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Very glad to inject a little humour into this space guys, I will remember that one for a long time, likewise hoping I have the long time to remember it and the working neurons to retain it! I thanked those two lads when I saw them at the seafront later. The Lab’s real owner said “The dog talks, don’t you Satch?” “Arfff!” said the dog “What did he say?” asked my missus. “Oh no, don’t encourage these comedians again today,” I said “let’s find somewhere to eat!”
Richard I was happy to spread a little humorous relief into your present troubles. For myself, at whatever future time my clock stops, I would not want a performance like that. I prefer my choice of a Field Of Rest, cardboard box (literally) and a tree planted over me. I have chosen the place with a small company and I wish to be recycled by the various bugs and creatures in the soil. Family will be left instructions not to weep and moan, but to remember some daft thing I said or did and smile or laugh. I did not live the always daft, unpredictable life I have lived, to be mourned by those I loved. The field is huge, protected, bought specifically for the purpose by the company and it’s beautiful. It’s far enough away from my village and family, that no one has to stand over a sapling in a patch of grass and lay flowers, which are much happier staying where they grow.
My treatment is almost done thank you, now down to just medication, most of which is for life. I hope you and your wife have a similar good result, best wishes to you both.
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I'm out.Not having phone problems as such, but this am I had a message on my phone “Not Signing In.” Strange I thought, I haven’t tried to sign in on the phone or the Paired tablet. Deleted it, onto the desktop and opened Gmail first (I have Hotmail and Gmail accounts linked) to receive a message telling me that I have 8 ‘blocked’ emails to my Hotmail address and I “Must” click this link to “free” the 8 emails.
“Horse apples” I thought, and viewed the Source. Sure enough, although the address looked genuine, in Source View it was obviously hooky. Sent to Microsoft Spoof and blocked the real address. Obviously I have briefly laid an electronic footprint in something distasteful! Ran MWB & Kaspersky scans, found it, killed it.
Why cannot these people put their obvious expertise into something genuine?
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I'm out.I think TM PM’s facial expressions have a lot to do with the fact that she is so beset on all sides by snipers from her own Party, that she is forced to sup with the ‘Labour Devil’ to get anywhere. She is in a horrible position: that is not sympathy, it’s fact. Her many Tory critics and attackers would have even less of a clue, were they in her position and they know it. Always good to attack someone else’s performance, safe in the knowledge that you will not be called upon to demonstrate your own inability to match it.
I don’t think she wants a GE either: she is, and always has been a committed Conservative. No one knows better than TM that the Tories will probably be wiped out at the next GE, unless Brexit can be achieved and survived with the minimum amount of damage to jobs and the economy. Only the complete incompetence and some spectacularly dumb Labour figureheads, are keeping Tory hopes alive. Face it, with people like Dianne Abbott as Shadow Home Secretary (Are they serious? Home Sec?) it’s just a matter of time before another demonstration of incompetence, ignorance or both.
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I'm out.Thanks BL, on two counts!
1 – for the download & directions: copied & typed directions.
2 – for the big bundle of episodes.
This will be a work for a rainy day as I am very busy in the garden atm, my live-in dominatrix is getting the whip ready as I speak. The mate who wants the episodes has gone to his krappy Maltese Time-share for a month, so no rush.
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I'm out.Thanks Nolan, I’ll try that out when I get a moment.
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I'm out.Nolan, can I record these in any way to DVD? I have a mate who has no internet but has a DVD player and would love them. Got them saved to Firefox Pocket, thanks to your link.
Cheers! Bob.
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I'm out.VFM, I think you must have made a list of all voters in the Referendum, and their choices. Because you always appear to have the ‘facts’ ready to hand, whenever someone here mentions any specific place. What you fail to perceive is that the vast majority of voters, from either side of the vote, are sick to the back teeth and just want it over.
Take my adopted county Lincolnshire (highest Leave vote in UK) and my birth county Nottinghamshire (affluent Rushcliffe was the only area to vote Remain: Ken Clarke’s ward). Talk to locals now, as I do here and in my trips back to Notts, and what you get is a mix of people fed up with the whole thing and several dedicated Leavers who wish they had voted Remain, now they know more about the issues. I’m not going to say that the vote would change one way or another, because without the crystal ball that you appear to have, I simply don’t know. But I do have an inkling, although I only have details of two counties and cba to tabulate the rest.
This crusade you seem to be engaged upon, is at best unhealthy and at worst a fixation. Chill out guy, as my grandbrats might say: whatever the happs, we will all be here tomorrow.
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I'm out.What I can say about the ONS is that it must be a great career choice:
They have their own FOI page:
Out of 55 Reviews by ‘indeed’, just 4 negative, many very positive.
“Just sayin’ “, as my wife says when she wants the last word. Not that there is any chance of a Last Word on this interminable Thread.
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I'm out.Many thanks Nolan! I never missed any of those, way before its time then, still looks OK now. Using CGI, this would make a great remake today. Come on, BBC, it would make Doctor Who look sick!
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I'm out.One of my cousins from Stoke married a guy who worked for the original GEC computers of Coventry. I have not seen either of them for many years, but I remember him well. He began work with my uncle at his radio and TV business, which is where he met my cuz. He became something of an electronics genius and my cuz supported him as a mature UNI student, from where he began work at GEC. I remember him investigating the birth of Stereophonic systems: he had a solid old Grundig Mono radiogram, which he stripped at weekends and converted to a stereogram, probably using parts from work I suspect! I would have been around 10, possibly circa 1955 or 56, when I went to their home and saw the old Grundig in pieces all over the lounge floor. My cuz was totally unbothered by this, being used to him tearing stuff apart and rebuilding it to work in better ways. Eventually another cousin built a custom workshop for him. I would imagine that the big house he eventually had in Cheshire, was fitted with all the latest entertainment stuff.
Years later, he was a Big Noise in GEC Computers before it eventually crashed and burned, and the company was asked to send someone to Poland to set up systems there. At the time of course, Poland was a Communist bloc nation. Immediately after landing, he was escorted into a black limo and driven away to another airport: he thought then it must have been military. He was flown into Russia, disappeared and the Foreign Office went ballistic. He was eventually returned after several days, unharmed physically but badly shaken. He told my dad and uncle (his FIL) that he had been interrogated about his knowledge of those first computers. When asked what he told them, he said “Everything I knew: I wanted to get home to my wife and kids!”
Going back to radiograms: for my 14th Christmas, my dad bought me a Murphy mono ‘gram. That would have been 1959 and it was so heavy that it took dad and my big bro to hump it into my bedroom! It was there when I came back from yet another Christmas in Wolstanton with my cousin Bill. Newspaper and butcher shop delivery earnings took a big hit in January 1960, as I began buying records! All Shook Up, Jailhouse Rock, I Got stung/One Night, were the first singles I bought, being an Elvis fan. Not long after that, I bought “Only The Lonely” by Roy Orbison. I bought an old Grundig tape recorder and used to borrow records from the two girls across the road, record them with a blanket over the speakers. They did the same with their own radiogram and tape, which were much better than mine.
Ahhhhh memories!
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I'm out.VFM wrote:
” Such are a whole different calibre than UKIP candidates ever were. Notice also that they come from both sides of the former political divide. ”
– As do the members of Change UK (TIG) which you scorned a few pages ago. It’s all in the eye of the Beholder I guess.
Steve, how’s the pub going? Don’t worry about being ‘behind’ on Brexit. We are all in that position, including those who we think should lead and advise us. Personally, I have lost interest and I suspect I am not alone. The only entertainment left is watching the political figureheads thrashing around trying to solve the insoluble situation that they created.
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I'm out.In the late 1970’s, my parents’ pre – war radio finally gave up the struggle. Think that was a Murphy, but I always used to nag them to replace the horrible, clunky old MW/LW set with something newer. I bought them a really nice set and have been racking my brain trying to remember the make, which was definitely British, and find another example to post here. It was in light teak wood, long and low, with twin speakers either side of the Tuning panel and was stereo, with FM/MW. It was a really good looking piece of kit, with the bonus that it could be further tuned (thanks to a Royal Signals nephew!) to pick up ‘extra’ VHF, including Police frequencies.
Now I know how naughty that is, but it did amuse me for a while, listening to various weekend chases, etc. The pleasure soon palled, but my old mam found it immensely entertaining and would listen for hours, until I bought her a set of headphones, which made it even more exciting for her. Only she knew what was happening in her head!
I would love to know what set that was, it had really good clear reception. It died once about ’84, but those were still the days when there were local Radio/TV repair shops and I took it to a Mansfield firm which repaired it good as new. It continued to work well right up to mam’s death in ’89, whereupon I gave it to a newly-married relative. AFAIK he still has it, it was there when last seen in 2012 and still working well.
EDIT: I believe our peerless leader Lee is the man to know about vintage radio and TV.
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I'm out.I bought one of these with my newspaper and butcher deliveries pay, sometime in ’59 or ’60 I think:
It lasted right up to the 1970’s, when I gave it to a nephew who (predictably) broke it. I used to listen to Radio Luxembourg under the bedclothes lol, which is where I heard the Horace Batchelor ad, over and over again. Then the Pirate stations came in: in 1964 it went with 8 mates and myself to a Blackpool boarding house for two weeks. We listened to Radio Caroline on the beach, it was a ‘Bird Magnet’. Bopping and jiving on Blackpool beach, seemed like every day was sunny but that may be selective memory! The tranny (original meaning!) took one of these monsters to power it and IIRC it lasted quite a long time:
1964 is full of memories for me, any songs from that year take me into Full Nostalgia Mode.
That old Tranny radio went all around the world with me as a Junior Deckhand, later in Army service. I bought bigger and better HiFi’s over the years, but that Tranny was always with me on exercises. I actually shoved Bad Nephew in a pond for breaking it.
Think he forgave me before he passed away.
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I'm out.I just found this on FB:
What a brilliant photo, and a wonderful anti-racist poke in the eye.
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I'm out.Yes, happy St. George’s Day everyone!
Reminded of a conversation on a train going home on leave some years ago, between myself and a very drunk, very Scottish sailor. He was in full Anti-Sassenach mode and trying to wind up the carriage population of myself, a well-dressed elderly gent and two young girls. After receiving no result from his wind up tactics, he began to lecture us about national icons, comparing the big deals that Ireland, Scotland and Wales made about their various National Days. The elderly gent cleared his throat: “I feel no necessity to boast about being English. I do not view pride in my country in terms of either superiority or inferiority.”
The inebriated Jock struggled to understand this, failed, and stood to confront the old guy. I put an arm lock on him, turned him and threw him out of the door, obligingly opened by one of the girls. I chucked his kitbag out after him and shoved him far down the train, promising to batter him if he returned. He didn’t. Not that I am anti-Scot, I have relatives and many friends in Scotland.
Since moving to Lincolnshire I have noticed that there are lots of flags out here every April 23rd. Malta will be a sea of flags today, not because they are supporting England, but because St. George is also their National Icon.
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I'm out.April 22, 2019 at 12:58 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #32850Les, I attended a Secondary Technical school from 11 to 16. The fact that I achieved no qualifications is down to my immaturity and inclination to defy authority, and too much messing about. Plus I ran away from a bad home situation at 13 to work on a travelling funfair, which didn’t help, until tracked down and brought back by the police. I sat the 11 Plus and did not have enough marks for a Grammar place, so was offered the Technical place. That tallies with your own experience and describes perfectly the Establishment attitude towards science and tech subjects. At our school, we felt ‘surrounded’ by grammar schools and we regularly clashed with them. We had some really good teachers, several were also good Sports instructors, which explains why we regularly thrashed other schools at every County sports meeting. Regular football fixtures saw us winning almost every game. Our uniform was a target in the Mansfield/Sutton area.
That school and those teachers gave me a great grounding that came in useful later, but I went to sea from there, eventually joining the Army at 19 as I have said here before. My former school equipped me to become an aircraft technician and to achieve Army Education GCE a level equivalents.
The only thing wrong with a Technical education, is the people administering the educators, plus the system that prizes a pop star, an ‘modern’ artist or a footballer, more than a scientist or an engineer. I have many former schoolmates* who filled those posts and had good careers.
*Those who have not fallen from their perches, that is…
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I'm out.April 20, 2019 at 6:51 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #32825A Singaporean ‘Business Insider‘ view of the Cirrus SF50:
” The control issue has been attributed to a production defect in the jet’s AOA sensor. As a result, the sensor can give faulty readings that may result in, “unintended automatic flight control activations; the flight crew having difficulty controlling the airplane; excessive nose-down attitude; and/or possible impact with terrain,” the FAA said. ”
99 aircraft, 3 incidents, no crashes.
” The Cirrus ESP system is unrelated to the 737 MAX Manoeuvring Characteristics Augmentation System. The ESP assists the pilots but does not take control and can be overridden with control inputs. ”
A big selling point:
” At around $2 million, the Vision Jet is the most affordable new private jet on the market ”
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I'm out.Steve, I hope you let the keg contents ‘settle’ before tapping them! Results can be explosive, not to mention expensive (wasted beer you can’t sell).
Thinking about handling beer kegs is not good for me, that’s how I met my first missus in Germany. First night in the Gasthof, she was struggling with kegs and crates. Squaddy – attractive landlady looking all helpless – what happened next is the stuff of a romance novel. For a few years… Nappy Endings!
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I'm out.I will vote as usual for my sitting District Councillor, who is a conservative. (note small ‘c’) He lives just up the road from me, has been here for several years and attends every meeting, meets everyone who needs him, on every local issue. I have spoken with him several times and have a great deal of respect for his work, his knowledge in so many different fields and his intelligence. He is a successful local farmer who began as a labourer on the farm he now owns, has expanded and modernised. He donates produce to the village Volunteer – run shop and to a local homeless shelter. He has done the latter for many years, well before it became ‘fashionable’. I once asked him if he ever considered life as an MP. A smile spread slowly across his face and he said “No thanks, I like it here amongst my own people, who say what they mean and mean what they say. You are a case in point, Bob.”
He is the antithesis of our local, publicity-hungry ‘lady’ MP, also a Conservative but with a large ‘C’, which could be the first letter of another, more applicable word – ahem! Not a local: Lancashire is quite a distance from Lincolnshire. Not that I have anything against other Lancashire people, I have friends there. But I cast my vote for a person, not a Party, which is one more sign of agreement between VFM and myself. Blimey, that’s twice!
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I'm out.April 19, 2019 at 10:34 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #32812Ed your previous link was very interesting, although there were dissenting voices in response, I believe that the author had the correct (if necessarily long) summation.
For me, the answer to the 737 Max’s problems is simply summed up: using an existing airframe and strapping on larger engines, moving undercarriage forward – changed the aerodynamics which altered flight characteristics in the worst possible ways. The fact also exposed in the article, that the larger, reprofiled engine pods actually created lift, added to the adverse effects. None of this could possibly be compensated for in any way by computers, no matter how sophisticated.
It’s all down to the battle between bean counters and engineers and the engineers always lose. And usually are apportioned the major part of blame when things go wrong.
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