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Why would I want to quit Google? Don’t wear a Tin hat using it and it does so much actual Good Stuff, such as referred to above by JCD. I want more of that Good Stuff! I will take the (mostly imagined/imaginary) Tin Hat stuff. I don’t care that they have me on their database, it helps them connect to what I want or request from Google.
Guess it all depends on individual choice, which is what makes us all individuals. Also depends on your definition and opinions about what has suddenly become seen as Being Evil in Google!?
Good link though Wasbit, for those who do want to Quit Google.
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I'm out.November 9, 2018 at 9:56 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #28124I changed horses after leaving the AAC, and took up Motor Engineering, became a workshop foreman and saw aircraft only at Shows, museums, on holiday travel or “up where they belong”. I was asked by my old mate and garage owner what the main difference between the two areas of work.
“Servicing, repairing and maintaining aircraft,” I replied in my best lecturing manner “means that any work you carry out safely, or sign for as carried out safely, should not result in the aircraft falling out of the sky, with fatal results. No aircraft can pull over to the side. The offender(s) are very severely punished.” On the other hand, many road going vehicles can almost always pull over to the side of a road if a problem occurs due to poor maintenance, incorrect parts, or careless workmanship.”
Boss/mate drew in a breath: “Wish I hadn’t asked, I ought to know you by now.” Successful result from that speech: he wandered back up to his farm and left us alone for the rest of the day.
But it is true: breakdowns in road vehicles rarely end in death or injury. When an aircraft drops out of the sky due to incompetent servicing, bad design, non-functioning parts, etc., it almost always ends badly for those onboard.
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I'm out.“Changed a bit” – I would say so Spedley!
My own simple, much-trialed “until I got it right”, set up: –
The NAS and External Hdd, with monkey spanner mechanic (from an old workshop customer)
and kitten Christmas gift from then 6yo granddaughter.
Whole setup: pics above are from Parent’s Golden wedding
and my old Notts. Village church, where they lie with Big Bro since 1988 and ’89.
Printer is to be replaced by an Epson Wireless machine, all singing and dancing.
It will have to be good to replace the 10 yo HP C5380.
Double socket will be last to be replaced with triple.
Yet another task to get around to!
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I'm out.November 8, 2018 at 11:44 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #28110A fatal accident to an Auster during my early AAC days, was caused by a small screwdriver fouling an elevator cable. There were Shadow Boards which had lockable glass panels and ‘shadowed’ every tool used on aircraft maintenance and repair: at the end of the working day, all were checked, locked and signed for by a Crew Chief. None were missing, so the AIB concluded that it was brought in and used privately by a Technician. It fitted another Auster cable clamp perfectly. Eventually a Tech owned up in tears, was taken away, court martialled and dismissed. The Crew Chief was given a 90 day Reprimand, which would have been recorded upon his annual confidential Report: sometimes a stumbling block to promotion. HMF service can be a bugga.
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I'm out.Thanks for the kind words guys, I took them to heart. I will try to get around to the book when I have received the All Clear regarding the Big C situation. Not ‘if’, when! ? Then I have a backlog of stuff piled up, which I have been trying to address intermittently, when I have a good day or two. The problem has been a lack of energy, tiredness bordering on exhaustion, and memory slippage, all caused by Chemo and drug effects:some Forumites may recognise that themselves. Atm my platelets are low, which is why I continue to suffer wet shaving bleeds which take ages to clot, and why after nurse recommendation to dry shave, has me calling at Argos to pick up a dry shaver. This was new nurse to me, and the best one yet, who listened to all my side effects and gave me great info. She reminded me of the fine actress Juliette Stevenson in looks and speech. No, not falling in love, I am much too old and tired and cautious of my SWMBO’s reaction to that!?? I recall being handbagged around the head by her when we first dated, for whipping around on the dance floor to boogey with 2 blondes. I recovered soon enough for a tongue lashing…
I always have a Poppy in the car, I realise that it is 100 years, but some of the stuff regarding WWI is a bit OTT for me. My own feeling about War is that it is complete and utter shite, with people sending off others to commit themselves to being killed and maimed for reasons that in later decades become recognised as irrelevant, unknown, or simply to advance whatever political, economic or social cause/events the senders wanted to happen. As a former soldier with 12 years service in some shiteholes, I can say that with experience. When the last Remembrance Sunday happens, and there are never any more, the world will be a better place. The problem is the swords never become plowshares after any (temporary) Peace happens. There is much, much more profit and many jobs in Arms manufacture in Sales for the swords than in Plowshare construction and sales. Especially for the massive multinationals, who will sell weapons of war to opposing sides of any conflict with perfect consciences. The greatest technological advances made today are in weaponry, a negative comment upon this world and its dominant species.
Rant over guys, settle down at the back!
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I'm out.November 8, 2018 at 10:53 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #28106Proof that an aircraft first flown in 1968, and upgraded continuously since, cannot compete for reliability during service with one I flew boarded in 1953! First flown in 1934, over 10 years of production, a total of 1,766 built in various factories. That was because the original Hatfield factory was needed for Mosquito production, as was the wood and fabric. Many were either built for, or transferred to, the RAF and Royal Navy in 1940 and up to ’42, as the Dominie. After 1945 most of these were bought by Civil operators as short-haul airliners. Many are still flying or in museums all over the world. There were accidents of course, but most were at a time of poor safety records and inept training, within countries that were just beginning to buy and operate their own aircraft and facilities.
As aviation safety became more and more regulated in the late 40’s and 50’s, these accidents became less and less in numbers, the reasons for their happening became better investigated and improvements made. can this be said in the case of the 737, which has been built and checked with so much modern methods and equipment since first flight? I don’t think so.
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I'm out.November 8, 2018 at 1:54 pm in reply to: Read First if flying on a Boeing 737 Max–or maybe not! #28081Never had those problems, with the first airliner I flew in from Squires gate airport Blackpool (at 8 years old) in 1953!
I remembered that flight over the North Sea for the rest of my life. Accompanied and paid for by my wonderful father, who gave me much over the years gave me many gifts, including love, respect for others and other cultures. This gift instilled a love for the Air and Aircraft which eventually made me an aircraft tech in the AAC and a part time Para sailing down through the air!
Note the small airscrew (not propeller, please!) on the Port upper wing facing the viewer: that drives a generator, giving electrical power to all systems.
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I'm out.” Do you know why Matic got to be a 6 footer? It’s because his mother never hit him with a broom, accidentally or on purpose. ”
??Makes me laugh (bitterly), when I compare my own childhood Dave! I am 5’4½” and was once 5’7″, mam would hit me with anything and once put me in a 3-day coma at 6yo, after which I spent 2½ years at my aunt’s in the Potteries, returning when she had been treated for a mental disease. Never had an ounce of love for her all my life, but gave her unstinting care when she became old and ill. Dad I loved unceasingly and still do in memory: he took me to aunt’s and visited me every other weekend, despite other family commitments, a 5 or 6 bus trip and a week of mining work.
Dave, I know you are a Bristol lad, perhaps you would like to read the story of Larry Lloyd –
– born & bred Bristol Rovers fan and player, who played for Liverpool and my own club Forest, where he twice won the then European Cup and other trophies with us. Still lives in Nottingham, is revered by the City not just as a player, but as a man with so many forthright views. Has very interesting stories from childhood to the present. I once met him many years ago, coming out of the sunset, on Ilfracombe beach – a huge bloke with a child on each shoulder. When we got close I realised who he was and started a conversation. He sent the kids to the sea for a last paddle, we sat on the beach talking, then all went to a local cafe where the kids had the last ice cream of the dayand we had a coffee, his accompanied by a huge fry up. I bought the book, signed personally by him at a local bookshop years later, with a remembrance – after all those years, he remembered me instantly. Considering his history in the book, I thought that was remarkable! Still had that Bristolian burr in his speech, still an interesting guy. We met again later for a drink and a meal and he says that Bristol and Nottingham are his two favourite places. His book is one of a collection of Forest players, all signed. Plus a couple from Mr. Clough of course.
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I'm out.Steve, check these out from TP-Link.
I have the older model of a Wd-9980, the one that might be best for you in the above link is the VR900 Archer 1900, which as an EDIT, I have just seen has USB3 sockets. Might get that when SWMBO calms down after my recent purchases, lol:
My old 9980, as a VDSL modem it can handle ADSL or Fibre, has its own modem, “End of Line” at TP-Link.
Gigabit, 2 USB sockets, cable or ADSL. Still a good router and better that my Plusnet Hub One*.
*After weeks of deafness from Plusnet regarding the BT village problems with line closures by PN’s owners BT: Last night I lost patience and checked out a good-looking deal with EE that would give me FTTC with at least 15 Mbps, started the switch process. This morning PN offered me a similar deal at the same Minimum speed, in writing, of 15.1 Mbps, at a lower price than EE, retaining my already paid for Line Rental until October next, a lower 18 month contract than 2 years, the already in place Anytime Calls. I took it and from midnight on the 15th I will have FTTC and decent speeds back. Hopefully, unless BT and/or Openreach decide otherwise. Wish me luck, if it succeeds it will be the end of a long road that began in May this year.??????
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I'm out.No offence to anyone here in pain and distress: we are different and individual. I hope we all find a way to deal with our situations and I particularly admire Nolan’s approach to his problems, which is to get on his bike and put it behind his wheels. Good luck and good health to us all.
I apparently have a high resistance to pain, probably after years of Taoist meditation. Which is a very good thing, after the years of operations and my many medical conditions, causing the removal of organs and parts which I had always believed were necessary to my survival: shows how wrong one can be! ???
Placebos I remember from my mam, who would take anything the doc waved at her, and my dad, who was known to dump down the loo anything he did not believe was worth throwing down his neck. Which was anything at all apart from stuff proven to help reduce pain, and the numbers of those prescriptions were counted on the hands of a man with 2 fingers and a thumb missing. I asked the doc once why mam only got 4 hours of sleep out of heavy sleeping tabs. Discounting Patient Confidentiality because I had by then taken over much Care responsibilities, he said “They have not been real for some years. I gave her a placebo: you understand that? – “At my nod, he continued, “She believes it gives her sleep. I had reached the point at which I believed it was dangerous to continue the scrip, because of her acute Angina. So I was granted permission to give her a recognised placebo.” I think that old family GP of many decades, would have called that a ‘Win win’ situation today.
I knew him from a baby, he was Old School: Monday saw him issuing Sick Notes en block to the usual half-dozen miners who never did fancy work after a hard weekend’s Play. He did this quickly so that he could return to seeing genuinely ill people and everyone accepted it. None of my working mineworker relatives ever did that.
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I'm out.Completely agree with Richard, after my Screwfix problems, all caused by their online service of “Click & collect”*.
The first products they sent contained 2 backplates with a long section broken away from the bodies. As they were in sealed bags and no broken plastic was in the bags, it was an obvious deliberate attempt to cover up an error, which exposed wiring. Probably the result of a harassed, underpaid, overworked warehouse/assembly guy somewhere. Not only that, but the backplates did not fit the faceplates, they were checked by the local store manager and staff, who said ‘…this happens all the time in Click & Collect purchases”. A quick check of part numbers, clearly printed on and in the 2 parts, demonstrated the deficiencies. The mistakes did not stop there: a later order also produced the same result. One broken backplate, 2 unmatched parts. In the end, the enraged store manager gave someone at HQ a real b****cking in front of myself and other customers (I led a short round of applause) and sent the whole lot back, refunded me and filled the order from stock and orders he placed on my behalf from stock not in store. I hoped that he would not be sacked: “I’m 64, hands shake because I have onset of Parkinson’s. I don’t give a **** what they do!”Another round of applause!
*My advice when dealing with any store of this type, is to not use the (unused/unproven) online c&c service, but go to the nearest store. Even a longer trip is worth it. However, if some c&c’s have given good service, I would continue to use them.
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I'm out.That’s good to know Ed, thanks. I had not checked Ebay prices, Amazon list it as “unobtainable”.
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I'm out.Richard, my gson advised me to load each socket of 3 outlets with an electrical item, then switch on each in turn. Wait 10 minutes and feel the top of the socket box. If it stays at room temp, and nothing trips, it’s fine. I have done this with each conversion and it’s all fine. Gson warned about this because of some of the wiring work that he came across and had to rectify before starting. I have actually loaded all 4 of the sockets simultaneously, left them all loaded and carried out the heat check, nothing burst into flames!
Although in your case, you appear to have the relevant experience and have carried out quite a bit of electrical work in your home, so you may not need this advice.
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I'm out.I didn’t get one to wear, SWMBO did, but mine is a big one that sits in the front air vents of the car and waves at other drivers in the airflow, through the windscreen, lol.
Since the end of WWI and before, there have been thousands of Irish players in English clubs, from both sides of the border and the Sectarian divide. I have never heard of another Irish player refusing to wear a poppy, although I may be wrong. Perhaps the one with (on the surface) a very anti-English attitude, who might have been expected to do so, is the intractable, irascible Roy Keane. Which would be a bit silly of him, as during his time at Forest he met and married a Nottingham lass. He is still actually revered in Nottingham, at least on one side of the river Trent. In one pub where some of the Tricky Tree faithful go, he occasionally turns up, unannounced, and really can enjoy a night without media attention. Most of the “lads” are his age or older and he is just one of the crew there. Any media persons who invaded that space, might be found floating in the Trent.
I don’t do Reunions and I don’t do the Legion or Remembrance parades, although I have no antipathy to those who do. I just can’t stand all those “Pull up a sandbag, swing the lamp and sit down” people, many of whom try to convince you that they had performed some dangerous military action, when they were probably a long way from it during their service. My own tributes are paid whenever I see a War memorial, at any time of year. In memory of absent mates, I stand with head bowed and hat off, eyes closed, remembering all those I knew who did not get a chance to stand there with me. One day at Sutton-on-Sea, 2 of 3 young lads were sniggering at this. To my surprise, the 3rd lad told them to “Shut the f**k up!” and stood with me. “My granddad died at Arnhem.” he said. I still see this lad occasionally, as I visit S-on-S regularly and bow my head at the Memorial every time before I leave. That lad has stood with me again.
It means considerably more to those who have been involved and have lost mates: mates you serve with and perhaps fight alongside are mates for life, at least for me. Most of those are gone now, two by their own hands. Those with a family connection feel that loss just as much if not more. The lad in S-on-S told me that he wished his granddad had survived, as he would have loved to have known him for at least a few years. I can relate to that.
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I'm out.Steve, make sure the wiring is OK behind the socket before you go ahead. We had a heck of a job after finding that problem with the switch at the side. Maybe test or get a Sparky to test, your wiring. I’m lucky: got one in the family.
Dare not ask what happened in Belgrade last night. ??
Dave, I considered one of those, but my Surge power lead in here and another in the lounge, have 2 USB sockets each, more than enough.
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I'm out.I spent a lot of time(s) in Ireland, and I know that the resentment that some Irish people hold against the UK is deeply held. I was once demanded in an Irish pub, “Give us back our 6 Counties!”
“Certainly,” I said and the room fell quiet, I could feel the hate. “But can you give me a chance to talk about how my ancestors were just as oppressed by the British establishment and the ruling classes, as were the people of Eire, the Welsh and the Scots, during the Highland Clearances?”
I had been educated at a young age by a grandfather who was a founder member of the original Independent Labour Party at the turn of the 19th century. They gave me the chance to speak and I went for it: I spoke political, social and economic truth for over an hour, and was pleased when a cold, frothing pint of the Black Stuff was passed up for my raw throat. There was a silence when I finished “Please accept what I have told you, ladies and gentlemen. All of it is checkable if you can find the right books and records.”
I was absolutely stunned to be given a long, loud round of applause and I hope I left some understanding in that bar. One guy told me that the early life of my dad as a miner from 1920 t0 the War Years and retirement in ’69, with a ruined spine and just £200 to show for it, had affected him emotionally.
Then I sang “The Rocks ‘o’ Bawn”* for them, which I had learned in an Irish accent from an old West of Ireland mate. I was always welcome in that bar, although once or twice as I stood at the door, someone would give a slight shake of the head, meaning there were people in the back room who would not take kindly to my presence.
*https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwjHn9vIysDeAhWMAcAKHWCCD9sQ3ywwAHoECAcQBA&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DG6oqBKE1ObY&usg=AOvVaw0pGWojKsZv4qzhEGBugv0K
A beautiful song. I actually love Ireland and the Irish, hate Irish jokes, although the Southern Irish tel jokes about “A guy/2 guys from Cork.”
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I'm out.they were having a Warehouse clearance…
” Sounds like a new twist on ‘it fell off the back of a lorry’! When I worked near Tilbury there were quite a number of similar offers from the dockers in the Working Man’s Club.
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Not so Ed, the guy is a manager in a ginormous warehouse which supplies many online companies with devices, etc. Has offered to take me up there next week. The Local village* pub is actually a small but very good restaurant, I network there regularly. ??Over a mineral water, lol.
*Shades of Royston Vasey: outsiders are viewed with suspicion. One night I walked in after 2 strangers had been standing at the bar for some time. Landlord beckoned me on, “Here for a meal Bob? Find a seat and I’ll be over in a minute.” Took me about 8 years before I was accepted like that.
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I'm out.It looks like a Hard Brexit to me. This will set back Eire and UK relations by at least half a century. Companies are leaving the UK, other businesses saying they will probably leave. The Scottish option would be good: why can’t the North and Midlands, and any other area of the country, ally themselves with the Scots?
We face a seriously hard future. Or rather, our descendants do. Unfortunately, I live in an area which voted overwhelmingly in favour of Leave. I gave up trying to change minds months ago around here, especially among my generation, including sadly, my missus. “We will have our Sovereignty back!”
What part of it was missing?
{ Cue Graham/WoF }
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I'm out.You are discounting the feeling amongst many millions of young people now able to vote after reaching 18 years of age, since the last indeterminate shambles. I speak to a lot of them, mates of my grandbrats, actually had a larger, unnoticed audience listening to me in McD’s with my grandbrats. The overwhelming majority would like another Referendum and would vote Remain. Most of them believe that the older generations have destroyed their future and I completely agree with them.
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I'm out.No Graham, it just guarantees the thoughts and opinions of some Ch4 interviewees. How many in total, did the channel actually interview? Link?
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