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Good luck with the new business Steve!
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I'm out.Barnier: “Extension for what?”
And he is right! Looking at it from their POV, my German friends are absolutely confused at what is happening here. As my old mate Rolf said today, “We have always looked upon your Westminster as the Mother of Parliaments. Is mother suffering from Dementia?”
So much feckin about by so many complete political A-holes in Westminster, who have completely forgotten what they were elected to do and who they are supposed to represent. This whole mess has been their fault, as a body, since the Referendum was put forward by the biggest A-hole of them all, Cameron. They all began by giving us information that was ‘economical with the truth’ from both sides. Then they began to see that taking one position might not give them the political leg-up they wanted, so some changed sides. Now they are splintered into so many groups that there is no chance of a reasonable end to this bloody pantomime.
The only sane voice at least on the government benches, is Philip Hammond today, asking for compromise across the party lines, to try getting a result. As Chancellor, he probably has a damned good idea what the financial cost to the country will be, in the event of a No Deal.
As Steve says, the best result in the long term may be a transformation of our 19th Century political system. My poor, poor country, about to get much poorer I believe. But the Haves will retain what they have and the Have-Nots will grow in numbers and have even less.
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I'm out.It certainly was Nolan, and this morning there was a team up early – i.e. 10 am, they have not started anything before noon previously! They have now finished replacing the block paving across the way. Don’t know when the protective fencing will be gone though, as after a coffee break and lunch, then another break, they had no more time. I could do with some of that fencing, to protect the parking spaces of myself and my neighbour.
I have learned that there is only one more bungalow to have GCH installed: it is the home of a ratty 93 yo git who refuses to have it done and they cannot force him to have it. He has always been the same nasty old bugga ever since I first came here 17 years ago, comes out 3 or 4 times a day and accosts anyone who is also out, moaning about everything under the sun. I and others, tried to visit him and give him some company, but all we got was abuse, so we gave up about 10 years ago. Now when he pops his clogs, they will have to come and dig up the nice new tarmac on my path and the road in front of my window, as that is where the supply comes in and branches off to each property. The landlord is installing GCH to all properties under their remit as tenants leave or fall off their perches. I suspect that they have a Grant.
You couldn’t make it up!
About 11 or 12 years ago, they were going to install Solar PV panels, as the Close is South facing. Landlord paid for a Survey, Survey said YES. Then the government stopped the Grants for it and our Solar Heating died the death.
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I'm out.Read it Richard, it will take your mind off your present troubles for a while.
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I'm out.I stand corrected Richard, the one I linked to actually has 36 pins.
Found this, it’s 25 pin with 1 pin not paired. With the A to B adapter I linked, might be the answer. Take a look Mark.
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I'm out.Another Privileged Tory, born with a whole canteen of solid silver cutlery in his disapproving*mouth, not just a silver spoon.
*Check it out:
Almost always looks like he is sucking a lemon.
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I'm out.Yesterday was the day, Dan, hope it went well. We won’t expect a reply for at least this week, in which case I think we all hope that no news is good news.?
Good luck!
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I'm out.March 12, 2019 at 6:21 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #31587I would have felt safer flying, aged 8, in the DH Dragon Rapide from Blackpool Airport with my dad in 1953, than in one of the gadget and gimmick-laden Max 8’s!
No fancy computers, no temperamental electronics, just a pilot who knew what he was doing and was prepared for anything. Well, as he told my dad, flying a DC3 Dakota, dodging flak, dropping supplies over Arnhem and over France dropping Paras in support of the D-Day Normandy landings, gives one a certain perspective.
A flight that gave me a lifelong fascination with aircraft.
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I'm out.A couple of hours ago, I noticed a well dressed guy in a big VW Passat saloon, photographing the area, went out and attracted his attention. Asked who he was: he is the boss of the company doing the work. Asked him nicely why they did not inform us that they were going to make our Close look like the Somme in 1916. He said that it was his understanding that our landlord sent letters. No, I said, they ignore us, but if you contact them they will listen. He was fuming: “So that’s why my workers got a bad time from some here?” Yes, I said, but not me, that’s unfair, they are just doing their jobs and it’s up to people like your administration to inform us about the work. And they were not spoken to by my missus, or they would have probably gone home in tears! ??
He was immediately on the mobile, but his mood was not improved by the fact that we have no coverage here, so I let him use my landline. I heard him ask for a name I recognised: the Housing Group’s CEO. That guy received the best bo*****ing I have heard for a long time: perfectly respectful but full of biting wit and choice words. I listened with admiration: considering that he was talking to the CEO of a company that had given him this contract, I was impressed.
Less than an hour later, a team arrived to take away all the unnecessary fences and materials that they were obviously leaving for another day. Or week. Now I have full access to my parking space and our Gert can enter the car more easily, by stepping straight from the kerb.
Boss Power!
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I'm out.March 12, 2019 at 5:39 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #31580There are two more versions of the 737 Max on order with airlines with deliveries in late 2019 and 2020: the Max 9 and 10. Boeing are doing the American thing: insisting that there is nothing wrong with the 8, whilst working to develop a solution to the problem that they insist does not exist.
” Boeing has confirmed that for the past few months it has been developing a “flight control software enhancement” for the aircraft, but says it is confident they are safe to fly. ”
BBC report: http://tinyurl.com/yynprvdp
Shades of Ed’s Flying Turkey! Do they want to make pilots the equivalent of the ‘redundant’ Guards on certain UK railways?
Panic will set in if Boeing loses any more money:
” More than $27bn (£21bn) has been wiped off the company’s market value since the close of trading on Friday. ”
Current civil aircraft manufacturing is already on tight financial margins. The only winner could be Airbus International.
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I'm out.Sorry Richard, his words point to the USB “A” to “B” connection:
“…a cable that went from 24 pin to the square usb plug that goes into the back of newer usb printers. ”
The two links I gave would provide an adapter and a USB connector to do this. Any more detail, Mark?
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I'm out.Hi Mark
Maybe this adapter: http://tinyurl.com/yysswn9o
Connected to This cable? –
Bit of a kludge, but should work.
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I'm out.March 11, 2019 at 9:28 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #31549I am relieved to note, after some research, that Jet2 does not operate the 737Max, YET: it has orders in place for later 2019/20. We are flying with Jet2 in August to Budapest from Manchester, followed by a Danube river cruise. Apparently the latest 737 operated by Jet2, is the 737-800.
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I'm out.My own SWMBO does have some traits that I find less than appealing. For instance, we will both listen to a call on speaker, after which at some point, she will tell me what the caller said, that we both heard: sometimes a week or more after the conversation, sometimes a few minutes after. Secondly, her explanations of anything tend to take many times longer than they should, due to her sailing off at a tangent into totally unconnected people and events. Much like your own experiences, I believe:
” If I get SWMBO talking about (say) a shopping trip, it will randomly flip threads and I can never understand the linkage until much later. e.g. Shopping, she will suddenly flip to a Manc friend’s son. ”
There is often a significant pause in her words, as her thoughts attempt to rearrange themselves into some sort of order connected to the original topic. I can almost hear the gears grinding. I long ago took my dad’s advice: “Develop a Poker Face son, show no emotion or expression. They take that as agreement with whatever they are saying. Never argue, it only invites trouble.”
I also developed my own way of dealing with female disagreement, adopted from my big brother. He used to say, “If you have a plan or want to do something or go somewhere, mention it to Middle Brother, mam’s favourite. He will throw it back to mam and she will adopt it immediately as a Good Idea. He will think he has done Something Good in mam’s eyes and you get what you want.” Very
sneakyintelligent man, my big bro. I use that same plan now with my daughter, who will tell her mother whatever it is I am after, and I get back from SWMBO “Guess what our P____ says?” I have begun to recruit my 13 yo gdaughter into the same effort: she is quitesneakyintelligent and hassneakierbetter ways of addressing grandma. I love my girls….When the Thought Police arrive at your door, think -
I'm out.Good luck Dan! One lesson from life that I have had Is that women love taking about themselves and get bored rather quickly if it comes around to you.
Does not happen like that in our house, Ed. A long time ago, I used to ask my missus why she didn’t talk much about herself. She said that, apart from her divorce and the events leading up to it, she had a sheltered life. She loves to ask me about my own life and says that I have had such interesting times, she likes me to talk about it. Well, anyone who knows me, will tell you that I can talk for England when I get started!
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I'm out.Go for it Dan! Love is love at any age, I am still bonkers about my missus after 30 years. We met and got together at 41 and 42, married within months. All my previous relationships went TU: some my fault, others well, less said and all that. We made a decision, based upon previous experiences, to share everything but give each other space. Then we made another: to agree to disagree. EG: my Gert voted Leave, I voted Remain, but we didn’t discuss it, it has nothing to do with our marriage and AFAIK she has not changed that choice.
We met as a result of Gert placing an Ad in a local Free paper: “Lady, 41, wishes to meet gentleman.” Just that, nothing else. Among all the flowery self-descriptions, it stood out. “This lass is not messing about,” I thought “she is a straight one.” Turns out that after her divorce, with two kids to bring up alone, that was all the words she could afford. When she admitted that, I knew there was something about her. We fell in love within days, after the first date in July 23rd 1988 we married on August 5th, 1989. This year we are on a river cruise for our 30th. We have endured both having disabilities and my cancers, her increasingly painful osteo arthritis and horrible marriage break ups for both son and daughter, to name just a few problems over the years. We are stronger for all that.
I wish you the very best of luck mate, and ultimate happiness. Go with the flow!
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I'm out.JayCeeDee wrote:
” If I’m being totally honest now, probably a little OCD too – but only on irrelevant things like coasters and place-mats on a table that I sit down at!! ”
With me, it’s pictures on the wall. Any wall! It drives me batsh1t, can’t stop looking at them! I have at times asked in restaurants, etc if I can straighten them, which drives my missus batsh1t in turn. I have done that for so long at home now that she is used to it. However, when we went to her old friend’s house once I asked if I could do it to 3 pictures and she had to explain that it was not me being weird. I straightened them and her OH got a bit too clever, said he didn’t think they were straight. I asked if he had a spirit level and he brought one. The smile died on his face when the level revealed that I was right and they were absolutely level.
My missus goes there on her own now….?
I also have to hang my clothes in a certain order in the wardrobe, and store other clothes neatly in drawers. Learning how to fold and roll socks in pairs during Army service, was a revelation to me. If I don’t do all this properly, I get a tad anxious about it. My son and No.2 gson are untidy, it drives me crackers. But daughter, No.1 gson and his sister are like me.
Steve, my dyslexic gson has always been fascinated by numbers. At 12, he developed a thing about Pi: was absolutely riveted by the fact that it could never be worked out to decimal places. As he does most calculations in his head, he told me that he got to 100+ decimal places and decided all the mathematicians were right! (I doubt anyone here does not know about Pi, but it starts at 3.1428572857…. if I recall it correctly, and just goes on and on.) He loves numbers and I honestly think he sees the world through numbers, not words.
Humans are individually weird, which reminds me of something that cat-loving No.1 gson once said: “Cats think humans are just large, weird cats!”
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I'm out.Spot on! –
“ Old style Geriatricians were absolute experts at considering numerous concurrent conditions because such is the norm in old age.”
I had 15 years of treatment for what was diagnosed as a ‘slipped disc’ by 3 different younger consultants. They proscribed spinal Traction and ignored my semi-paralysis and numbness in the left side. Came here to Lincs, at Louth hospital which is quite small and old, I met a Neurologist in his last year before retirement. He found me a young Spinal Neurologist at Sheffield Royal Hallamshire and I got the diagnosis that I should have had: crushed and broken C4 vertebra, causing nerve damage, paralysis and falls. One 10 hour op later, I was able to walk again, sort of, with an elbow crutch. This guy said that Traction was the worst possible treatment I could have had: it stretched and then retracted my spine, causing even more damage to the tiny C4 vertebra.
I call that sort of consultant a Medistard. Get it?
I had to downsize my Hyundai Tucson last year through Motability, after my cancer and SWMBO’s new hip made it impossible to enter or exit. The iX20 is fine for me, but my missus still has trouble, being 4’9″ and having her own spinal, knee and other hip troubles. I keep a small folding step stool to help her get in: getting out is OK, sort of a “controlled crash” if you know what I mean. There is simply no one car that she can get in or out of without problems. We have toured every dealer and hatchbacks/saloons are too low (bangs head because she cannot bend) SUV’s are too tall. The iX20 is the best option we have found, although the Skoda Yeti came close.
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I'm out.Steve the builders did not go door knocking here, they never do. The 3 bungalows that were having the work done this time, had no notice of it whatsoever: “We’re gonna fit GCH in your bungalow.” “WHAAAAAAT?” “You had a letter from your landlord.” “No we didn’t.”
That tells you everything about our landlord. At least we don’t have the parking nightmare you have! Usually we can get in or out OK, the biggest offenders are Carers, Support Services and two Mormons who visit the muppet next door to the RH side of mine. They started parking in my space, so I warned them. Then I came home from my son’s and they were there again. I parked across the rear of theirs and they could not get out: they rang my doorbell – “Will you move your car?” (note, no “please?” I yawned in their faces – “No it’s my Nap Time, us oldpharts have to take naps you know!” I closed the door and left them waiting for an hour, then went next door and said I would move it now.
They have not parked there since. Carers and Support Services I don’t mind, they are looking after my neighbours who need them, but there was one who insisted on parking diagonally across the middle, so I did the same for her and advised her to park more accurately next time. Turns out she was a Herbal Health supplier to the same muppet. He told me about 8 years ago that he did not have long to live and repeated it last year. I said “It’s taking you a feckin long time to go!”: he hasn’t spoken to me for a while now, some people are easily upset, aren’t they?
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