very long story: we had our ancient, useless, 3-Phase electric NS Heaters changed to GCHeating after a long battle with our Social landlord. The meters and supply needed to be changed to Single Phase and the engineer sent by Northern Powergrid could not handle it. After a month with no further engineer, I called EDF. They took on a case against NP and, after a further 2 months or so, we got the meter and supply changed. What happened next was that EDF compensated us for overpayment, and also forced NP to compensate us as well. EDF also have the best, quickest-reacting “Chatline” online help I have used.
I have found Sky to be like the Curate’s egg; “good in parts” but sometimes stinks! When we first took TV, Bband, phone and Anytime Calls, there were loads of problems: dropouts, low speeds, TV and Bband dropping out. I had previously been trying for years to get Plusnet to look at the line, but 5 engineer visits from BT OR refused to look at it, saying the line was fine. After a few weeks of (polite) complaints to Sky, they sent an engineer of their own, who tested the line. I don’t know what they said to BT, but their next engineer was a new, more competent and knowledgeable younger guy, who checked out the whole service, fitted a new shielded line from the pole and replaced the old, corroded “GPO” box, moving it to a new position so that the line came in straight into a new BT socket. I still have problems with Bband: my FTTC speeds have lost almost 3 Mbps since April, from almost 14 Mbps to 10.5 Download. Every time I go through the Complaints procedure online, I am directed to a phone number and a broad female Scots accent, speaking very fast. TBH, I would understand a clear Asian accent better, and I have Scots family and friends!(One of whom calls Lowland Scots “Jockneys”) No effort is made to offer a solution or an investigation. In view of this, and the fact that IMO the TV service is not worth what I pay for it, I will be off in October to another company. I have also never had an answer from Sky, regarding the cables. They were routed through the wall, into the lounge, around a door, through a wall, and into the Q Box. Instead of through the loft, which would have been easier IMHO. Had I been at home, this would not have happened. The fitter was late and I had an appointment.
Bad CS: – my “”!!!**** fekin landlord! I am currently awaiting a reply from the Housing minister’s office about them. Their website is the clunkiest, most inneficient I have ever seen. The online Complaints procedure hangs, or just blanks out. Every other tenant I know is having the same problem. In the end I had made so many complaints, I gave them fair warning and wrote to the Ministry. This is a Social landlord, one of the largest in the UK, and is more concerned with building “Shared Ownership” new housing, than maintaining existing stock. Because they get government funding, as a Social landlord, for building new, of course!
Rant over. For now, I feel better for that…
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I'm out.Being one-handed for the same reason as PM, with an elbow crutch to my LH side, I have similar problems. Living near an old market town, which has many shops that only take cash, I have to have a pocket for coins, which means the phone cannot go in that pocket of course. For the same reason, I have to take my wallet. That’s a RH rear pocket job. The wallet has so many cards besides debit and credit and is made from material that prevents RF theft: I take out all my cards, because I never know which one I leave behind will actually mean losing something I might need. Or want, a distinction which is blurred by my inability to recognise the difference, now I am knocking on a bit!
I cannot wear a battery-driven Quartz watch. They just stop. Put in new battery, they go. And stop again, within hours. I have learned to live without a watch, but will one day soon buy an automatic, self-wind watch like I once had. When I was single. ?
So if I need to know the time, or the phone calls me, I have to perform a complicated procedure, to access the phone pocket. I have learned not to put it into a shirt pocket, for the same reasons Richard has evidenced. On the other hand, if I am out with SWMBO, I can request a time check from my own personal Timekeeper, followed by the amusement of watching her squint at the tiny face of her minuscule watch. Although I also find, as I get older, that time itself means much less than it once did. I have an ongoing reminder about the passage of time, from my own dear SWMBO.?
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I'm out.Richard I remember those old diseases and I share your feelings about the anti-vaccinationists, obsessed with their own misguided “knowledge”. The baby who would have been my sister and older than me by 19 years, has “Diptheria” as a cause of death, at 3 months, on the certificate. My parents had 3 sons, but no more children: having lost a daughter and then a very difficult birth (me, hoped-for as a daughter) many years later, was I believe a cause of my mother’s mental problems. It was many years before I learned that it was not diptheria at all. My SIL, whose mother died when she was young, became as close as a daughter to my mother and she told me that. Apparently it was a restriction of the gullet and problems with digestion: my sister could not swallow food without it coming back again. She starved to death, which must have been horrific for my parents, doubly so for my mother, to lose a first baby like that.
Years later, I developed similar problems. Continuing Reflux led to a condition called Barretts Oesophagus, which means that stomach acid in the gullet, leads to the gullet developing a lining in self-defence, which is very much like a stomach lining. The gullet therefore shrinks, which is why I have to cut up food very small and chew it thoroughly. That sounds very like the problem my poor baby sister might have experienced. Nowadays of course, I was able to have a correct diagnosis and proper medication.
The only other family member to suffer from this that I know of, was a nephew, some 17 years younger than me. He was the black sheep of my brother’s 7 children, a real rogue: gambler in high-stakes poker, big drinker. He was divorced from his wife and she took the children, he lived in a really rough area and I never saw him for years, until he was diagnosed with cancer of the gullet, which spread to his neck and face. He died 2 years ago at Christmas, but I learned from his consultant at the Hospice, that his problems began with Barretts Oesophagus. He refused all treatment for it and never had the annual camera/biopsy routine that I have. The consultant also told me that the biopsies are important to check for any rogue cells. He gave me a letter for my own consultant and told me that he believed that Barrets was hereditary.
The family took back my nephew into the fold after he became ill. His big sister and I were the instigators of this, after finding him in a local hospital. His last few months were not pleasant to see. I sincerely hope that no other family member has this condition.
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I'm out.Great laughs, wasbit!
Think I might have told this one before in MM Forum, but worth repeating:
A 78 year old landlord and his 77 yo wife kept a tiny pub in a small Yorkshire Dales hamlet. Every afternoon, the landlord took the dog off for a long walk and left his wife with the 4 regulars, all septaguenarians, playing dominoes, from 11 am. Every day, they drank a half pint of the same beer each and played on until the same time, 4:30 pm. The same routine, every single day. It drove the landlady mad with boredom.
One day she had enough. Stripping off all her clothes, she walked out of the back door, round the back to the front door, through the bar where the domino players were, then out to the back to get dressed again. One player spoke to his mates, “Did tha see that, lads?” “Ah saw it, but I don’t know what it wor.” says another.
“Ah dunno what it wor either,” says a third old player “But it needs ironing, tha could see that.”
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What’s pink, smells of wee, and goes “in, out, in, out” ?
Great Gran, doing the Hokey-Cokey.
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A couple are having a romantic meal in a restaurant, when the male suddenly slips under the table. His female companion does not appear to notice, just carries on eating. The Maitre D’ asks the lady “Madam, is your husband well?”
The lady answers: “My husband is fine. In fact, he just walked in the door. The man beneath the table and now crawling across the floor, is not my husband.”
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I'm out.Great Heads-up, Drezha!
I am looking forward to that. I won’t download it, though: rather wait for Google to give the (usually) comprehensive explanation and directions. Google may seem a bit dictatorial to some, but for me, it changed the way I use and sync my devices for the better. I also disagree with Ron Amadeo’s dislike of Google Photos, that is one part I really like.
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I'm out.Richard, the story of your neighbour and the swimming pool infection, reminds me of TWO of my own neighbours. The first was a young girl who lived a few doors away in my former Notts village: she contracted polio an died very young, eventually traced to this Lido:
This piece of information appears to have been forgotten by the nostalgic news article! Reading further down, I recall the girl thrown from her horse. I cannot recall her name, but have a hazy recollection that she was a colliery official’s daughter. Most of my family and myself, bathed in that Lido at some point when I was young. We all had a lucky escape, as there a few more who caught that horrible disease from the water. Locally, it was a very famous attraction, undone by the Coalfield Curse of mining subsidence, not by the Polio epidemic.
Second-case neighbours lived next door to us here when we first came. Both had contracted Polio themselves, from somewhere in their South East hometown, and met during treatment. They were called Terry and June, which should ring some BBC Light Programme bells amongst those here of my generation! June was in a wheelchair and Terry walked with a pronounced limp. They would go on regular holidays to South Africa, Canada and Australia or New Zealand, every year, am amazing couple. Terry had done National Service in the RAF as groundcrew and no one caught the Polio connection at his medical. When his service was due to end, he asked to re enlist and was given another, more involved medical inspection. Horrified at the results, they realised that he should never have been called up and offered him a sum in compensation. Displaying the intelligence I always found in him, Terry opted for a Pension instead. He must have drawn £thousands from that pension over the years, until his death in Rutland, in his late 80’s. Once, when they went to South Africa, I asked him in joke to bring me back an Ostrich egg. Sure enough, I got one! Empty, painted and varnished with the pictures of all the Big Game animals. It has pride of place on my shelf. He was a guy whose gentle, self – deprecating humour I miss.
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I'm out.When a Nottingham Forest player boots the ball up into the air, he is severely lectured by coach Mark Warburton, “We play it along the floor, lad!”
When a Notts County player boots the ball up into the air, it comes down coated in ice
When a Derby County player boots the ball up into the air, the crowd applauds and it comes down coated in ice. Tomorrow.
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ENGINEERS
The optimist says the glass is half full. The pessimist says the glass is half empty.
The engineer says the glass has excess capacity and needs to be redesigned.
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Three engineering students are discussing the design of the human body. One says that the perfection of nerves and synapses, means that it was designed by an Electrical engineer. The second argues that it must have been designed by a Mechanical engineer, in view of the ingenious levers and pulleys built into limbs and joints.
Third student says “You’re both incorrect. The human body was designed by a Civil engineer. Who else would have run a toxic waste pipe through a recreation area?”
Yesterday I couldn’t spell engineer. Today I is one!
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I'm out.It is still true that you cannot give blood to the UK Donor Service if you had blood in the ’80’s. Both myself and SWMBO used to donate and can no longer do that. Returning to the time I gave to the German service and was paid for it: –
I first looked at it as simply an ‘earner’, I was a Squaddie and always needed money! Then I thought about it – if a British serviceman was injured in BAOR and needed blood, it was obtained from the German Red Cross, who ran the service. BFG and the British taxpayer, had to pay for that blood. Considering that all over BAOR, squaddies were being asked to donate blood to help “Anglo-German relations”, this bloody-minded Brit thought that was wrong, so I started earning from my donation instead. Many more followed and I was marched in front of the Brigade Major (“The Sherrif”) He tried to make me return to a voluntary donation. My answer is one I never forget: “Sir, with the greatest respect, I could spend my blood for the last time on a battlefield. It is my blood and my body and I have the right of every free Briton to do with it it as I wish.”
I rehearsed that speech with my mates, it was famous. My Sgt. Major marched me in and he could hardly hold his face straight.
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I'm out.It’s a part of what always happens in cases involving similar disasters in this country Richard. Instead of investigating the events, the first reaction is to instigate a cover up. It starts with the officials directly involved and winds up in the top layers of the Civil Service, who advise the government of the day how best to bury it. Then they wait for people to age and die, in order to (a) obfuscate the issue with time (b) design & manufacture better lies (c) reduce the amount of potential compensation. Many varieties of experts and expertise are called upon to blur the issue and mislead the public.
Freedom of Information? Information has to be true and accurate, before it can be truly ‘Free’. I am not being cynical, just realistic.
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I'm out.Ed I have the Swift and SWMBO has the Spark, about 17 months and 11 months old respectively. I know the new Spark is better than SWMBO’s, but TBH if I was buying now with around £200 I would take the Swift 2x:
The Spark is underpowered, battery life short and it is slow. Swift, even my older model, is fine and was even better after CM was upgraded to vanilla Android 7.1.1. Hope that helps.
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I'm out.My Sony TV & Samsung soundbar work with the Sky remote like that. There are 4 possible codes with the Sony, maybe less or more with others, have to work through them until you find the one that works.
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I'm out.Thanks Lee, reinforces the point I was trying to make, but I should not have started the discussion.
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I'm out.No. 2 gson bought me the Echo Dot, I haven’t even plugged it in to try it, can’t see a use for it. That was in March, he seems to have forgotten it. I hope…
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I'm out.Not ironic if you had some blood during those years Keef. I had several transfusions then. Not a joke either, if you were unlucky enough to be infected. One of my mates had Hepatitis, it killed him, but slowly.
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