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My 11 yo Gdaughter is going to see that tomorrow with several mates and an adult mum or two. If it is as bad as you say Ed, I know she will see through it. She is no ‘girly girl’ is our youngest: almost as tall as me now and her best mates are all boys. Lads who run, climb, generally get into mischief and do their best not to upset her! Her 20 yo cousin cannot understand her at all – never played with dolls, won’t wear pink, hates boy bands but loves granddad’s old rock music.
If she finds that film to be as bad as you say, I know what she will say – “Waste of money! Could have dowloaded a Game with that!”
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I'm out.Steve you would have been in the same position as my two older brothers, with a brat 17 and 15 years younger than them at home. I don’t know how your kid brother felt about you, but my big bro was my absolute hero as a kid. He joined the RN at 17, only had a couple of years and came out in a sulk because they scrapped HMS Nelson, his Battleship, he loved that ship and would not go to minesweepers. Our mam bought him out. The other bro is a complete indifference to me, although he is quite ill now there was too much bad blood between us, caused by the many dirty tricks he played on myself and big bro over the years. There is about 70 miles between us and that is OK with me.
My big bro taught me a lot, started me reading and writing at 3 (he got bored when he came home from the pit) and protected me a lot from the mental rages mam flew into. He also taught me how to strip down engines from about 8: I was on the pillion of his various motorbikes from about 4 years old. Whilst he was courting my lovely SIL, they would take me out on a tandem, a small seat bolted to the crossbars. (He sold his motorbikes to fund the wedding). When they found a house, I spent more time up there than at home: I grew up with two nephews only 5 and 7 years younger than me, so they were more like kid brothers. My happiest childhood days were at my brother’s house, not at home. But I occasionally took the P**s out of him for only managing 2 years in the Andrew, when I did 12 in the Army. From a safe distance that is, he was a real hard nut. One night he took on 3 brothers who kicked 7 bells out of me, knocked all 3 spark out.
That episode with the poor deluded woman, must have been weird. It would have setup all kinds of worry in your mum’s mind: “What if-?” as you say.
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I'm out.I think there are differences between how this whole paedo issue is handled now, and what happened 2 or 3 generations ago. For one thing the “Human Rights” factor is applied to the perpetrator in equal measure to the victim, wrongly IMO. I believe the fact that the victim is a child, should outweigh any HR the vile paedo might be granted. For another, there are many people of my generation who will insist that ‘It never happened in my day.” Yes, it did. I can recall several cases in my own village and in the Potteries, where I lived for almost 3 years as a child. They were dealt with locally, usually consisting of a severe beating administered by the community, on some occasions resulting in crippling, maiming or death. These events did not see the light of day, the community closed ranks.
I am not saying that this should happen now: it is a different world. Without law and order, vigilante rule begins, chaos is the result. But I do think that there should be more emphasis placed upon deterrence and prevention. There is no suitable deterrent atm for this horrible crime, which is why the perpetrators continue to commit the same offence, after an unreasonably short stay in prison.
I have two instances of older offences that I have personal experience of. One of my uncles, deceased many years ago, was a police officer whose daughter was attacked at 12 years of age by a middle-aged paedo. This piece of garbage was arrested, taken to another station miles away at the request of my uncle, and promptly disappeared, never to be seen again. I would never have known about this, had I not been somewhere I should not have been, and overheard my dad and his younger brother talking about it. To her credit, my cousin, a year younger than me, recovered well and got on with her life, seemingly well. However, I always wonder about the 2 divorces she went through, until meeting the man she eventually seems happy with.
The other comes from my own old village and concerns the son of his mother and his grandfather, born when the mother was just 14 in the late 40’s. The result was a mentally damaged man, who became a sort of village favourite. The grandfather/father was forced to leave the village by pressure from the whole community. The mother was accepted as an innocent victim and no one thought less of her. She went on to marry and have more children, who all cared for their brother/uncle until his death. I remember the man calling into both garages where I worked: we gave him small sweeping and cleaning jobs and paid him for the work. He did this all over the village, must have made a reasonably good tax-free donation to the family income. He was a naive, innocent, open personality, always smiling.
That is one example of Steve’s statement: “the perpetrator is usually known, more so, related to the victim.” Very true, and how many times have we seen reports like that on TV?
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I'm out.Given those choices Robin, think I would prefer the Grand Picasso, but I am aware that pressure from the Distaff side can be a big factor. :scratch: 🙁
The Zafira is, after all, an old design dressed up with lots of bells and whistles. I have travelled in last year’s model of Grand Picasso and was impressed, not enough to sway me from the Tucson, but a very nice motor. I set out to road test a lot of models and was least impressed with the Zafira. Take the missus for road tests in both cars and I believe she might prefer the Citroen.
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I'm out.When my youngest gdaughter was at Primary, SWMBO and I used to attend her school open days and evenings, as we have done for all of them. I spoke to our girl and was approached by her teacher “Are you *****’s granddad, who knows everything?” I was embarrassed when the teacher explained that is what our gd had told her after a ‘Show & Tell’ session, using facts and materials supplied by the guilty granddad. This led to a conversation with the Head and an invitation to volunteer as a Reader to the children. I was checked and rechecked, by the school, the LEA and the police. Like you, Robin, I have a (very old) assault charge, no longer on file I thought, but I volunteered it. It was no barrier and I entered upon one of the most rewarding periods of my life. I read to all ages up to 10 years old, but the real pleasure was in reading to the small ones. I could choose my own books, checked first by the head, and I didn’t just use very junior stories. I have never in my life had a more appreciative audience, sessions ended with me walking out of there always with a smile on my face. As a bonus, my gd was a very popular girl at school. I still occasionally see some of those children I read to, they will shout to me across the road in town and it just makes me so happy to have had even a small part in their educational life. Nothing beats the appreciation of young children. I believe that I must know more kids than adults around here!
I just wish I could command similar attention at home, but you can’t have everything….. :negative: 🙂
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I'm out.Not a problem Lee, it was never too small to read, even on the tablet. On this 24″ monitor, it screams at me! :good: :yes:
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I'm out.Wherever my head goes when I meditate, has to be a great place. I have to thank my old HK mate Victor Lim for teaching me that, I firmly believe that it has given me a quality of life that I would not have with pain relief medication. The only problem is that I can lose segments of time, but the family know that when I ask to be excused, I am off somewhere quiet to do my thing. The other problem is that I know my physical mobility is now on borrowed time: what was pain is again becoming numbness and there is nothing more they can do, it means my spinal nerves are too badly damaged to recover. That is the clincher, I can deal with pain but it was very clearly pointed out to me that I gained some time with the op in ’95. The fault lies with the consultants who treated me for >15 years, for a ‘slipped disc’ and gave me Traction treatment. One highly paid muppet even told me that I had “…an odd gait.” He almost received my ‘odd’ foot in his wotsits. 🙁
I have had the active time that I might not have had, but I refuse to allow the thought of what might happen, to impinge upon my life. I look upon every day as a bonus.
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I'm out.The only thing I noticed, was that text got smaller (though still big enough to read) whilst I was posting. Then your warning appeared, so I got the **** out of there. Returned this afternoon, all is tickety-boo.
I might add that in my case, with my declining eyesight, the text here has always been large and clear enough for me. Bonus, Lee.
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I'm out.I would be careful about Satnav updates in Motability cars, Robin. Take a look at this:
-and scroll down to “satelite navigation”. If you are taking lease of a car with a satnav fitted as standard, make sure to ask the dealer about updates and what the policy is on paying for them. I know others who have had issues with specific models buit-in, having to pay to go to a dealer for an update and finding themselves getting lost or the satnav just dying halfway through a journey. Google “Built in Satnav problems” and find Fords, Vauxhalls, VW’s and Mazdas all with problems. :wacko: :negative: :whistle:
As I already have updates for life on my Garmin, I am paying quite a bit less for a Tucson without satnav, so that I can leave a bit of room for a boot liner, overmats and seat covers. I spotted a pair of those in Argos https://tinyurl.com/js3ljn6 -they will match the ‘Fiery Red’ paintwork. They are £33.99 but I have seen the same ones in a local Nissan Navarra, with similar size seats, they fit well and look good.
It’s a “Tucson 1.7 CRDi 141 ps Blue Drive SE DCT.” – Why do these names get longer every year? – This model has everything else I need.
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I'm out.I get massive ‘slow and sharp’ pins and needless, on my feet and anckles, if i sant still for more than 3 mins (brushing teeth, that’s how I know it’s 3 mins, or is I sit on a dining room table for more than 10mins.
There is something happening there Steve, I know how you are fixed with the Duchess being ill, but try to get to see your GP about that. The right consultant and the right scans, would at least tell you what the problem is.
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I'm out.JayCeeDee & Steve;
Your posts tell me that the PBGM (Poor Bloody Grease Monkey) is still being ripped off, which is of course passed on to the PBGM’s customer, who subsequently claims being ripped off as well! At least the customer can buy the kit you talk about Steve, and learn to use it. the only consolation as I see it, is that someday soon we may all move to electric cars, and those suppliers will be left with a pile of stuff they can’t move. Maybe…
I also recall the first Parts Ordering computer we got at the garage. It was a huge Tower case from Unipart, running something called (I think) Kerridge, with a 17″ CRT monitor that weighed about a tonne. The whole thing really upset my old boss, he couldn’t use the desk for his fish and chip lunch on the odd occasions when he was there. It did make ordering parts easier, but my warnings that Unipart were more expensive than the local company we had been using, fell on deaf ears, until I produced the first month’s figures calculating the difference in Trade Price between what we had been paying and what Unipart charged. It took 3 months to get them to take back the setup. I had to tell them in the end that it was all going for scrap by the weekend. They fetched it next day. Unfortunately for them, they forgot about the stock of batteries and exhausts for most common models, that they left behind. We gradually sold those off, I kept a record of it in case they remembered, but they never came back. Which probably demonstrates their poor business and accounting practice.
As for the Satnav John, I bought a Garmin Muvi almost 3 years ago and paid for ‘Free Upgrades Forever’. I was a bit cynical about that ‘Forever’ bit, but so far I must have had at least 5 upgrades to all Western Europe Maps. I downloaded and installed Garmin Express to this desktop and they give me an Alert whenever there are Upgrades. I plug the Garmin into the PC and it upgrades and updates it. Sometimes there are Freebies, and/or Offers. It cost me a bit at first purchase, but not anywhere close to £350, and no DVD involved, it’s a direct online download. Snap-On tools were always a rip off, the mark up on them was big according to a guy who used to have a concession. I liked Mac tools, same quality but did not have the same high polish, worked just as well and a lot less expensive. Sealey were always good too. When I finished, I had about £3k worth of roll cabs and tools, collected over many years. Had to sell, so sold to my nephew for his stepsons. Made a big loss, but at least it gave them a start and they are all good lads, although I wish I still had them for my son and grandson, who is studying and working to be an electrical engineer.
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I'm out.Electronic diagnostics were beginning to come into the Trade shortly before I retired due to ill health. First came the BMW’s and Merc’s (of course) and there was a healthy trade in “add on’s ” to remove the Servicing indicator dashboard lights. I recall arguing the toss with my boss about a 2-piece tower ‘plug in’ to carry out this procedure on several different BMW’s. It cost £60+ in around the early 90’s and we needed it to carry on servicing the Beamers from our regulars. Then some cowboy sold my boss a “Diagnostic Computer”, what a joke that was. It was the size of a 1950’s Arcade machine and about as much use. Eventually we older mech’s began to work more and more on the Classics that were the real money earners, until we developed a Name for that and the younger guys worked on the bread & butter stuff.
I could still tune a multi-carb engine with a left ear and a thin metal rod, if necessary!
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I'm out.John I hope that back pain is easier, I experienced all that pain down the leg for many years, left side too. Is there any ‘tingling’ or pins & needles with it, before or after the pain hits for real? I ask because that is how my own problems began. What sort of Op was it?
They diagnosed me as having a ‘slipped disc’ for over 15 years, that is the old catch-all term for “have no clue”. Not until I had a series of MRI, Ultrasound and CT scans, did they find and operate on the real problem, which was a shattered vertebra. The broken pieces were damaging the nerves to the LH side of my limbs and I was eventually heading for paralysis, starting with the pain and tingling down the leg. Have you had scans?
The other favourite term for all the oldphart consultants, is Sciatica. It’s an indication of something deeper, they stick labels on conditions to make you think they know what they are talking about. Not saying all this as a frightener, but I had years of being fobbed off by Talking Medical Heads.
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I'm out.Thanks to Steve for the explanation and Robin for the graphics.
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I'm out.The first Ka engine was the ancient 1299cc OHV engine, as used all the way back in Mk.I escorts, etc. However, the Escort was a good bit heavier than the Ka, which made it something of a roller skate. I have only ever been in one, my gdaughter’s first car, but it handled fairly well and was ideal for her first learner. Couldn’t drive it, as I have no usable clutch leg, but it was OK for her until the first MOT threw up bad corrosion. Now she drives a little Picanto and likes that, but would still love a Ka eventually.
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I'm out.I hate ‘Russian Dolls’, they’re just so full of themselves…… ?
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I'm out.I posted our details a few years ago on Right Move. Bungalow only, minimum 2 beds, max 3. Unsub’d about 6 times since we decided to stay here, the ads keep coming into my mailbox.
Houses with 3,4,5 beds. Flats/apartments with 1,2,3,4 beds. What is the point of the boxes that we check, to state our requirements?
Definitely “urgh”. In the same box as lawyers and politicians. :yes:
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I'm out.Some very good reports on the ’99 626 Dan: https://tinyurl.com/zbgl9qz
Sounds like a great bargain, had a few in my time but also had a couple of real lemons. A Viva estate comes to mind: priced at £125 in 1983, by a local police officer. I knocked him down to £100 due to no MOT and drove away pleased for the 4 miles before it shuddered to a halt. Fortunately I was able to get the lads from my garage to tow it in. The one Viva fault that I feared – the distributor drive shaft snapped at the lower end. It was a pita to fix, they always were. Then the summer came for a couple of days and I discovered that the officer had been a keen coarse – fisher. The car filled up with flies, hatched of maggot spillage under the boot carpet. Defo not a bird-magnet. Cleaned it out, gave it smellies, MOT’d it and sold it. For £125.
Then I bought a Chevette from an elderly lady who had it serviced by us and gave up driving. A very interesting spinster, she had actually worked with the Queen in the ATS during WWII. Her Maj was then Princess Elizabeth and the old girl said that HM had really mixed in with the others, oily hands, made the tea, did it all. As a spanner-swinger myself, that impressed me much more than the Royal bits. Respect, Your Maj! Now, what would you take for that second hand Bentley? :yahoo:
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I'm out.I learned to bend at the knees a long time ago, but now the knees are getting worse, I need another Plan. The carbon fibre vertebra near the top of my spine, means limited head & neck movement up, down and sideways. I know all about it if I try to exceed the limits! One thing pain teaches, is not to do that again, whatever that may be. Post-Op in ’95, I was walking gingerly outside when the BBMF Spitfire MK XIV flew overhead at low altitude. That Mark has the growly, snarly Griffon engine and puts out much higher db’s than the Merlin. I forgot, looked up too quickly and with too much movement, passed out, fell backwards. I was unconcsious before I hit the floor, so felt nothing, but had a head extension at the back, and one heck of a headache when I woke.
SWMBO’s verdict was that I was fortunate to have landed headfirst, having damaged nothing important. She thinks sympathy would embarrass me…. :negative:
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I'm out.Plus side I’m moving away completely! Though I live outside London and work outside Watford (the one close to London), I’m moving north again. I’m looking forward to it. I’ll be near the Peak district
You will enjoy that, being an avid MTB guy. I have a great nephew in the North of Scotland, whose leisure time is spent biking over mountains.
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