I forgot my purse.
Your colleague has just had another lesson in Englishness. :smug:
I forgot my purse.
looks like most of us on here are fuckwits ;DOnly just noticed? ;D :D ;) :P :)
looks like most of us on here are fuckwits ;DOnly just noticed? ;D :D ;) :P :)
Your colleague has just had another lesson in Englishness. :smug:
Further old foolery: I just went into our bank account to do the usual month-end transfer from company to our main private account and found that a subsidiary private account was 1000€ richer than it should have been. It would seem that at the beginning of January I transferred a top-up from the company and hit the wrong account.
Now wondering whether to tell Mrs. T or spend an extra thou.
That way lies DETH, as Mr. L might put it. Got a new one last year.
I shall drink tea and contemplate.
That way lies DETH, as Mr. L might put it. Got a new one last year.
I shall drink tea and contemplate.
You'll drink a lot of tea with £1000.
:) :thumbsup: :thumbsup:Your colleague has just had another lesson in Englishness. :smug:
It's not, but your statement is definitely a lesson in Englishness.
Pub. Because its Friday.
I'm standing at the bar tapping my ten pound note on the card machine. :facepalm:
Pub. Because its Friday.
I'm standing at the bar tapping my ten pound note on the card machine. :facepalm:
After how many?
Pub. Because its Friday.
I'm standing at the bar tapping my ten pound note on the card machine. :facepalm:
After how many?
I was only buying my second. Honest.
Got home the other day, went for my keys in my coat pocket. Pocket open. No keys. Cue panic that I'd dropped on the walk down the hill and the usual helpful reminder from my brain that I ought to hide a set of keys somewhere in the garden, because the nearest spare key is in Maida Vale. Got to the end of the driveway before I realised that I was the holding the keys in my hand.Ohhhh..... No driving or operating of heavy machinery for you. I think. :P
PS: Can we make the title of this thread a bit more SFW please?
I thought there was a rule (possibly an unwritten one, or simply best practice) that subject lines be SFW everywhere outside the NSFW board?
Nobody wants to trip the Scunthorpe alarm simply by loading the unread posts page.
4. Please don't do anything that will get the admins into trouble. Specifically, this meanshttp://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=232.0
- No inline images or avatars containing porn, goatse, anything you might see on rotten.com or anything likely to upset or seriously offend. If in doubt, leave it as a URL with an appropriate warning or don't post it. We are a family forum.
- Keep thread titles clean, even in NSFW.
- No selling of anything illegal, nicked or copyright-infringing. We don't strongly object to eBay links, but they get rather tedious and defeat the advantage of trading among your friends.
I thought there was a rule (possibly an unwritten one, or simply best practice) that subject lines be SFW everywhere outside the NSFW board?
Nobody wants to trip the Scunthorpe alarm simply by loading the unread posts page.
That would be this one: -Quote4. Please don't do anything that will get the admins into trouble. Specifically, this meanshttp://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=232.0
- No inline images or avatars containing porn, goatse, anything you might see on rotten.com or anything likely to upset or seriously offend. If in doubt, leave it as a URL with an appropriate warning or don't post it. We are a family forum.
- Keep thread titles clean, even in NSFW.
- No selling of anything illegal, nicked or copyright-infringing. We don't strongly object to eBay links, but they get rather tedious and defeat the advantage of trading among your friends.
PS: Can we make the title of this thread a bit more SFW please?
+1
Great thread, but a bit awkward even in steath mode at work.
I once went to Northampton for a meeting which was not only in Swindon, it was on a different day.
The title has changed...
Perhaps you're being a bit too British?
For heaven's sake! Do try and understand. It's not about me.
It's not my attitude. It's my employer's attitude. Over which I have no control.
Read any of my posts to see my enjoyment of fruity language.
Sadly, barakta's examples of disableist words would always pass the Scunthorpe test of my employer's net nanny, whereas a perfectly healthy fuck wouldn't.
Perhaps you're being a bit too British?
For heaven's sake! Do try and understand. It's not about me.
It's not my attitude. It's my employer's attitude. Over which I have no control.
Read any of my posts to see my enjoyment of fruity language.
Sadly, barakta's examples of disableist words would always pass the Scunthorpe test of my employer's net nanny, whereas a perfectly healthy fuck wouldn't.
For heaven's sake! Do try and understand. It's not about me.
It's not my attitude. It's my employer's attitude. Over which I have no control.
Read any of my posts to see my enjoyment of fruity language.
Sadly, barakta's examples of disableist words would always pass the Scunthorpe test of my employer's net nanny, whereas a perfectly healthy fuck wouldn't.
What are they going to do? Sack you? ;D
Attended a mid-week football match at Chelsea.I just wait for the highlights on the Non-League Show. :demon:
In my world; 'div' means a crappy bit of markup that never works as expected.
Fecking is still probably a bit dodgy but not sure what's better, effing maybe.
So what words for a person displaying membership of the Thick Tendency can one use without offending anyone (except the target, obv)?
So what words for a person displaying membership of the Thick Tendency can one use without offending anyone (except the target, obv)?
A Benny
I know we're all grown-ups here but it doesn't hurt anyone to exercise a bit of self-moderation when composing thread titles. Be sensible, folks.A modifier! What's a modifier? They called it an adjective in my day!Fecking is still probably a bit dodgy but not sure what's better, effing maybe.
Or just no modifier at all? "I'm such a div" works fine. "I've been a bit of a wally" would also do the job nicely.
Fwiw, Collins speculates that 'div' probably derives from 'deviant'.
So what words for a person displaying membership of the Thick Tendency can one use without offending anyone (except the target, obv)?
A Benny
Feck is not a swear word.
http://metro.co.uk/2008/12/09/official-its-okay-to-say-feck-224531/
So what words for a person displaying membership of the Thick Tendency can one use without offending anyone (except the target, obv)?
A Benny
Tied to a tree?
One version has it than "benny" derives from "bender" so is probably offensive to gayers. If it's him out of "Crossroads" then it's probably OK.
Tied to a tree?
So what words for a person displaying membership of the Thick Tendency can one use without offending anyone (except the target, obv)?
A Benny
Tied to a tree?
One version has it than "benny" derives from "bender" so is probably offensive to gayers. If it's him out of "Crossroads" then it's probably OK.
IIRC, "Benny" was (and probably still is) used as army slang for a resident of the Falkland Islands, and was derived from the aforementioned soap character.
And tonight, I wore a nice smart tweed skirt, heeled boots, a sweater and hold-up stockings to go to the theatre, along with a fair amount of lippy etc.You realise there is only one sensible response to that post?
Happy to freeze in the cause of beauty ED. Also spiky legs in a sleeping bag are really annoying.My gran used to say "Dress like the French, frezze like a Dane*"
And tonight, I wore a nice smart tweed skirt, heeled boots, a sweater and hold-up stockings to go to the theatre, along with a fair amount of lippy etc.
Realised when riding my bike to the theatre through the centre of town that my skirt rides up on the bike, exposing my stocking-tops to the mutated denizens of Darlo, and causing a hell of a draught where there isn't supposed to be one.
And tonight, I wore a nice smart tweed skirt, heeled boots, a sweater and hold-up stockings to go to the theatre, along with a fair amount of lippy etc.
Realised when riding my bike to the theatre through the centre of town that my skirt rides up on the bike, exposing my stocking-tops to the mutated denizens of Darlo, and causing a hell of a draught where there isn't supposed to be one.
Knickers may have helped.
Ha! Your description of the pain of sticking to the toilet seat reminds me of sitting on the vinyl seats of my grandpa's Austin Allegro wearing shorts in the summer back when I was a very small Cudzo. Sweaty child legs sticking to the plastic when you get up, very painful. I'd expect the addition of wax makes it objectively more painful and of course the toilet factor, but hey, you're meant to be a grown up!
Good! I have no problem with sturdy knickers, but they are hideous!
Thinking of which, why is it that ladies undies (in shapes I want to buy ie full brief at my age, keeps the lower back nice'n'cosy) only come in (i) pastel (ii) stupid patterns, usually also floral or (iii) plain black. What about a nice darkish grey that is forgiving of many washes?
Thinking of which, why is it that ladies undies (in shapes I want to buy ie full brief at my age, keeps the lower back nice'n'cosy) only come in (i) pastel (ii) stupid patterns, usually also floral or (iii) plain black. What about a nice darkish grey that is forgiving of many washes?
No2 Daughter sent me this the other day Ruthie- you should take it on board.
https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/7107311888486259/
I wonder what happened to those knickers that were issued to middle-aged women as standard uniform on your fiftieth birthday. You never see them any more. They were made of this kind of aertex stuff, and they were proper knickers that go up to your waist and cover your bum properly. They came only in white.A friend is currently in Lesbos, sorting clothes for refugees. She was rummaging through vast piles of donated stuff, new and second hand, trying to find knickers.
Like this. (http://www.classicclothingshop.co.uk/elderly-clothing/Ladies-Plain-White-Eyelet-Full-Briefs-Pantie1064.html#SID=16)
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-birmingham-36150328
Brilliant.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-birmingham-36150328
Brilliant.
At my former work, we had a facility in Odessa, TX, USA.
I had to go there fairly often.
Then we out-sourced our corporate travel to Amex Corporate Travel.
Next time I had to go, they had arranged flights to Odessa, Ukraine.
It did get spotted in time!
I used to live in Athens, Georgia. And I've been to Memphis Tennessee (I'm sitting in Nashville right now).
I'm convinced there's no good reason to go to Texas ever.
Ok, Austin and San Antonio aren't so bad. Dallas and Houston? Hell can only disappoint.
I used to live in Athens, Georgia.
I used to live in Athens, Georgia.
Ah, the Edinburgh of the Deep South!
Out of interest, which of the B-52s were you?
Met a friend in South London for a bit of theatre this evening. Locked up my bike outside Clapham North Station and ... left my Garmin on the handlebars. :facepalm: Thankfully still there upon my return.
Wondering where my commuting mitts are.
I got on a Brompton and rode it off without fastening the main hinge. Amazingly, I managed about five yards before it became apparent that something was very wrong with the handling and the rear wheel was catching the front one. Wobbly John would probably have just kept going.
I got on a Brompton and rode it off without fastening the main hinge. Amazingly, I managed about five yards before it became apparent that something was very wrong with the handling and the rear wheel was catching the front one. Wobbly John would probably have just kept going.
I got on a Brompton and rode it off without fastening the main hinge. Amazingly, I managed about five yards before it became apparent that something was very wrong with the handling and the rear wheel was catching the front one. Wobbly John would probably have just kept going.
Getting towards the end of a 4 week tour I'd neglected to check the S&S couplings on the Thorn..... having your downtube separate mid ride is interesting....
So what words for a person displaying membership of the Thick Tendency can one use without offending anyone (except the target, obv)?
A Benny
Tied to a tree?
One version has it than "benny" derives from "bender" so is probably offensive to gayers. If it's him out of "Crossroads" then it's probably OK.
IIRC, "Benny" was (and probably still is) used as army slang for a resident of the Falkland Islands, and was derived from the aforementioned soap character.
Hence my reference to "Still" upthread. It goes something like this:
Hofficer: "Soldier, stop calling the residents of the Falklands Bennies. I understand it is a derogatory term, derived from a character in Crossroads."
Soldier:"But Sir"
Hofficer:"Or I shall put you on a charge"
Soldier:"Yes Sah!"
<time passes>
Hofficer:"Soldier, why are you calling the residents of the Falklands 'Stills'?"
Soldier:"Because they're still Bennies, Sah!"
I bought slim-line tonic water instead of 'full-fat'. :facepalm:
I bought slim-line tonic water instead of 'full-fat'. :facepalm:
Same hear, except it was milk. Familiarity problem, reached for the normal shelf, checked the date, product in the wrong place.
Unless it's something where you aren't aware of there being a choice, like when you accidentally buy a low-fat version of something. I once came home with a bottle of lime juice (pancakes, for the sprinkling of) because it was in a continuous shelf next to the lemon juice. I couldn't see the colour difference, and didn't think to read the label because what else was it going to be? :facepalm:
Thanks for reminding me Kim that buying milk in France can be amusing.
Unless it's something where you aren't aware of there being a choice, like when you accidentally buy a low-fat version of something. I once came home with a bottle of lime juice (pancakes, for the sprinkling of) because it was in a continuous shelf next to the lemon juice. I couldn't see the colour difference, and didn't think to read the label because what else was it going to be? :facepalm:
Buy limes rather than bottled juice. Tastes better and no risk of buying low-fat.1
1. Codeword for 'no taste'.
At least they've mostly standardised the lid colours now, though I appreciate this does not help the colour-blind.
Skimmed is RED
Semi-skimmed is GREEN
Full fat is BLUE.
Thanks for reminding me Kim that buying milk in France can be amusing.
Typical minefield for those of us who 'point & grunt'. I have at last got it 95% consistent and have learnt the hard way the difference between 'lait frais' and 'fraiche'. (I wouldn't advise adding the latter to your coffee!) Also the distinction between 'demi-ecreme' and 'entier'.
The easy bit is avoiding UHT cos that's never in a fridge . . .
...wasting 200g of Maxwell house coffee granules.
I spent a lovely half hour in Redcar Minor Injuries Unit (they were all lovely) ascertaining that yes, I've probably cracked a rib, and getting some drugs.A half hour! You got seen in a half hour!
A moment's inattention, touched wheels with the rider in front, all over the road. Luckily my (not insubstantial) right boob bore the brunt of the impact.
Ouch.
Pictures: clicky (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=19419.msg2037895#msg2037895)
... Not that I'd be sharing pictures of my right boob with many people mind.
Sorry, I should have been clearer. I was seen in about 5 minutes and out within half an hour.That is incredible.
Put a pizza in the oven last night for tea. Got it out and realised I had forgotten to take the polystyrene disc of the bottom first.
Put a pizza in the oven last night for tea. Got it out and realised I had forgotten to take the polystyrene disc of the bottom first.
Put a pizza in the oven last night for tea. Got it out and realised I had forgotten to take the polystyrene disc of the bottom first.
my sister once did that with a chicken, forgot to take the elastic off the legs :sick:
Put a pizza in the oven last night for tea. Got it out and realised I had forgotten to take the polystyrene disc of the bottom first.
my sister once did that with a chicken, forgot to take the elastic off the legs :sick:
I never take the elastic off the legs prior to roasting.
Elastic is removed during carving.
Pizza was surprisingly OK. The disk hadn't stuck to the pizza at all but had formed a 1 micron thick layer over the silicon pizza rack I was cooking it on. New rack needed I thought but a quick flex of the rack and it all peeled off in one go like sunburnt skin.
I'm going to die painfully in the near future for eating that pizza aren't I ....
Pizza was surprisingly OK. The disk hadn't stuck to the pizza at all but had formed a 1 micron thick layer over the silicon pizza rack I was cooking it on. New rack needed I thought but a quick flex of the rack and it all peeled off in one go like sunburnt skin.
I'm going to die painfully in the near future for eating that pizza aren't I ....
Muhahahhahahaha, points and laugh even more. That is something to tell random grand children at family get-together for years to come ... sorry :)
Muhahahhahahaha, points and laugh even more. That is something to tell random grand children at family get-together for years to come ... sorry :)
Currently on hols in Northern France. We've brought our bikes with us but I should've put a bit more thought into it.
Today's purchases include a set of tyre levers and a track pump.
Oh! The shame!
What was it I said I did for a living . . . ?
What was it I said I did for a living . . . ?
Currently on hols in Northern France. We've brought our bikes with us but I should've put a bit more thought into it.
Today's purchases include a set of tyre levers and a track pump.
Oh! The shame!
What was it I said I did for a living . . . ?
Fake tan. Oh, feck, what possessed me? Now I have to go to a wedding looking like a giraffe. Great.
Fake tan. Oh, feck, what possessed me? Now I have to go to a wedding looking like a giraffe. Great.
Fake tan. Oh, feck, what possessed me? Now I have to go to a wedding looking like a giraffe. Great.
Tall, leggy, great eyelashes, very elegant? Can't see the snag, personally! ;)
Would that some of the 'musicians' I have worked with had done the same... :(Currently on hols in Northern France. We've brought our bikes with us but I should've put a bit more thought into it.
Today's purchases include a set of tyre levers and a track pump.
Oh! The shame!
What was it I said I did for a living . . . ?
You give us all hope, John! (I was once 50 miles down the road on the way to a gig when I realise I'd left my guitar at home.....)
Poor explanation of what this product does - it produces steam but where does the waste water end up? Does it have to emptied? Does it vacuum?
Shimano sandals without socks are great cycling wear. Except when you push your fully loaded bike over your own toes..... :jurek: :facepalm:
Shimano sandals without socks are great cycling wear. Except when you push your fully loaded bike over your own toes..... :jurek: :facepalm:
Or worse: Propstand.
They'd soak up the blood from a propstand incident!
They'd soak up the blood from a propstand incident!
If it's a really bad propstand incident then socks help keep everything together until you get hold of some Tupperware.
Shimano sandals without socks are great cycling wear. Except when you push your fully loaded bike over your own toes..... :jurek: :facepalm:
Or worse: Propstand.
I'm not entirely convinced socks would help in either instance.
Shimano sandals without socks are great cycling wear. Except when you push your fully loaded bike over your own toes..... :jurek: :facepalm:
Two left feet?
Alarm goes off. Mr Larrington stumble bleary-eyed about his room, falling over things and mumbling. Mr Larrington switches on his laptop. Mr Larrington notices dearth of e-mail. Mr Larrington, forgetting he is wearing a gert big watch, squints at bottom right corner of screen and notices it has just gone midnight. Mr Larrington prods the alarm clock and finds it can be programmed with two alarm-going-off-time.
Mr Larrington utters foul curses in a Several of languages and goes back to bed.
Alarm goes off. Mr Larrington stumble bleary-eyed about his room, falling over things and mumbling. Mr Larrington switches on his laptop. Mr Larrington notices dearth of e-mail. Mr Larrington, forgetting he is wearing a gert big watch, squints at bottom right corner of screen and notices it has just gone midnight. Mr Larrington prods the alarm clock and finds it can be programmed with two alarm-going-off-time.
Mr Larrington utters foul curses in a Several of languages and goes back to bed.
BTDT
last night I forgot to set my alarm back to terra firma rather than North Sea. North Sea involves such delights as daily briefings at 0630
For extra divviness make sure your other set of car keys are hanging from a hook in the kitchen, three hundred miles from where your securely locked motorcar is currently parked.
Update: Bin-related divvishness successfully averted through advanced technology.
For extra divviness make sure your other set of car keys are hanging from a hook in the kitchen, three hundred miles from where your securely locked motorcar is currently parked.
Last time I did that (many, many moons ago just after passing test) I was in front of the police station. A very nice policeman showed me how easy it was to break into my car.
Not the first time I've made the key mistake, we only have one set, and I'm loathe to spend the £200 we were quoted on a spare set!
Anyway, the RAC man got in easy enough using the big plastic spudgers and rubber balloon on the door frame technique
I once broke into our old Passat with a wire coat-hanger.Wouldn't worry about the premium. However, you should worry about a 12 month sentence for perverting the course of justice by putting your hand up for your wife's misdemeanors!!! :demon:
Meanwhile, my passing divviness arises from having chivalrously paid the speeding fine and accepted a point on my licence when it was the missus wot dun it. Now we're thinking of buying a new car and insuring it, and I'm not sure that a non-virgin licence won't incur an increased premium. :-\
I once broke into our old Passat with a wire coat-hanger.Wouldn't worry about the premium. However, you should worry about a 12 month sentence for perverting the course of justice by putting your hand up for your wife's misdemeanors!!! :demon:
Meanwhile, my passing divviness arises from having chivalrously paid the speeding fine and accepted a point on my licence when it was the missus wot dun it. Now we're thinking of buying a new car and insuring it, and I'm not sure that a non-virgin licence won't incur an increased premium. :-\
Coming to a full stop in a safe and timely manner is better effected if, after removing the front wheel to get a a dead leaf stuck inside the mud-guard and making annoying shSHHHHhshhhSHHHHsssHHHHHhhsssSSShhh-type noises, one remembers to re-hook the front brake :facepalm:
You have quite a conscience, mrcharly. I'm sure most of us in that situation would have maybe felt a bit guilty but at the same time decided well, the supermarket won't miss it, I'll just make sure I don't make the same mistake next time.It was more the thought that the guy who monitors the self checkout would get into trouble that motivated my conscience, he's a nice bloke, always helpful and friendly.
You have quite a conscience, mrcharly. I'm sure most of us in that situation would have maybe felt a bit guilty but at the same time decided well, the supermarket won't miss it, I'll just make sure I don't make the same mistake next time.It was more the thought that the guy who monitors the self checkout would get into trouble that motivated my conscience, he's a nice bloke, always helpful and friendly.
And the One Show.I listened to the whole of the Now Show on iPlayer and there was nothing about the WMP initiative on close passes :facepalm:
When you accept work from an international source, always check what time zone they're using. :facepalm:
With a party like that, who needs to look at the clock?When you accept work from an international source, always check what time zone they're using. :facepalm:
BTDT
but what to do when one party is in California, another in UK and the third in Japan?
I thought this flat was too warm..... left the storage heaters switched on all day :facepalm:
I thought this flat was too warm..... left the storage heaters switched on all day :facepalm:
Thanks for the reminder - I need a new heater for my workshop.
Only noticed after I got to work. And with different fastening mechanisms!I think that gets you div-of-the-year award! Congratulations (or something). That is seriously some major distracted-thinking going on there.
(https://scontent-lht6-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/12006263_10153705107995625_5411272030388277476_n.jpg?efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&oh=d07d91489f1df0182b35f8858ee5a63b&oe=58FBC931)
Yeah, prawns are rubbish for keeping the pump in place on the seat stay.
I then noticed that the two relays adjoining the one I had replaced were exactly the same model with the exactly same wiring.Yeah, but Sod's law would have the adjoining relays wired differently to the replaced unit if you _hadn't_ taken the photgraphs.
** currently humming Alice's Restaurant.As am I now.
27 8 by 10 color glossy photos with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one saying what each one was.** currently humming Alice's Restaurant.As am I now.
He did tell us not to worry though as the RCD would have kicked in
Number suits owned by me. 5
Number of suits in car when I arrived at hotel in Staffordshire tonight for niece's wedding tomorrow. 0
:facepalm:
The other 2 are Woolworths.
Status improving to mildly eccentric uncle level. (Normal)Glad to hear, every family needs at least one :)
The other 2 are Woolworths.
No. Pound Shop. ;D
Ah, but do you know ALL the words?27 8 by 10 color glossy photos with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one saying what each one was.** currently humming Alice's Restaurant.As am I now.
Me too!
The other 2 are Woolworths.
No. Pound Shop. ;D
Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!
Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!How much?
Yes. Simon Harraghy, Lighting Designer par excellence, and general all-round Good Egg.Ah, but do you know ALL the words?27 8 by 10 color glossy photos with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one saying what each one was.** currently humming Alice's Restaurant.As am I now.
Me too!
Does ANYONE know ALL the words?
Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!
Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!Ouch!
Spent entire meeting wondering about reason for horrible medicinal smell in room. Eventually remembered had put savlon on crack in nostril.Agree that that's fairly div-like, but you're wrong about Savlon - the smell's amazing!
Did you hear the one about the builder who got his putty and his toothpaste mixed up?Nobody heard a word from him again?
My wife remains convinced that the hire car she left at Brum airport many moons ago changed colour while she was in Italy.
That reminds me, the Country Girl sign has been removed by some men in hi-vis with a flatbed lorry. Commissioned by Basil to deliver it to Waleslandshire?The Country Girl rusticated at last?
Many moons ago when I was about 10 yrs old my habit was to spend Saturday morning at the local swimming baths. One day I cycled down, had a couple of hours swimming with some friends and then followed them to the bus stop and got the bus home ???;D
It was only when my brother asked where my bike was that I realised.
Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!Ouch!
I've never quite done that (though I have been close)
Have you ever put the electrons in the wrong way up?Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!Ouch!
I've never quite done that (though I have been close)
Do you know, I have yet to put protons into my electric car! O:-)
Well, that would reverse the polarity of the neutron flow, so maybe you need to top up on neutrons. There's be no additional charge.Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!Ouch!
I've never quite done that (though I have been close)
Do you know, I have yet to put protons into my electric car! O:-)
Well, that would reverse the polarity of the neutron flow, so maybe you need to top up on neutrons. There's be no additional charge.Unleaded in a diesel car. Enough said!Ouch!
I've never quite done that (though I have been close)
Do you know, I have yet to put protons into my electric car! O:-)
Hope you help in the education of your fellow muppets! ;D
MrsC attended said course, due to circumstances nearly identical to yours.Hope you help in the education of your fellow muppets! ;D
I'm seriously considering taking the points and fine rather than put myself through what I expect to be an ordeal.
I suspect for "speed fines are just a tax on honest motorists" brigade it wasn't so lighthearted.
Given that fines have just gone up you might consider the naughty driver course good value. Instead of a fixed penalty you can now potentially face a fine of 50% of your (gross) weekly salary for a Band C offence
https://www.saga.co.uk/magazine/motoring/cars/using/the-uks-new-speeding-fines-explained.
Including the £26-worth of unleaded I put in, it cost me £210! Hopefully a mistake you make once! Fortunately, no lasting damage to the car appears to have occurred.I have just replaced the fuel cap on my car. The old one was labelled 'Unleaded', which is why I was such a div. It now says 'Diesel'. Quite why the car had the wrong cap is a mystery only the former owner could answer.
I have suffered an astronomy injury :-[
After dismounting the scope I thought I would unlock the mount so that the counterweights didn't stress the mechanism. Scope in one hand, I reached back to turn one of the locking levers, completely filling to appreciate the effect horizontal counterweights would have on the mount once free- until the rotating mount topped my fingertip. The weight of 9kg of iron trapping a fingertip between two corners makes one bruise and swear and dance around a bit.........
...and I met the barrel of bricks on its way down..
when I reattached the crank spindle to the I put it so the cranks were about 150o from each other
when I reattached the crank spindle to the I put it so the cranks were about 150o from each other
Chapeau. I've done that with square taper cranks before. Didn't think it was even possible with more modern types - don't they have splines and stuff to prevent such silliness?
when I reattached the crank spindle to the I put it so the cranks were about 150o from each other
Chapeau. I've done that with square taper cranks before.
when I reattached the crank spindle to the I put it so the cranks were about 150o from each other
Chapeau. I've done that with square taper cranks before.
If you managed that with a square taper crank something was quite spectacularly wrong. With a square taper I thought that the only options were: completely right (180o), completely wrong (0o), and bang in between the two (90o).
when I reattached the crank spindle to the I put it so the cranks were about 150o from each other
Chapeau. I've done that with square taper cranks before.
If you managed that with a square taper crank something was quite spectacularly wrong. With a square taper I thought that the only options were: completely right (180o), completely wrong (0o), and bang in between the two (90o).
when I reattached the crank spindle to the I put it so the cranks were about 150o from each other
Chapeau. I've done that with square taper cranks before.
If you managed that with a square taper crank something was quite spectacularly wrong. With a square taper I thought that the only options were: completely right (180o), completely wrong (0o), and bang in between the two (90o).
I've almost done it. Bought (or nearly bought) a replacement LH crank. The replacement had a square hole, the sides of which were parallel with the sides of the crank. The original had a square hole, the sides of which were at 45 degrees to the sides of the crank IYSWIM.
redux
Repeat after me:
"I must not weld in a T shirt"
Guess who has a sunburnt arm?
Guess who has a sunburnt arm?
I've got a black eye where the toilet lid fell on my face when I was cleaning the toilet.
That's pretty fecking divvy, but the true divvidom was not having a good convincing lie ready when my oppo asked how I did it and having to tell the truth.
Number suits owned by me. 5
Number of suits in car when I arrived at hotel in Staffordshire tonight for niece's wedding tomorrow. 0
:facepalm:
Blimey. That's a risky strategy, isn't it? :oNumber suits owned by me. 5
Number of suits in car when I arrived at hotel in Staffordshire tonight for niece's wedding tomorrow. 0
:facepalm:
I've taken note of this cautionary tale and posted my suit to Wales for my niece's wedding this weekend.
If it doesn't arrive in time I'll be nipping round to Basil's to see if I can borrow one of his.;D :thumbsup:
I've got a black eye where the toilet lid fell on my face when I was cleaning the toilet.
That's pretty fecking divvy, but the true divvidom was not having a good convincing lie ready when my oppo asked how I did it and having to tell the truth.
Number suits owned by me. 5
Number of suits in car when I arrived at hotel in Staffordshire tonight for niece's wedding tomorrow. 0
:facepalm:
I've taken note of this cautionary tale and posted my suit to Wales for my niece's wedding this weekend.
If it doesn't arrive in time I'll be nipping round to Basil's to see if I can borrow one of his.
In my bicycle?Number suits owned by me. 5
Number of suits in car when I arrived at hotel in Staffordshire tonight for niece's wedding tomorrow. 0
:facepalm:
I've taken note of this cautionary tale and posted my suit to Wales for my niece's wedding this weekend.
If it doesn't arrive in time I'll be nipping round to Basil's to see if I can borrow one of his.
Couldn't you just put a suit in your vehicle well in advance?
Or do something like putting a penknife in your shoe (my equivalent of tying knots in handkerchiefs)?
I only put 'normal' cutlery in the washing up bowl. Sharp knives stay on the side where they aren't hidden by bubbles.
Alas my better half does not always follow the same policy - this has led to more than a couple swears over the years :facepalm:
;DIn my bicycle?Number suits owned by me. 5
Number of suits in car when I arrived at hotel in Staffordshire tonight for niece's wedding tomorrow. 0
:facepalm:
I've taken note of this cautionary tale and posted my suit to Wales for my niece's wedding this weekend.
If it doesn't arrive in time I'll be nipping round to Basil's to see if I can borrow one of his.
Couldn't you just put a suit in your vehicle well in advance?Quote
Or do something like putting a penknife in your shoe (my equivalent of tying knots in handkerchiefs)?
It would probably fall through the gaps between the straps of my SPD sandals.
Blimey. That's a risky strategy, isn't it? :oNumber suits owned by me. 5
Number of suits in car when I arrived at hotel in Staffordshire tonight for niece's wedding tomorrow. 0
:facepalm:
I've taken note of this cautionary tale and posted my suit to Wales for my niece's wedding this weekend.QuoteIf it doesn't arrive in time I'll be nipping round to Basil's to see if I can borrow one of his.;D :thumbsup:
Question: Why on earth would I want to lug tyre levers and pump around with me? :facepalm:Better than lugging around a non-functional pump and trying to use it to inflate a newly patched tube by the roadside 15 miles into a 30 mile commute at double oh stupid o'clock. DAHIKT. See thread title for clue.
Standing in my kitchen wearing a lightweight dressing gown in a natty blue stripe. I realise I haven't tidied away all the shopping. Go to put the large pot of Yeo Valley yoghourt in the fridge & drop it.
The foil top ruptures & I get a directional spray of cool white organic yoghourt right up under my dressing gown :jurek: Quite refreshing really.......
Playing 4 v 4 touch rugby earlier (I'm not a player) I suddenly found myself on the wing with space to run. I made it all the way, then stopped essentially dead to ground the ball, and badly jarred both my ankles.
The left is probably going to be OK, but the right is still smarting, and currently wrapped in a bag of ice cubes and an old tee shirt.
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Oh well, I get to go on a speed awareness course, which should be fun.
Had to do a Video Conference from home.
So I fish out the USB webcam, and clip it to the top of the monitor.
The USB cable trails down the front of the PC onto the floor.
I pick it up and plug it into a USB 'ole on the front of the PC.
Nothing. No bing-bong, no blinkenlights.
Hmm. Try the other USB 'ole. Nothing.
Has Windows stopped seeing USB things?
No, memory stick is fine.
Re-boot just in case.
Nothing. Hmm, looks like the camera is kaput.
I go to put it away, and as I'm pulling up the cable, I notice...
I've not been plugging the webcam in and out.
I've been plugging the end of another random USB cable that was lying on the floor near the webcam's USB cable!
Had to do a Video Conference from home.
So I fish out the USB webcam, and clip it to the top of the monitor.
The USB cable trails down the front of the PC onto the floor.
I pick it up and plug it into a USB 'ole on the front of the PC.
Nothing. No bing-bong, no blinkenlights.
Hmm. Try the other USB 'ole. Nothing.
Has Windows stopped seeing USB things?
No, memory stick is fine.
Re-boot just in case.
Nothing. Hmm, looks like the camera is kaput.
I go to put it away, and as I'm pulling up the cable, I notice...
I've not been plugging the webcam in and out.
I've been plugging the end of another random USB cable that was lying on the floor near the webcam's USB cable!
I have done a similar thing. You might not know this, and if you don't you can have this tip for nothing (no need to thank me ;D ) but USB headsets only work when you plug them into your laptop. There's no point doing the whole "Hello, can you hear me? Oh FFS, this headset is useless, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" thing if you haven't plugged it in.
Had to do a Video Conference from home.
So I fish out the USB webcam, and clip it to the top of the monitor.
The USB cable trails down the front of the PC onto the floor.
I pick it up and plug it into a USB 'ole on the front of the PC.
Nothing. No bing-bong, no blinkenlights.
Hmm. Try the other USB 'ole. Nothing.
Has Windows stopped seeing USB things?
No, memory stick is fine.
Re-boot just in case.
Nothing. Hmm, looks like the camera is kaput.
I go to put it away, and as I'm pulling up the cable, I notice...
I've not been plugging the webcam in and out.
I've been plugging the end of another random USB cable that was lying on the floor near the webcam's USB cable!
I have done a similar thing. You might not know this, and if you don't you can have this tip for nothing (no need to thank me ;D ) but USB headsets only work when you plug them into your laptop. There's no point doing the whole "Hello, can you hear me? Oh FFS, this headset is useless, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" thing if you haven't plugged it in.
Or, speaking on a call for two minutes before realising you'd started the call on mute.
Has there *ever* been a VC session that hasn't started with 30 minutes of can-you-hear-me-can-you-see-me?
..
To this end, I got the new hoover out and gave the floor a quick going over. I was impressed how quiet and effective the new hoover is, this being the first time I have used it. I said this to CBH when she called.... only to be told that the new hoover is over 2 years old .... :facepalm:
This evening's plan was simply to complete the upper wing for the current build (port, centre and starboard sections); about 10 to 15 minutes work. Got to the starboard upper and found that the root rib was *fractionally* off perpendicular to the leading/trailing edge so that wasn't ever going to work. *Not* best pleased with myself.
Of course it was the only dud rib alignment out of some 20 plus of them wasn't it?
Cue 15 or 20 nerve wracking minutes with the 66TPI scalpel saw and a fine scalpel blade disconnecting the offending rib then a further 10 or so resetting and reglueing it.
Fortunately the fix seems to have worked, but, what with waiting for glue to set and other fettling, that was 2 hours gone rather than the planned quarter of an hour.
Not me this time, but
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/jul/13/texas-man-atm-bank-of-america-escape (https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/jul/13/texas-man-atm-bank-of-america-escape)
“Apparently he left his cellphone and the swipe card he needed to get out of the room outside in his truck,”
It's in Norway (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell,_Norway).It's also where Poles, being good Catholics, go for their holidays. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hel,_Poland)
Snork! :D And you were already damp & tired from the ride. Hope you've managed a hot bath & relaxing cup of tea.
Snork! :D And you were already damp & tired from the ride. Hope you've managed a hot bath & relaxing cup of tea.
Yeah. Then I went to work for eight hours. Then walked home in the rain with no coat.
Snork! :D And you were already damp & tired from the ride. Hope you've managed a hot bath & relaxing cup of tea.
Yeah. Then I went to work for eight hours. Then walked home in the rain with no coat.
:facepalm: Sending virtual hugs.
You are the person who turned up to a bunkhouse weekend without a sleeping bag after all...... ;)
This story would only have been improved if you'd been arrested for trying to break into your house.
Tried to break in by bashing the window with some garden furniture. Furniture bounced off the window.
I didn't get back from London till 0900 today.
...
Swallowed my pride and went to my friend's house to crash. My, how she laughed. I'll never be allowed to forget this one.
I didn't get back from London till 0900 today.
...
Swallowed my pride and went to my friend's house to crash. My, how she laughed. I'll never be allowed to forget this one.
:o
Well, you've certainly had some exciting times recently. Is the friend you mentioned, by any chance, Jane? ;D
... and Long Itchington?You are the person who turned up to a bunkhouse weekend without a sleeping bag after all...... ;)
Oh! Yes, I did didn't I ;D
... and Long Itchington?You are the person who turned up to a bunkhouse weekend without a sleeping bag after all...... ;)
Oh! Yes, I did didn't I ;D
After having smashed your own windows.This story would only have been improved if you'd been arrested for trying to break into your house.
Tried to break in by bashing the window with some garden furniture. Furniture bounced off the window.
even if you are a bit pissed, take the extra time to find the lid to the dips before you put them in your pannier to cycle home from the picnic.
Hummusageddon.
I appear to have mislaid a stem. A new stem. A new Thomson stem. :facepalm:
I have burnt my face. :(
Cooking a couple of lamb steaks on Friday. I had put way too much oil in the pan. When I turned one of them over it splashed full on hot oil onto my face. (Thank dog for spectacles)
"Ow", I thought, and carried on with the tasks in hand.
Should have cooled the affected areas immediately, but I didn't. I now have a few very unsightly burn marks on various parts of the old beautiful fizzog. And they hurt. And they're getting worse.
Bugger
I have burnt my face. :(IS THE MUSTACHE SAFE?
Cooking a couple of lamb steaks on Friday. I had put way too much oil in the pan. When I turned one of them over it splashed full on hot oil onto my face. (Thank dog for spectacles)
"Ow", I thought, and carried on with the tasks in hand.
Should have cooled the affected areas immediately, but I didn't. I now have a few very unsightly burn marks on various parts of the old beautiful fizzog. And they hurt. And they're getting worse.
Bugger
Model flying:
Hand starting a reluctant model aero engine, flick, flick, flick (a few minutes of this..) flick, vrrrrrrrrrrrrm, flick, OW! Dagnabbit, after all that I've just stopped the thing with my finger >:(
...a bit of hot water, a hot air gun mild persuasion and they are now unwarped. I just need them to dry out to see if they stay like that.
Rubber powered models. It's the way forward I tell you. :)Model flying:
Hand starting a reluctant model aero engine, flick, flick, flick (a few minutes of this..) flick, vrrrrrrrrrrrrm, flick, OW! Dagnabbit, after all that I've just stopped the thing with my finger >:(
Ah, that's OK then. Not just me........
On saving fingertips; last time I was across at Acle there was a chap starting his ICEs with a bench rigged Hucks Starter affair, sans Model T. Seemed much safer to me. I did wonder if it would be possible to jury-rig something similar from a cheapo battery drill.
On saving fingertips; last time I was across at Acle there was a chap starting his ICEs with a bench rigged Hucks Starter affair, sans Model T. Seemed much safer to me. I did wonder if it would be possible to jury-rig something similar from a cheapo battery drill.
Seen that done way back in the 1990s. Cheapo battery drills are much improved since then...
We have electric starters now. Motor with a big ali cup on the end, lined with a rubber insert...That's the bunny.
I have burnt my face. :(
Cooking a couple of lamb steaks on Friday. I had put way too much oil in the pan. When I turned one of them over it splashed full on hot oil onto my face. (Thank dog for spectacles)
"Ow", I thought, and carried on with the tasks in hand.
Should have cooled the affected areas immediately, but I didn't. I now have a few very unsightly burn marks on various parts of the old beautiful fizzog. And they hurt. And they're getting worse.
Bugger
I failed to submit advance notice in writing to the Red Baron's front derailleur for use of the granny ring on a short but steep climb, jammed the chain, rolled to a stop and fell over sideways in slow motion.
One grazed elbow, no witnesses. :-[
I'm working on a large graphic that is overlaid on a faded out map of the world. Earlier I munched a pear. Noticing a little juice splatter mark on my screen I attempted to remove it. It wasn't coming off. So I dabbed some isopropyl alcohol on a cloth and gave it a little more vim. Still not coming off. Hmm, thinks I.It was you, wasn't it?
It was only then, after several seconds of hmm, that I realised I was trying to erase St Helena.
The other day, I lost an SPD cleat. I'd not bothered stopping to sort it out, although it was obviously loose and getting more awkward to de-clip. And then, it was gone. Changed shoe the next day and found it very difficult to clip in. Odd. Oh well. Put a new cleat on the old shoe and it wasn't much better. Rode it a few days. Gave the bike into LBS (who had built it) to sort out the brake issue (turned out to be contaminated pads #2. Apparently).Choice.
As I collected it, the mechanic handed me a bit of metal with two screws in "You lost a cleat? it was in the pedal"
On extenuation, I'm sure I read somewhere that you don't need to put a lot of force into tightening lock-rings because they tighten naturally as you ride. IMHO they don't.
DO make sure, folks, to change at least one of the empty dual gas bottles before the Christmas dinner goes into the oven.
April, traditionally.DO make sure, folks, to change at least one of the empty dual gas bottles before the Christmas dinner goes into the oven.
Is it time to get the sprouts on already?
I set off out the gate onto the little rural lane this morning, as dawn's rosy fingers were [enough!..Ed.]
The value of a dynamo...???
The value of a dynamo...???
Sorry to confuse. I am a bit absent-minded, but having a hub dynamo means that my light is permanently attached to the bike, ad even I can't lose it!The value of a dynamo...???
I did that once with our old oven and ended up with a half carbon/half raw calzone that I'd spent hours making.
Building a 2x10 29er, transmission, hmmm... Got a LH 2 speed SRAM X7 trigger, OK we'll get a matching RH. So far so good. Next, rear derailleur, need an X7. <click>
Assemble all the bits this evening, add cassette & chain, crank it up. Derailleur won't go all the way down to 1st. Got all the clicks on the shifter and the cable is correctly routed. Check **EVERYTHING**. Twice. Still won't. Scrabble in the bin for the packaging hoping to find the instructions in case I've done something dumb.
Yep, I've done something dumb. Bought a 10sp shifter and a 9sp derailleur. No, I didn't know either. Arse . . .
Oh hell I just remembered I put some very smelly cheese in the overflow fridge (contains only white wine and beer except at Christmas or if we are having a party) in the garage after Mrs Pcolbeck complained it was stinking the kitchen out - about six weeks ago. I may have to find a cloths peg for my nose before opening the fridge to deal with it.
Oh hell I just remembered I put some very smelly cheese in the overflow fridge (contains only white wine and beer except at Christmas or if we are having a party) in the garage after Mrs Pcolbeck complained it was stinking the kitchen out - about six weeks ago. I may have to find a cloths peg for my nose before opening the fridge to deal with it.
Oh hell I just remembered I put some very smelly cheese in the overflow fridge (contains only white wine and beer except at Christmas or if we are having a party) in the garage after Mrs Pcolbeck complained it was stinking the kitchen out - about six weeks ago. I may have to find a cloths peg for my nose before opening the fridge to deal with it.
I can get you a gas mask and NBC suit if you think it might be necessary
Ops......
CBH has just phoned to inform me that her rich, cat loving uncle has just died.
Reflecting back: "I don't suppose he will leave us anything in his will" was not the right reply to this sad news :facepalm:
Today was the first outing for my Walz wool cap this winter...
...I've just found it in the load I removed from the washing machine. :facepalm:
Watch this space to see whether we're going to have to line assorted forumites' children up for a cinderella who's-got-a-sufficiently-small-head competition again.
Hotplates that have had coffee pots on them for the las 45 minutes are bloody hot. The blister on the end of my right-hand forefinger is going to make life a bit difficult for a day or two :facepalm:
Hotplates that have had coffee pots on them for the las 45 minutes are bloody hot. The blister on the end of my right-hand forefinger is going to make life a bit difficult for a day or two :facepalm:
I nonchalantly put my hand behind me to lean on the counter top once at a party whilst engaged in a wholly inappropriate conversation with someone I really shouldn't have but really rather wanted to. Except it wasn't a counter top. It was the hot plate of an electric cooker.
It ruined the mood.
Today was the first outing for my Walz wool cap this winter...
...I've just found it in the load I removed from the washing machine. :facepalm:
Watch this space to see whether we're going to have to line assorted forumites' children up for a cinderella who's-got-a-sufficiently-small-head competition again.
Today was the first outing for my Walz wool cap this winter...
...I've just found it in the load I removed from the washing machine. :facepalm:
Watch this space to see whether we're going to have to line assorted forumites' children up for a cinderella who's-got-a-sufficiently-small-head competition again.
Bad news for the younger generation: It appears to still be Kim-sized. :thumbsup:
Most kids' heads (not faces) aren't much smaller than adults anyway. The skull does much growing in infancy but little thereafter.
"Measure, measure, cut" springs to mind. Or "measure... measure..???... CU*T ! ! !" in the present case.
"Measure, measure, cut" springs to mind. Or "measure... measure..???... CU*T ! ! !" in the present case.
"Measure once, buy twice"
Today's ISAFD moment: I looked and thought about posting in the Lift the Lid subforum.
What was I thinking!
"Measure, measure, cut" springs to mind. Or "measure... measure..???... CU*T ! ! !" in the present case.
"Measure once, buy twice"
Today's ISAFD moment: I looked and thought about posting in the Lift the Lid subforum.
What was I thinking!
From observation of previous home-owners' attempts at carpentry in my house:
"Measure once, use Birmingham screwdriver and/or bigger nails to fit."
Good thought, but yes. But I think I might disconnect the lot anyway and tin the ends of the cable before I reconnect it - it's multistrand rather than the more usual single-strand used for domestic cabling. Overhead soldering, though - fun & games, right over my desk. Don't worry, I'll put a bag over my head.
Trapped finger in door, passed out from pain, faceplanted on kitchen floor.
Impressive bruises and five stiches in my lip. Oops.
Finger is fine tho.
Trapped finger in door, passed out from pain, faceplanted on kitchen floor.Has eldest cub made up for the not noticing anything yet? Maybe by cleaning up the claret from the floor?
Impressive bruises and five stiches in my lip. Oops.
Finger is fine tho.
Trapped finger in door, passed out from pain, faceplanted on kitchen floor.
Impressive bruises and five stiches in my lip. Oops.
Finger is fine tho.
Heigh ho. The fluorescents in my office not having worked all morning,,,Home office?
Good thought, but yes. But I think I might disconnect the lot anyway and tin the ends of the cable before I reconnect it - it's multistrand rather than the more usual single-strand used for domestic cabling. Overhead soldering, though - fun & games, right over my desk. Don't worry, I'll put a bag over my head.
In another story of plumbery from long ago, the Inlaw Paw put a bucket under the U-bend from the kitchen sink, unscrewed the plug and let the accumulated gleh & foul water out. He then handed the bucket to his ever-loving to dispose of. When he was back in under preparing to put the plug in again she emptied it down the sink.
Phew. Eight lives to go.
Bike theft is not "petty" crime! :o
3) Looking at the busted chain I see it split at the kwik-link - one half of it is still there. If I had taken a look and seen this last night I could have hunted around for the other half in hopes that it hadn't broken, but the link had somehow just come undone, thus allowing me to cycle home.
I carry a chain tool for this reason. In 20+ years of carrying it I've only used it once on the road, and that was for someone else.
Remembers The Tunnels Ride....... curls up in a ball in the corner of his office & starts moaning .... :facepalm:
When adding all the ingredients to the bread maker one should really check to make sure that one has installed the mixer paddle first ...I've done that. Results in an inedible mess. I've also on one occasion added all the ingredients except... the yeast. That resulted in something actually eatable but best described as a brick of flat bread!
At the risk of giving egg sucking lessons, a contactless bank card can be used in lieu of an Oyster card, getting Oyster style pricing.
2) I walked the 2km back from whence I had come to leave my bike and hop on the Tube (closer than the closest station which would allow a bicycle). I open up my wallet to get my Oyster card and ... no card. I forgot to put it back into my wallet after its most recent usage. A single ticket cost nearly double what I would have paid with the Oyster!
:(
Took me a moment to remember which particular one you were referring to (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=75508.msg1584891#msg1584891). Possibly because your repeated chain repairs (and associated loss of gear range) didn't actually impact the average speed of the ride significantly.
At the risk of giving egg sucking lessons, a contactless bank card can be used in lieu of an Oyster card, getting Oyster style pricing.
2) I walked the 2km back from whence I had come to leave my bike and hop on the Tube (closer than the closest station which would allow a bicycle). I open up my wallet to get my Oyster card and ... no card. I forgot to put it back into my wallet after its most recent usage. A single ticket cost nearly double what I would have paid with the Oyster!
:(
Just very-nearly blew up my USA->UK mains transformer on first time of using it (in UK). Plugged it in without first checking the input voltage selector which was of course still set to 110V rather than 240V.
[...]. Close one!
I'm not sure how 8 mugs of coffee substituted for the biblical flood, but it did. I don't have a small kitchen.
the 220v has one of those multiple style sockets that accept UK, European and, damn it, USA plugs
Driving back last night from funeral in northampton, googlemaps wanted to send me from M1 to M18. "No, i thought, I know better, I'm staying on the M1"I've stopped questioning my satnav when it makes detour recommendations. I know i'm going to regret it one day, but it's done me proud over the last couple of years.
3miles further on, crawling through miles of roadworks, then a diversion that toook hours. what should have been a 2.5-3 hour drive took 5 hours. Bloody idiot
Driving back last night from funeral in northampton, googlemaps wanted to send me from M1 to M18. "No, i thought, I know better, I'm staying on the M1"I've stopped questioning my satnav when it makes detour recommendations. I know i'm going to regret it one day, but it's done me proud over the last couple of years.
3miles further on, crawling through miles of roadworks, then a diversion that toook hours. what should have been a 2.5-3 hour drive took 5 hours. Bloody idiot
I was heading west on the M25 on Thursday afternoon, aiming for Wales. Instead of coming off the M25 to join the M4 by Heathrow, the satnav directed me onto the M3, then onto the A322 through Bracknell to join the M4 at J10. I was a bit dubious but followed its advice anyway. The A322 is a slower road, with a number of roundabouts and traffic lights to negotiate, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's genuinely quicker than dealing with the usual congestion around Heathrow.That's part of the route I've been using to / from Kent these 20+ years. Every now and again you'll come a cropper with roadworks and Bracknell is best avoided at rush hour, but otherwise journey times over that leg are pretty predictable and avoiding the Heathrow corner has saved me no end of time over the years.
Yup. Me too.I was heading west on the M25 on Thursday afternoon, aiming for Wales. Instead of coming off the M25 to join the M4 by Heathrow, the satnav directed me onto the M3, then onto the A322 through Bracknell to join the M4 at J10. I was a bit dubious but followed its advice anyway. The A322 is a slower road, with a number of roundabouts and traffic lights to negotiate, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's genuinely quicker than dealing with the usual congestion around Heathrow.That's part of the route I've been using to / from Kent these 20+ years. Every now and again you'll come a cropper with roadworks and Bracknell is best avoided at rush hour, but otherwise journey times over that leg are pretty predictable and avoiding the Heathrow corner has saved me no end of time over the years.
The other alternative when you can't even get to the M3 junction (when heading "west") is to come off at the A3 and go north about round Woking via Chobham back up to the A322. Not fast, but still a bloody sight faster than sitting still on the outer London Orbital Car Park and you can always stop at a pub for lunch if the trip gets prolonged.
Just very-nearly blew up my USA->UK mains transformer on first time of using it (in UK). Plugged it in without first checking the input voltage selector which was of course still set to 110V rather than 240V.
[...]. Close one!
That USA to UK transformer will be the death of me. Hooked up the usain home theater kit to check if it works ok from a transformer. In my haste I managed to plug it all into the 220v rather than 110v outlet. (the 110v is a USA only socket but the 220v has one of those multiple style sockets that accept UK, European and, damn it, USA plugs)
Happily the AV receiver has a protection circuit and just didn't power on - no damage done. The sub however sat there for a few seconds before making a deep dull "thud" and will speak no more. Thankfully it was a relatively cheap one.
Large slab of gaffer tape requisitioned to cover up that 220v outlet.
...and then, of course, you go on to rant about how expensive it is to mend bikes.
About 30k from the end of today's ride, I decided it was time to turn the lights on.
Back lights - fine.
Front lights - no workee.
What's the problem?
The batteries are still in the charger at home...
There is a good reason why you should turn sossidges over at half-time when oven-cooking them.Was that 40 minutes a side or 45?
Still, my jaw muscles got a good workout :-\
Either I'm a TOTAL feckin' div or there's something wrong with the oven. Because the mash on top of tonight's shepherd's pie came out resembling a terracotta roof tile >:(
Either I'm a TOTAL feckin' div or there's something wrong with the oven. Because the mash on top of tonight's shepherd's pie came out resembling a terracotta roof tile >:(
We have a new oven. I have attempted to cook jacket potatoes on defrost setting.Keep trying. You are getting warmer(click to show/hide)
Had an early flight to Southampton this morning so set off down the A34, at Newbury I took the exit to the M4 and headed for Heathrow....
I wonder who could have gone to Mr Sainsbury's House Of Toothy Comestibles today, corralled a herd of wild groceries and then discovered he'd left his wallet at home?that is why the have a portal on the inter web. It allows one to sit in ones Lycra undies with ones wallet in easy reach whilst young things scurry about the aisles corralling the wild groceries on ones behalf. It is wise to remember to be correctly attired when one of the young things arrives in a box van with said toothy comestibles intent on depositing them upon ones doorstep.
I wonder who could have gone to Mr Sainsbury's House Of Toothy Comestibles today, corralled a herd of wild groceries and then discovered he'd left his wallet at home?
I wonder who could have gone to Mr Sainsbury's House Of Toothy Comestibles today, corralled a herd of wild groceries and then discovered he'd left his wallet at home?
Can also occur at Son of Morris' house of ingestible products :facepalm:
My brother very kindly gave me tickets to Suggs' one-man show for Christmas. Great! I was really looking forward to it, and noticing the tickets stuck to the side of the fridge this afternoon, thought I'd better check the date and put it in my calendar so I don't forget...
Saturday 10th February
:facepalm:
we were flying with caning baggage only.
My brother very kindly gave me tickets to Suggs' one-man show for Christmas. Great! I was really looking forward to it, and noticing the tickets stuck to the side of the fridge this afternoon, thought I'd better check the date and put it in my calendar so I don't forget...
Saturday 10th February
:facepalm:
A Gomez moment :-[
Better to put gaffer tape over the "Grill" button coz I've only ever used it by accident.:thumbsup: 8)
That's what you get for cleaning stuff.
That's what you get for cleaning stuff.
ITYM that’s what you get for letting other people clean your stuff.
That's what you get for cleaning stuff.
ITYM that’s what you get for letting other people clean your stuff.
It was me wot dun it!
I will (one day) measure the chain before I clean it.
:facepalm:
I've been away in That London for a week, and left the commuter bike a bit wet, dirty and sorry for itself.
So this evening, I gave it a quick clean-up for next week.
I managed to repeat my previous cassette fuck-up with 100% accuracy.
WFT is going on?
At least I spotted it this time as I was checking out the indexing.
I've been away in That London for a week, and left the commuter bike a bit wet, dirty and sorry for itself.
So this evening, I gave it a quick clean-up for next week.
I managed to repeat my previous cassette fuck-up with 100% accuracy.
WFT is going on?
At least I spotted it this time as I was checking out the indexing.
It's nature's way of telling you to stop cleaning your cassette so assiduously....
....Along the wrong side of the tape.Ouch, ouch, ouch. On the bright side at least you hadn't fitted it and _then_ cut it.
Quote from: andytheflyer....Along the wrong side of the tape.Ouch, ouch, ouch. On the bright side at least you hadn't fitted it and _then_ cut it.
I've got a little lump just inside my left ear which won't go away. I've been meaning to get it looked at for ages....
Earlier today I noticed crusted blood on the outside of my ear.... oh shit, time to make an appointment with the GP.
An hour or so later I recalled nicking the edge of that ear with my razor, that's where the blood is from, phew.
Guess who found their spare Garmin quarter-turn mount that they'd been looking for for a fortnight, two days after the replacement arrived :facepalm:Can't be me cause I found my polarised filter about two hours after the replacement arrived ... doh!
That sounds UNtidy. How can you dispense Leading Thoughts if your head is coming apart?
That sounds UNtidy. How can you dispense Leading Thoughts if your head is coming apart?
Indeed. Fortunately, I scrubbed all the peeling skin off in the bath last night and my head is tidy and ready to dispense leadership again.
I've just spent 10 minutes clearing a solder bridge between two adjacent pins on an integrated circuit before realising that they are connected together anyhow.It could be that the writing of this previous post has slightly reduced my tendency to such divviness, by making me remember possible stupidity traps. I was about to start clearing a solder bridge today when I checked the layout and found that the two pins are connected, so I was able to leave well alone.
Learning from your own mistakes is great. Learning from other people's is much more fun.I've just spent 10 minutes clearing a solder bridge between two adjacent pins on an integrated circuit before realising that they are connected together anyhow.It could be that the writing of this previous post has slightly reduced my tendency to such divviness, by making me remember possible stupidity traps. I was about to start clearing a solder bridge today when I checked the layout and found that the two pins are connected, so I was able to leave well alone.
Last year I bought 3 travel padlocks for securing luggage. 4 digit combination locks.
Can’t remember what I set them to & the one on this overnight bag is shut :facepalm:
You've been auditioning for Monty Python's 'Upper Class Twit of the Year'! :o :o :o
Mending a door handle using box of old parts. I needed to cut the bar, that joins the two handles together, to fit.
Have it in the vice, attacking it with the junior hacksaw. It required a fair amount of welly, must have been hardened steel or something, getting about 80% through and thought "This'll give any second n........" BLAM! Final bit sheers, sending my ungloved thumb directly into the freshy cut, hot metal stub.
My testes receded into my body, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. i inspected the wound. Deep, grey wound. "Oh, it's not even bleedi........" Wave of pain, profuse bleeding ensues. I went through several dressings before it started to gum up giving me ample time to think "I'm such a fecking div!"
On the way out the door this morning, glanced at the table and thought 'What's that pile of clothes?', figured it out when I got out the shower at work :facepalm:
In Brussels Monday. Computer running low. Reach in bag for adaptor, take out adaptor. Note the missing euro-noggin. Which is on my desk at home. Sigh. Decide to charge my phone instead. Reach in bag, take out adaptor. Note UK plug. Sigh. Decide to go to bed. Reach in bag for PJs. You know the story. At least I remembered pants. You have no idea how expensive pants are at the airport. I don't want designer pants, I tell them. They smile wistfully. It's that or commando and they know it. Honestly, I once spent over a hundred quid on a week's worth of underpants.
Good job it was just an overnighter.
. So I went and got a couple of bottles of Duvel instead.And a much better use of train traveling time if I do say so myself :)
Oh, I agree. One of the most wonderful gadgets is the spill plane, which does nothing but:
https://youtu.be/3os1txIj5dA
Oh, I agree. One of the most wonderful gadgets is the spill plane, which does nothing but:
https://youtu.be/3os1txIj5dA
And now I know what a 'spill' actually is. Always assumed they meant the bastard hybrid of a match and a lolly stick that we used to distribute fire to the bunsen burners at school.
Oh, I agree. One of the most wonderful gadgets is the spill plane, which does nothing but:
https://youtu.be/3os1txIj5dA
And now I know what a 'spill' actually is. Always assumed they meant the bastard hybrid of a match and a lolly stick that we used to distribute fire to the bunsen burners at school.
I seem to remember my science teacher calling them a taper?
Oops
Long ride today in a generally circular motion. Seems that I maintained the sun on my LHS all day, and despite use of sunscreen, have something of a demarcation line running down my nose and a slight panda-ishness about my eyes from the sunglasses.
A word of advice to everyone. If you are dependent on externally administered chemicals for any reason whatsoever, it is best to remember to take your medicine every day. Especially if they are mind altering chemicals.I use the medisafe app to remind me
#DAHIKT
None of the usual combinations of birthdays or phone numbers work. Of course it’s something so simple & unforgettable I’ve not written it down :facepalm:
Bugger! The rubber O ring from the Trangia cap was stuck to the burner. I didn’t notice & when I lit the stove it melted & blocked the burner holes.
I see some scraping & unblocking in my future
Where does a chap hide a spare O ring ......... ?
Recently I’ve been riding my Di2 equipped “posh” bike, but the last couple of days it’s been wet so I was out on the conventionally geared machine. And I noticed the almost silent running of the drive train compared to the posh bike. Today I decided to have a look see to see if I could fathom why the Di2 gears were noisy. Up on the workstand and turn the cranks, hmmm chain line looks ok, chain clear of sprockets, running ok on the jockey wheels..... oh, why is the chain running behind that tab between the jockey’s ::-). So I break the chain (quick links ftw), re-route it in front of the cage tab, and reconnect. Blissfully silent running, and all before the chain wore thru the tab.
Recently I’ve been riding my Di2 equipped “posh” bike, but the last couple of days it’s been wet so I was out on the conventionally geared machine. And I noticed the almost silent running of the drive train compared to the posh bike. Today I decided to have a look see to see if I could fathom why the Di2 gears were noisy. Up on the workstand and turn the cranks, hmmm chain line looks ok, chain clear of sprockets, running ok on the jockey wheels..... oh, why is the chain running behind that tab between the jockey’s ::-). So I break the chain (quick links ftw), re-route it in front of the cage tab, and reconnect. Blissfully silent running, and all before the chain wore thru the tab.
Ah yes, I've done that one (without the Di2-ness) as well. :facepalm:
And that, kids, is why the Sun Tour "quick cage" wants badly to be reinvented ;D
I duly promise to get one. I am wary of seatpost sizes, so purchase a micrometer to properly check. The post moderne has a 25.4mm post, but with a shim. I check the pilot seatpost to get the right size. 27.2mm. Thudbuster of same size purchased.
...and bought an old school dial gauge version, with a resolution of 0.01mm. Plenty accurate enough for meAndy, I'd have thought for the big stuff you build measuring to the nearest yard would be more than close enough. :)
Quote from: andytheflyer...and bought an old school dial gauge version, with a resolution of 0.01mm. Plenty accurate enough for meAndy, I'd have thought for the big stuff you build measuring to the nearest yard would be more than close enough. :)
I'm tempted to re-black it by heating it up and dropping it in oil but this will probably anneal it and make it soft.It was an awfully long time ago but my memory is slow cool to anneal, fast quench to temper. It could well be hardened though and that has to be the last process, you would make it soft by undoing (to some extent) the hardening.
Been reading a LOT of Pratchett recently.
Yesterday, whilst completing some official type forms, I dated one Sunday 10th Grune 2018 :facepalm:
That annual favourite: stopping the spinning wheel by hand when there's a studded tyre on it. Been a while since I used the mountain bike...
That annual favourite: stopping the spinning wheel by hand when there's a studded tyre on it. Been a while since I used the mountain bike...
Some people pay others to inflict decorative scars , you just DIY.... :facepalm: Hope there was nothing other than bad swears as a result.
I'm curious, where does this sit on the divviness continuum? Take a new packet of cling film and rip off the cutter instead of opening the box.
Don't boarding passes just mysterious appear on your phone these days?
:facepalm: :facepalm: :facepalm: :facepalm: Just got back from my early morning ride to discover that I had put my bibshorts on the wrong way around, so the front was at the back etc.... :facepalm: :facepalm: :facepalm:
I thought they felt a bit tight across my chest!
Depends on whether you use the cutter, I suppose.
Barakta and I have a compromise: I don't moan about the clingfilm living boxless and requiring unpredictable hand-ripping, and she doesn't bin the box for the foil.
My driving entitlement runs until 2032 but the expiry date on teh photocard is May 2018.
I've come into work today without any of my painkillers.* starting to get rather sore, but fortunately I have to travel to site in a couple of hours which means driving past home so I can call in and pick them up.
* As I typed this I remembered the emergency stash in my office bag. Only one tablet so a half dose but hopefully it will take the edge of the discomfort.
It's fortunately only a plastic blade so it only removed a quantity of skin from my arm as I reached through the whirling blade to adjust the angle.So it wasn't that you forgot the fan was there then, you were actually attempting to adjust the fan? :facepalm: ::-) ;D
It's fortunately only a plastic blade so it only removed a quantity of skin from my arm as I reached through the whirling blade to adjust the angle.So it wasn't that you forgot the fan was there then, you were actually attempting to adjust the fan? :facepalm: ::-) ;D
It's fortunately only a plastic blade so it only removed a quantity of skin from my arm as I reached through the whirling blade to adjust the angle.So it wasn't that you forgot the fan was there then, you were actually attempting to adjust the fan? :facepalm: ::-) ;D
What actually happened was that as I switched it on the head of the fan flipped back (because it's not counterweighted by the fan guard). This was as I reached around to make an adjustment. It wasn't quite as divvy as I made it sound. Other than operating a fan without the guard, of course. I have been planning to fix the guard back in place for a couple of years now. I have one of those swanky overpriced Dyson thingies but my wife is is working at home and has just sequestered it (on the grounds I complained about the price, thusly I don't want it).
It's fortunately only a plastic blade so it only removed a quantity of skin from my arm as I reached through the whirling blade to adjust the angle.So it wasn't that you forgot the fan was there then, you were actually attempting to adjust the fan? :facepalm: ::-) ;D
What actually happened was that as I switched it on the head of the fan flipped back (because it's not counterweighted by the fan guard). This was as I reached around to make an adjustment. It wasn't quite as divvy as I made it sound. Other than operating a fan without the guard, of course. I have been planning to fix the guard back in place for a couple of years now. I have one of those swanky overpriced Dyson thingies but my wife is is working at home and has just sequestered it (on the grounds I complained about the price, thusly I don't want it).
Of course you couldn't see the fan blade going round because it was going round
It's fortunately only a plastic blade so it only removed a quantity of skin from my arm as I reached through the whirling blade to adjust the angle.So it wasn't that you forgot the fan was there then, you were actually attempting to adjust the fan? :facepalm: ::-) ;D
What actually happened was that as I switched it on the head of the fan flipped back (because it's not counterweighted by the fan guard). This was as I reached around to make an adjustment. It wasn't quite as divvy as I made it sound. Other than operating a fan without the guard, of course. I have been planning to fix the guard back in place for a couple of years now. I have one of those swanky overpriced Dyson thingies but my wife is is working at home and has just sequestered it (on the grounds I complained about the price, thusly I don't want it).
Of course you couldn't see the fan blade going round because it was going round
Just gone out to do some emergency shopping & tripped over a sleeping policeman as I crossed the road. Flat on my hands & knees in the middle of the road with car drivers stopping to see if I was OK :-[
A bloodied knee & 2 scraped palms :facepalm:
Just gone out to do some emergency shopping & tripped over a sleeping policeman as I crossed the road. Flat on my hands & knees in the middle of the road with car drivers stopping to see if I was OK :-[
A bloodied knee & 2 scraped palms :facepalm:
Or taken the Dyson from upstairs, though that would be admission that I support the purchase of a stupidly expensive fan (and Dyson is a bit of a twat).You could argue that the Dyson fan is worth the cost for how much more difficult it is to get your fingers caught in the blades.
When sanding down parts of a balsa airframe make sure, unless you really, really, really want engrained sooty marks on it, to pick up any sanding block except the one you use for sharpening pencils.
Touché.When sanding down parts of a balsa airframe make sure, unless you really, really, really want engrained sooty marks on it, to pick up any sanding block except the one you use for sharpening pencils.
"points and laughs...." ;D
Touché.When sanding down parts of a balsa airframe make sure, unless you really, really, really want engrained sooty marks on it, to pick up any sanding block except the one you use for sharpening pencils.
"points and laughs...." ;D
Just gone out to do some emergency shopping & tripped over a sleeping policeman as I crossed the road. Flat on my hands & knees in the middle of the road with car drivers stopping to see if I was OK :-[
A bloodied knee & 2 scraped palms :facepalm:
And it's exactly on the limit 'recommended' for enforcement of +10% & 2mph over.
That's wank. Pure revenue raising.
Making 2 slices of toast on a Dualit toaster involves switching the number of slices to two.
It's also repairable, which is a good thing. The clockwork switch was a weak point in ours, but since I changed it there have been no toast related incidents caused by mechanical failure. User mis-operation though cannot be discounted.Making 2 slices of toast on a Dualit toaster involves switching the number of slices to two.
You'd think I might have grasped that one after 16 years of Dualit toaster ownership.
You might also imagine that having been using the thing for so long, I never get caught out by someone having unplugged it.*
You'd think that, wouldn't you?
*For those not familiar with Dualit operation, it uses a clockwork timer and manual pop-up mechanism. Its robust simplicity is its strength (it's still going strong after 16 years) but also its weakness, as it is possible to operate it without power, which means it is possible to stand there for several minutes watching the timer wind down, only to be left with still cold bread at the end of it...
You'd think that, wouldn't you?
And it's exactly on the limit 'recommended' for enforcement of +10% & 2mph over.
That's wank. Pure revenue raising.
Or just bad luck - which if it continues, probably means I won't get the choice of a Speed Awareness Course as I've already done one (years ago). I was doing 35 in a 30 zone that time - again, right on the borderline. Sigh...
Centre negative is a work of Stan
Why wouldn't they just tell you that, rather than you having to work it out?
Me, yesterday, on the phone to the bank:
"I have some standing orders that don't appear to have been paid, can you investigate?"
Nice chap at bank: "They will be paid on the next working day..."
Penny drops. It is a Bank Holiday in England!
(Quite why the bank computers need a holiday is a whole different question, but we won't go there...)
This is an English/British bank.
The problem was that not all Scottish people observe English Bank Holidays, so I had forgotten that there was one...
Riding along a Dutch fietspad the bike felt a bit odd, like the front end was loose.....
The front end _was_ loose. I hadn’t used enough welly when retightening the S&S couplings after lubing them during the last service :facepalm:
AIUI Bank Holidays in Scotland are holidays for banks but not for anyone else.This is an English/British bank.
The problem was that not all Scottish people observe English Bank Holidays, so I had forgotten that there was one...
I didn't expect banks to be closed; it certainly didn't feel like a Bank Holiday. I was within a stone's throw of the HQ of the Royal Bank of 'Scotland'. (I know it's part of NatWest.)
Do NOT get me started on Public Holidays in Scotland...AIUI Bank Holidays in Scotland are holidays for banks but not for anyone else.This is an English/British bank.
The problem was that not all Scottish people observe English Bank Holidays, so I had forgotten that there was one...
I didn't expect banks to be closed; it certainly didn't feel like a Bank Holiday. I was within a stone's throw of the HQ of the Royal Bank of 'Scotland'. (I know it's part of NatWest.)
Having sharpened my kindling axe, I did something today that only a complete fecking eejit would do. Once. Cue sore finger and blood dripping.
AIUI Bank Holidays in Scotland are holidays for banks but not for anyone else.This is an English/British bank.
The problem was that not all Scottish people observe English Bank Holidays, so I had forgotten that there was one...
I didn't expect banks to be closed; it certainly didn't feel like a Bank Holiday. I was within a stone's throw of the HQ of the Royal Bank of 'Scotland'. (I know it's part of NatWest.)
As I swept open my dressing gown and plonked myself down on the not, I failed to notice that one side of the towelling belt had dropped into the bowl.
Yes, dear reader. I shat on it.
:-X
As I swept open my dressing gown and plonked myself down on the not, I failed to notice that one side of the towelling belt had dropped into the bowl.
Yes, dear reader. I shat on it.
:-X
Obviously I meant I was sitting on the 'bog'. Not the 'not', whatever that would be. Still you seemed to have got that.
Obviously I meant I was sitting on the 'bog'. Not the 'not', whatever that would be. Still you seemed to have got that.
Having sharpened my kindling axe, I did something today that only a complete fecking eejit would do. Once. Cue sore finger and blood dripping.
Ahem, I've still got the scar, some 55 years later, on my thumb, after a similar incident, chopping firewood. I recall my late mum dragging me upstairs to the bathroom for repairs.
I messed up some git/gerrit pushes...*winces*
I put my bib shorts on back-to-front yesterday.
"Never mind" I thought, "take one leg out, spin them round and you'll be good to go" ................ :facepalm:
I put my bib shorts on back-to-front yesterday.
"Never mind" I thought, "take one leg out, spin them round and you'll be good to go" ................ :facepalm:
Ha! I caught my daughter wearing a shirt inside out on Saturday, at about 7pm!
I put my bib shorts on back-to-front yesterday.
"Never mind" I thought, "take one leg out, spin them round and you'll be good to go" ................ :facepalm:
Ha! I caught my daughter wearing a shirt inside out on Saturday, at about 7pm!
Probably a young person fashion statement.
She might be a professional tennis player.I put my bib shorts on back-to-front yesterday.
"Never mind" I thought, "take one leg out, spin them round and you'll be good to go" ................ :facepalm:
Ha! I caught my daughter wearing a shirt inside out on Saturday, at about 7pm!
Probably a young person fashion statement.
In less serious news...
When using thinned PVA to affix tissue to balsa, do not, the not bit is important, put a small pool of cyano on the same bit of yoghurt pot lid that is serving as your PVA glue "pot" and do not, these nots are important, then try to clean your favourite* cut-down 00 glue applying brush in it rather than in the small pot of water that you have set out for that express purpose.
Give the same answers but supply a random Hampstead postcode and see if that improves things!
I declare that NHS questionnaire to be utterly bunkum.
I don't know my current blood pressure or cholesterol level, so I put 'don't know' in for both of those.Helly, a few posts ago.
I do know that the last time my blood pressure was checked the doctor said it was 'perfect' and that my cholesterol was very marginally high on one check about six years ago, but the last time it was checked it was OK. I just don't know the numbers.
So, putting 'don't know' for both those questions it gave me an age two years above my current one.
Taking the option to lower both, it brought my heart age down to my real age.
Has anyone managed to get a score lower than the calendar?
Helly, a few posts ago.Oh, yes. I did see that, but on the phone at work. Wonder what the secret is?
I don't know my current blood pressure or cholesterol level, so I put 'don't know' in for both of those.
I do know that the last time my blood pressure was checked the doctor said it was 'perfect' and that my cholesterol was very marginally high on one check about six years ago, but the last time it was checked it was OK. I just don't know the numbers.
So, putting 'don't know' for both those questions it gave me an age two years above my current one.
Taking the option to lower both, it brought my heart age down to my real age.
Has anyone managed to get a score lower than the calendar?
The secret is Helly's healthy lifestyle. Either that or a new wonder pill she knows about, it's a secret not revealed to conventional medical science but which she is prepared to tell you about on receipt of appropriate payment. :DHelly, a few posts ago.Oh, yes. I did see that, but on the phone at work. Wonder what the secret is?
Helly, a few posts ago.Oh, yes. I did see that, but on the phone at work. Wonder what the secret is?
Surely there should be something about activity and exercise? Those are prime indicators of cardiovascular health (as is socio-economic status). My resting heart rate is about 42, which is half the pace of many people, so I'll live twice as long (and double that because I shop at Waitrose). Fact. I base this on shrews. They have really fast heart rates and don't live very long. Probably. I've never seen an old shrew anyway. In Waitrose. Possibly they go to Lidl.
It told me my bp was high - everyone has always told me it's been great before. I could have mis-remembered of course.
Surely there should be something about activity and exercise? Those are prime indicators of cardiovascular health (as is socio-economic status). My resting heart rate is about 42, which is half the pace of many people, so I'll live twice as long (and double that because I shop at Waitrose). Fact. I base this on shrews. They have really fast heart rates and don't live very long. Probably. I've never seen an old shrew anyway. In Waitrose. Possibly they go to Lidl.
that was my conjecture as well, RHR of 45-50, bloody fit. Yes I'm diabetic, but T1, and BMI<22. And no options for yes I smoke, but only the odd cigar now and then.
I'm not doing well this week, attended minor injuries this lunchtime with a 1"/2,5cm/25mm (see gravel thread) gash along the top of my left index finger, requiring superglue and butterfly closure. Now with a dressing on and a mass of tubigrip to stop me bending it too much I'm realising how much the index finger is used. Showering, typing, driving, etc.You can’t make posts of an ambiguous nature like this on this thread. We need details of your FDness. What do you think this is? FarceBrook??
Outer dressing needs to stay on till friday, which may mean the use of lobster mitts for my ride as that's the only things that'll fit
Mr. L. It might be an idea to let your previous abode know of your suspicions.
Especially if the room will be unoccupied for a while.
I'm not doing well this week, attended minor injuries this lunchtime with a 1"/2,5cm/25mm (see gravel thread) gash along the top of my left index finger, requiring superglue and butterfly closure. Now with a dressing on and a mass of tubigrip to stop me bending it too much I'm realising how much the index finger is used. Showering, typing, driving, etc.You can’t make posts of an ambiguous nature like this on this thread. We need details of your FDness. What do you think this is? FarceBrook??
Outer dressing needs to stay on till friday, which may mean the use of lobster mitts for my ride as that's the only things that'll fit
;D
how embarrased? On a scale of 1-10?12 ;)
I'm not doing well this week, attended minor injuries this lunchtime with a 1"/2,5cm/25mm (see gravel thread) gash along the top of my left index finger, requiring superglue and butterfly closure. Now with a dressing on and a mass of tubigrip to stop me bending it too much I'm realising how much the index finger is used. Showering, typing, driving, etc.Ooh, euro maths punctuation!
Outer dressing needs to stay on till friday, which may mean the use of lobster mitts for my ride as that's the only things that'll fit
I'm not doing well this week, attended minor injuries this lunchtime with a 1"/2,5cm/25mm (see gravel thread) gash along the top of my left index finger, requiring superglue and butterfly closure. Now with a dressing on and a mass of tubigrip to stop me bending it too much I'm realising how much the index finger is used. Showering, typing, driving, etc.Ooh, euro maths punctuation!
Outer dressing needs to stay on till friday, which may mean the use of lobster mitts for my ride as that's the only things that'll fit
Not unless you're a counting parrot.I'm not doing well this week, attended minor injuries this lunchtime with a 1"/2,5cm/25mm (see gravel thread) gash along the top of my left index finger, requiring superglue and butterfly closure. Now with a dressing on and a mass of tubigrip to stop me bending it too much I'm realising how much the index finger is used. Showering, typing, driving, etc.Ooh, euro maths punctuation!
Outer dressing needs to stay on till friday, which may mean the use of lobster mitts for my ride as that's the only things that'll fit
does that make me a polymath?
Not unless you're a counting parrot.I'm not doing well this week, attended minor injuries this lunchtime with a 1"/2,5cm/25mm (see gravel thread) gash along the top of my left index finger, requiring superglue and butterfly closure. Now with a dressing on and a mass of tubigrip to stop me bending it too much I'm realising how much the index finger is used. Showering, typing, driving, etc.Ooh, euro maths punctuation!
Outer dressing needs to stay on till friday, which may mean the use of lobster mitts for my ride as that's the only things that'll fit
does that make me a polymath?
pieces of nine. Parroty error.Not unless you're a counting parrot.I'm not doing well this week, attended minor injuries this lunchtime with a 1"/2,5cm/25mm (see gravel thread) gash along the top of my left index finger, requiring superglue and butterfly closure. Now with a dressing on and a mass of tubigrip to stop me bending it too much I'm realising how much the index finger is used. Showering, typing, driving, etc.Ooh, euro maths punctuation!
Outer dressing needs to stay on till friday, which may mean the use of lobster mitts for my ride as that's the only things that'll fit
does that make me a polymath?
pieces of eight!
FNRttC tonight, so obviously I just broke my rear light changing the flatteries.
To the soddering iron!
I had a helicopter wreck a stainless steel pair for me
Making coffee and loading the washingmangler are jobs which should be done separately. Having got the new-fangled front-loading whirling-television-of-textile-death loaded I caught myself pouring the contents of a just-boiled kettle onto the generous scoop of Fairy non-Bio in my coffee mug. :facepalm:So, are the clothes being washed in nescafe?
I need a Responsible Adult.
I once put grapefruit juice in my coffee. OK, more than once. The result actually tastes worse than it sounds.
In the departmental common room at uni we had a coffee machine which started giving a random number of the ingredients needed to make what was ordered.
So your white coffee with sugar would come with some, but not all, of coffee, milk powder, sugar, hot water and a cup.
In the departmental common room at uni we had a coffee machine which started giving a random number of the ingredients needed to make what was ordered.Made by Sirius Cybernetics? :)
Many moons ago where I worked had water boilers for the making of tea and coffee. Occasionally they went on the blink, and I had to resort to the vending machine. One such day I got a cup of milk - it wasn't uncommon for the vending machines to run out of one ingredient or other. So I went in search of coffee granules, and completed my beverage. Only to find that I have just put coffee into chicken soup. :sick: It's 35 years ago and I still shudder at the taste!
Mrs M was taking Master M somewhere this morning by car. I needed to get something from the garage. So, I opened the garage door while the car was outside, idling. This caused the CO alarm in the garage (which houses the gas boiler) to beat against my hangover for the next 20 minutes :(There's a lesson in there, and it's not about boilers or hangovers.
Mrs M was taking Master M somewhere this morning by car. I needed to get something from the garage. So, I opened the garage door while the car was outside, idling. This caused the CO alarm in the garage (which houses the gas boiler) to beat against my hangover for the next 20 minutes :(There's a lesson in there, and it's not about boilers or hangovers.
IIRC Stirling-Edinburgh trains stop at every lamp-post.
Hmm. That's a positive point, but the lesson I had in mind did not pertain particularly to Morat.Mrs M was taking Master M somewhere this morning by car. I needed to get something from the garage. So, I opened the garage door while the car was outside, idling. This caused the CO alarm in the garage (which houses the gas boiler) to beat against my hangover for the next 20 minutes :(There's a lesson in there, and it's not about boilers or hangovers.
The charitable version is that you know the CO alarm still works.
So that would be why the mattress got caught up on my (ottoman) bed every time I lifted the mechanism! Those screw on loops are not handles, they're supposed to be screwed in the other side to stop the mattress moving :-[
Before yesterday's ride, I had a gander in Open Runner at the BadenBaden3.gpx file El Prez had sent me. Then copied BadenBaden2.gpx into my eTrex.
I ordered some binary numbers for my wheelie bins. I got cross while trying to decide which font I wanted them in because the order form kept telling my I was below the minimum size for that font.
The numbers arrived this morning in an A4 card backed envelope.
I couldn’t find the numbers in the envelope so was cursing the supplier for efficiently getting it wrong. I then found the numbers sticky taped to the back of the invoice.
The 25mm numbers look cute on the wheelie bins, but lack the visual punch that the 25cm numbers I thought I’d ordered would have :facepalm:
Or, get one of those big magnifiers for televisions and stand it in front of the bin.I ordered some binary numbers for my wheelie bins. I got cross while trying to decide which font I wanted them in because the order form kept telling my I was below the minimum size for that font.
The numbers arrived this morning in an A4 card backed envelope.
I couldn’t find the numbers in the envelope so was cursing the supplier for efficiently getting it wrong. I then found the numbers sticky taped to the back of the invoice.
The 25mm numbers look cute on the wheelie bins, but lack the visual punch that the 25cm numbers I thought I’d ordered would have :facepalm:
Easy fix, order some dwarves to manage your bins...
Zap the bins with a shrink ray, and then the numbers will be the right size.
Just thinking about that is OUCH.
Reminds me of my own divness re allen keys, I'd been looking for the 3mm from one set all round the shed for most of the summer. Found it in the back pocket of my winter jacket.
In 2 1/8" there are 17/8 not 19/8.
Just thinking about that is OUCH.
Reminds me of my own divness re allen keys, I'd been looking for the 3mm from one set all round the shed for most of the summer. Found it in the back pocket of my winter jacket.
I was on a flight from ABZ to NWI one friday evening.
Pilot comes over the tannoy "welcome to this flight to Norwich".
Bloke in a row behind me stands up "I'm supposed to be going to Manchester!"
How TAF he managed to get onto the wrong airplane with two supposedly thorough checks inbetween I have no idea. I don't fly BMI any more.
Seething. Ordered four new tyres for Hercules le Peugeot. Got the size wrong.It sounds like it’s probab as well that you don’t do it for a living anymore ;D
Fucksake! I used to do this for a living. Seriously, you DICK!
You can go off people . . .
Seething. Ordered four new tyres for Hercules le Peugeot. Got the size wrong.It sounds like it’s probab as well that you don’t do it for a living anymore ;D
Fucksake! I used to do this for a living. Seriously, you DICK!
Cutting a rectangular hole for a pickup in a pic printed on 1mm aluminium. Drilled a hole for each corner. Dremeled out 3 sides perfectly. When cutting the last, narrow, side I let the cutting disc sink too far, and while I was carefully cutting to meet the hole at corner D the other edge went 5 mm beyond the hole at corner C. Arse.
passport - checkOnly if you’ve not forgotten your wallet!
laptop - check
drugs - check
anything else - buy on arrival
What's the name for a person who is building a vegetable storage drawers (c 800 x 600 x 1000 mm) requiring millimetric precision, is very pleased with themselves having planned meticulously to discover that they have sufficient material - just - who then proceeds to cut out all the pieces, again meticulously, then makes the cut out required to 16 of said pieces on the fly only to discover that 20mm too much has been removed, preventing said item from being supported? Oh, yes, I think I know ::-)
Also note: at this time of year, it's a good idea not to leave your bike outside overnight as the rear derailleur may freeze solid, leaving you stuck in your lowest gear for the mad dash to the station. Also, when you eventually get to the station (in time to see your train pulling away) you may find that your lock is frozen too and it takes a good ten minutes to defrost it enough to get the key in.
Every night, I unscrew top from my Merker razor, rinse under tap and wipe greasy shaving cream off side of blade with finger. reassemble. Takes about 10s.Ooh, aaahhhhh.. I've gone all woosy. Warm/cold, sweaty.....
Except that last night, I'm deep in thought about work stuff, I don't wipe greasy stuff off side with finger, I slide finger down the edge. Slide - finger - down - edge of new feather blade.
Straight down to the bone before I even felt it. Fuck. It actually sprayed across the sink onto the tiles before I could grab finger with the other hand. Thought I might have to head into A&E for a minute, but managed to get it to stop bleeding.
effing egit
OldWife's toothbrush?
Ooh, aaahhhhh.. I've gone all woosy. Warm/cold, sweaty.....
Deep breath. Head between knees.
Have you thought about growing a beard? :D
oh that's icy *drives gingerly*
Me today as I drive into the work offsite car parkOuch. GWS.Quoteoh that's icy *drives gingerly*
Me as I then walk out of the car park to the office. *whoosh* *Splat* feet went right with the camber and I landed on the heel of my left hand.
4 hours later with a swollen and stiff wrist I went home via the minor injuries unit. One fracture in my left wrist.
Gosh, I hope you weren't on company property because they might have a duty of care to ensure that such an accident didn't happen by ensuring such surfaces had been appropriately gritted, and well, you would like a new bicycle, wouldn't you?
Gosh, I hope you weren't on company property because they might have a duty of care to ensure that such an accident didn't happen by ensuring such surfaces had been appropriately gritted, and well, you would like a new bicycle, wouldn't you?
How on earth does a grown-up take a swig of coffee and manage to completely miss his mouth? :facepalm:
How on earth does a grown-up take a swig of coffee and manage to completely miss his mouth? :facepalm:
A few days ago I only realised my trousers were back to front at 8pm...Hopefully, they were your trousers....
A few days ago I only realised my trousers were back to front at 8pm...
A few days ago I only realised my trousers were back to front at 8pm...
I wouldn't dare ask who was responsible and why you had to put them on in such a hurry...
So, when she comes back for lunch I look at her barnet, think, well that looks pretty OK, pretty much as was, so that's good isn't it? I'd better say THE WORDS otherwise I'll be in trouble. "Your hair looks nice dear". Oh my. Oh my my my. Oh my my my my my my my. Yes, that's right, the hair appointment is this pm. I got that RONG.
This a.m., Mrs Ham informs me that she's having her hair done today. I may not have listened fully (shirley knott?) and thought that this activity was replacing her normal Wednesday a.m. swim. So, when she comes back for lunch I look at her barnet, think, well that looks pretty OK, pretty much as was, so that's good isn't it? I'd better say THE WORDS otherwise I'll be in trouble. "Your hair looks nice dear". Oh my. Oh my my my. Oh my my my my my my my. Yes, that's right, the hair appointment is this pm. I got that RONG.
This a.m., Mrs Ham informs me that she's having her hair done today. I may not have listened fully (shirley knott?) and thought that this activity was replacing her normal Wednesday a.m. swim. So, when she comes back for lunch I look at her barnet, think, well that looks pretty OK, pretty much as was, so that's good isn't it? I'd better say THE WORDS otherwise I'll be in trouble. "Your hair looks nice dear". Oh my. Oh my my my. Oh my my my my my my my. Yes, that's right, the hair appointment is this pm. I got that RONG.
If you're sitting on the garage floor, head down, comparing chain lengths, and the legs of the stand (with bike on it, sans chain) are not fully splayed, and something happens to upset the equilibrium of said stand, then you may find, unexpectedly, that the bike and stand are on top of you with the chainring having taken a bit of your scalp off on the way down, and blood is splattering on the garage floor. And you may wonder, as you try and extricate yourself, if you'll admit to being a fecking div on a public forum. And you may wonder who the first wit will be, in response, to ask why you weren't wearing a helmet.
It's a mechanical horse. You know, like a bicycle with an engine. ;D
Get a workshop manuel* and start again. After all, would you climb someone else's scaffolding? While you're there fit leccy ignition and make sure the carbs are in good nick.
Not a div at all. Welcome back to the world of PTWs.
* Because 'I know NOTHING'**
** J. H. Haynes R.I.P.
Birmingham City Council are well-known divs, so there is a bin strike. As a result, I have divvishly discovered that it is unwise to compress the contents of a curved-bottomed[1] cardboard recycling 'pod' by jumping on it.
[1] Because it was designed by divs.
If it's any consolation I once got off a train at Liverpool Lime Street to be asked in broken English by a Chinese family who had travelled all the way 'how to get to the Central Line?'
There was the time I was on a flight from Aberdeen to NorwichOne of my colleagues did that on an Eastern Airways flight.
"Welcome to this BMI flight to Norwich" said the stewardess
Bloke at the back stands up
"I'm supposed to be going to Manchester"
HTF he'd got that far with a Manchester boarding pass I have no idea
There was the time I was on a flight from Aberdeen to NorwichOne of my colleagues did that on an Eastern Airways flight.
"Welcome to this BMI flight to Norwich" said the stewardess
Bloke at the back stands up
"I'm supposed to be going to Manchester"
HTF he'd got that far with a Manchester boarding pass I have no idea
There was the time I was on a flight from Aberdeen to NorwichOne of my colleagues did that on an Eastern Airways flight.
"Welcome to this BMI flight to Norwich" said the stewardess
Bloke at the back stands up
"I'm supposed to be going to Manchester"
HTF he'd got that far with a Manchester boarding pass I have no idea
At ABZ, being told your flight is 'boarding now' is just a fiction.
You are just ( in priority order! ) passed through the boarding gate into a long corridor where you mingle with everyone else, including other flights, whose planes are also not ready to board either.
When one flight becomes *actually* ready to board, then the entire mingled crowd moves forward. It's up to the over-stretched ground crew to actually check your boarding pass.
Unsurprisingly, this sometimes fails.
There was the time I was on a flight from Aberdeen to NorwichOne of my colleagues did that on an Eastern Airways flight.
"Welcome to this BMI flight to Norwich" said the stewardess
Bloke at the back stands up
"I'm supposed to be going to Manchester"
HTF he'd got that far with a Manchester boarding pass I have no idea
At ABZ, being told your flight is 'boarding now' is just a fiction.
You are just ( in priority order! ) passed through the boarding gate into a long corridor where you mingle with everyone else, including other flights, whose planes are also not ready to board either.
When one flight becomes *actually* ready to board, then the entire mingled crowd moves forward. It's up to the over-stretched ground crew to actually check your boarding pass.
Unsurprisingly, this sometimes fails.
[1] To be fair, why would you need to know about Stockport when you have actual Watford? They perform the same basic function.I'm such a fecking div for reading this with a mouthful of tea.
Riding today, sun lowish on right, saw broad-shouldered figure looming through dazzle on edge of footpath, gave it a cheery bonjour then realized I had just said hello to a wheelie bin with a big bin bag on top.
It was quite a threatening bin-bag too. Better safe than sorry.
At least you didn't wave at your own shadow, I'm sure nobody here would ever do that
At least you didn't wave at your own shadow, I'm sure nobody here would ever do that
Or apologise to your hair that you caught sight of out of the corner of your eye and thought it was a person.
Its not a problem until the hat/shadow/bin bag start answering back! ;DAt least you didn't wave at your own shadow, I'm sure nobody here would ever do that
Or apologise to your hair that you caught sight of out of the corner of your eye and thought it was a person.
Ah yes, I've definitely never done that.
I suppose it's just a matter of time (and The Wrong Glasses) before I have an entire conversation with a hat.
I have a Cyclo BB tool with a 32mm hex. The removal method which works in extremis involves undoing the loose 'cup' first (usually the non-drive) and bolting the tool to the BB using the crank bolt and a penny washer. Then sit the frame on the floor upright (resting on the BB and the fork end) Attach a strongarm or breaker bar to the socket and fit it over the tool so the bar is at the same angle as the downtube. Place your foot on the breaker bar and push down.
The cast should be off in about six weeks...
I have a Cyclo BB tool with a 32mm hex. The removal method which works in extremis involves undoing the loose 'cup' first (usually the non-drive) and bolting the tool to the BB using the crank bolt and a penny washer. Then sit the frame on the floor upright (resting on the BB and the fork end) Attach a strongarm or breaker bar to the socket and fit it over the tool so the bar is at the same angle as the downtube. Place your foot on the breaker bar and push down.
I have a Cyclo BB tool with a 32mm hex. The removal method which works in extremis involves undoing the loose 'cup' first (usually the non-drive) and bolting the tool to the BB using the crank bolt and a penny washer. Then sit the frame on the floor upright (resting on the BB and the fork end) Attach a strongarm or breaker bar to the socket and fit it over the tool so the bar is at the same angle as the downtube. Place your foot on the breaker bar and push down.
The cast should be off in about six weeks...
Lol oops!
I have a Cyclo BB tool with a 32mm hex. The removal method which works in extremis involves undoing the loose 'cup' first (usually the non-drive) and bolting the tool to the BB using the crank bolt and a penny washer. Then sit the frame on the floor upright (resting on the BB and the fork end) Attach a strongarm or breaker bar to the socket and fit it over the tool so the bar is at the same angle as the downtube. Place your foot on the breaker bar and push down.
The cast should be off in about six weeks...
Lol oops!
I have a Cyclo BB tool with a 32mm hex. The removal method which works in extremis involves undoing the loose 'cup' first (usually the non-drive) and bolting the tool to the BB using the crank bolt and a penny washer. Then sit the frame on the floor upright (resting on the BB and the fork end) Attach a strongarm or breaker bar to the socket and fit it over the tool so the bar is at the same angle as the downtube. Place your foot on the breaker bar and push down.
The cast should be off in about six weeks...
Lol oops!
For clarity: When you work on your own (and don't have access to air tools) this method just works. The difficulty is keeping stable. With a 800mm breaker bar the force at the BB is around 100kg/m. The trick is to have the bar sufficiently far from the floor that when you push on it there's room to move the BB (as opposed to just bending the bar!) but not so high that you are off balance when you stand on it IYSWIM.
The line about the cast was a joke...
Much viewing of utube solutions to removing a broken half key from lock and then......Proper out loud laughter can now be heard from a flat in Sussex.
Tries Coping saw blade = no
Tries pointy tweezers = no
Tries tiny pointy glasses tweezers = no (and bends tiny pointy tweezers)
Tries Small screwdriver with serrated blade = no but definite movement.
Eyes angle grinder in garage pondering blade choice and availability.
Tries uber powerful Neodym magnet = no
Eyes bolt cropper models at Screwfix.......
Turns lock over to get better view and
half a broken key blade falls out.
Is it me?
Went into the workshop this morning and found the tube I'd put solvent on last night still waiting for the patch.
Went into the workshop this morning and found the tube I'd put solvent on last night still waiting for the patch.
Better that than being one of those impatient types who applies the patch before the solvent has dried.
Don't some humans have a 'must have something in the mouth' gene?
I'm sure it's not just labs...
Then there's the opposite, when you go to put something in your back pocket and, thunk, it isn't there. Because you've got a gilet over the top.
I seem to live in my cycle jersey (it's merino wool, comfortable, and I'm cycling a lot...), it has pockets. This is great, I usually keep my phone in the left back pocket.
Today I was wearing a merino base layer, I went to put my phone in the back pocket of the jersey. *thunk*, oh right, not wearing it today. I'm awake. Honest.
J
Don't some humans have a 'must have something in the mouth' gene?
I'm sure it's not just labs...
An apology.
Over the last 20 weeks my local cycling club have been running indoor winter training turbo sessions. I, despite not being a member have attended these sessions and at £44 for the whole lot, it is excellent value and very valuable in keeping what little fitness I have alive during the cold and dark nights.
They are a friendly bunch also who despite my lack of ability to mix in groups, welcomed and encouraged me. Indeed, at our recent “test” my 20 minutes power has increased by 16% since the first session. Most excellent.
However….they didn’t deserve what I did to them last evening. I am so sorry.
So, at the end of the session we do some stretching as part of the warm down. What I did not realise was that the seam on the bum part of my bib shorts had failed leaving at least 5cm of my hairy arse on display :o :sick:. The coach came up to me after the session and suggested that I needed to get some new ones.
So, good people of Stafford RC, I am so sorry.
An apology.
Over the last 20 weeks my local cycling club have been running indoor winter training turbo sessions. I, despite not being a member have attended these sessions and at £44 for the whole lot, it is excellent value and very valuable in keeping what little fitness I have alive during the cold and dark nights.
They are a friendly bunch also who despite my lack of ability to mix in groups, welcomed and encouraged me. Indeed, at our recent “test” my 20 minutes power has increased by 16% since the first session. Most excellent.
However….they didn’t deserve what I did to them last evening. I am so sorry.
So, at the end of the session we do some stretching as part of the warm down. What I did not realise was that the seam on the bum part of my bib shorts had failed leaving at least 5cm of my hairy arse on display :o :sick:. The coach came up to me after the session and suggested that I needed to get some new ones.
So, good people of Stafford RC, I am so sorry.
My old shorts didn't split on the club ride we once did, but the cloth just above the gluteal fold had worn so thin that I was sent to the back of the group. There are plenty of light-coloured shorts out there that are almost transparent from new, though - our club once had a complete delivery of shorts with a back panel that left nothing to the imagination.
Don't some humans have a 'must have something in the mouth' gene?
I'm sure it's not just labs...
YES!!!! That's it!!!! I now have an excuse for that foot firmly placed in same orifice.
Don't some humans have a 'must have something in the mouth' gene?
I'm sure it's not just labs...
YES!!!! That's it!!!! I now have an excuse for that foot firmly placed in same orifice.
Don't some humans have a 'must have something in the mouth' gene?
I'm sure it's not just labs...
YES!!!! That's it!!!! I now have an excuse for that foot firmly placed in same orifice.
You're a LOT more supple than me if this is no mere metaphor!
Don't some humans have a 'must have something in the mouth' gene?
I'm sure it's not just labs...
YES!!!! That's it!!!! I now have an excuse for that foot firmly placed in same orifice.
You're a LOT more supple than me if this is no mere metaphor!
Yoga.
Are you as supple as a jelly or as rigid as a stone?Don't some humans have a 'must have something in the mouth' gene?
I'm sure it's not just labs...
YES!!!! That's it!!!! I now have an excuse for that foot firmly placed in same orifice.
You're a LOT more supple than me if this is no mere metaphor!
Yoga.
No, I couldn't bear that
Fettled a new tubeless tyre onto a new tubeless rim, carefully, first seating th3 tyre with a bit of detergent spray, before gently deflating, adding sealant and reinstating. All good, only a very slight weep around the valve that soon sealed. At which point I noticed the tyre, which has a directional tread, was mounted the wrong way round ::-).
Fettled a new tubeless tyre onto a new tubeless rim, carefully, first seating th3 tyre with a bit of detergent spray, before gently deflating, adding sealant and reinstating. All good, only a very slight weep around the valve that soon sealed. At which point I noticed the tyre, which has a directional tread, was mounted the wrong way round ::-).
BINNNNNSSSSSS!!!!
Scrabbling round to find my wallet this morning.You need some antimony!
Looked in all the usual places.
Nothing.
Oh! Those trousers on the clothes horse?
The ones which had a 40°C wash last night.
Money laundering.
Again ::-)
If its a QR code then you can take a screen shot of it and send it on to her; that will open the gates. I use that because the the GWR app is so c@rp that it “loses”my ticket ‘twin train and gate.
But the eTicket facility proved very useful when I got to Paddington this morning to find I'd bought a ticket for tomorrow :facepalm: Fortunately I could use the app to buy a ticket for a train leaving Didcot a few minutes later and exited the gate 2 minutes before the train left Didcot.
But the eTicket facility proved very useful when I got to Paddington this morning to find I'd bought a ticket for tomorrow :facepalm: Fortunately I could use the app to buy a ticket for a train leaving Didcot a few minutes later and exited the gate 2 minutes before the train left Didcot.
I do this regularly. I go to a lot of court cases with a defined start but undefined finish so generally buy a single to the court and then buy my return ticket walking from court to train station, often actually on the concourse as i see which train i can manage to get.
In my defence, if the tube had been lying the other way up, I’d probably have noticed that it was labelled Germolene, not Colgate...
In my defence, if the tube had been lying the other way up, I’d probably have noticed that it was labelled Germolene, not Colgate...
In my defence, if the tube had been lying the other way up, I’d probably have noticed that it was labelled Germolene, not Colgate...
You don't happen to be tall and fair-haired with one black shoe, do you?
In my defence, if the tube had been lying the other way up, I’d probably have noticed that it was labelled Germolene, not Colgate...
You don't happen to be tall and fair-haired with one black shoe, do you?
I had to look that up to get the reference... Not a film I'm familiar with though I must say it sounds right up my street!
Not sure I qualify, yet, but time will tell.
After a thorough, 3 month clear out of my garage/workshop, buying some new (or new to me) workshop tools that I'd long hankered after, I've spent the past month staring at a thoroughly tidy and sorted, but empty void. The garden fence is sorted, the dog training is going well, my sax learning is progressing, and my recumbents have every new part they could wish for. There's nowt left to do. Other than slide, inexorably, towards a bib when I dribble, and general decrepitude, thinking back on what I might have achieved if only I'd known then what I know now.
No longer. After some deliberation (well, about an hour) I've taken delivery of a non-running, Canadian re-imported, Triumph 750. Fortunately with the management's support.
I have form with British motorcycles, my last one carrying me on a daily 95 mile round trip into London every day when working in Victoria St in the late '70s. It was the only way I could afford the commute, but it was very heavy on bike maintenance, so I learned my Triumph Twins.
Having retired, and worked through the initial to-do list, I was bored, I needed a tinkering and fettling project. Hence a return to mucky fingernails (my sax teacher will love that..), long hours searching the internet for parts and advice, and the smell of Jizer (or maybe Muc-off now) in the workshop.
It turns over, has good compression and clearly has done nothing since the engine was re-bulit. But why did they seem to use any fastener they had to hand when they put the engine back together and couldn't find the bolt they'd taken out? If that was their mentality, are there any gremlins inside the engine that I can't see? But there are a number of small parts with it that I'll need, and clearly the original owner had intended to get it running again. But why did he stop? Too big a job, a major fault? Or a simply few years ahead of me on the slippery slope.
But, it has new tyres, the chrome is good, wheels are good, and it's almost all there.
I just hope this isn't going to qualify me as the Div of all time..... I just hope.......
Could do. Though it turns out it is the whisky festival. My trip wasn't built around distillery visits (or i might have realised) but I might find getting away from the crowd easier by changing my plans.
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Well, somebody's got to.....How's the bike?
Could do. Though it turns out it is the whisky festival. My trip wasn't built around distillery visits (or i might have realised) but I might find getting away from the crowd easier by changing my plans.
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Probably invented by Seagram.
Scratching one's ear while holding a craft knife is not a terribly clever thing to do.
I shouldn't be allowed out without a Responsible Adult.
Scratching one's ear while holding a craft knife is not a terribly clever thing to do.
I shouldn't be allowed out without a Responsible Adult.
Should we call you 'Van Guy' from now on?
Scratching one's ear while holding a craft knife is not a terribly clever thing to do.Top tip: Don't answer the phone while doing the ironing.
I shouldn't be allowed out without a Responsible Adult.
In my defence, if the tube had been lying the other way up, I’d probably have noticed that it was labelled Germolene, not Colgate...
Just DON'T confuse superglue with eye ointment!
PLEASE!
Ouch!Just DON'T confuse superglue with eye ointment!Ouch
PLEASE!
I know of somoene who confused their eyedrops with high strength e-cig juice juice, most painful I'm told
I had a tube of Loctite lurking perilously close to the Flixonase that lives on my desk for a while. Somehow I managed to evict it downstairs before I made that mistake.Adrian Mole.
Yeahbut E45 probably tastes better.
Yeahbut E45 probably tastes better.
;D ;D ;D Indeed!
Might not be so disarsetrous - Assos bum cream contains menthol.
My first kayak race is on Sunday.
Last night was the usual thursday club 10km TT, and the first time after winter that it was properly timed. I went all out, figuring it would be a good sharpener for the race on Sunday.
I've injured my back.
Might not be so disarsetrous - Assos bum cream contains menthol.
I'll leave it to you to test and report back
My first kayak race is on Sunday.
Last night was the usual thursday club 10km TT, and the first time after winter that it was properly timed. I went all out, figuring it would be a good sharpener for the race on Sunday.
I've injured my back.
My first kayak race is on Sunday.
Last night was the usual thursday club 10km TT, and the first time after winter that it was properly timed. I went all out, figuring it would be a good sharpener for the race on Sunday.
I've injured my back.
Heh. One place I worked, our boss had two black phones on his desk. Every so often we would swap the receivers over when he wasn't looking.
When I was assigned to the mothership one of the first things I tried to do was set up my desk phone (which needs a PIN etc.) Asking around it turned out no one had a clue what that magic number might be. Never used it, they opined. Eventually, I had to find an old person.
Two months later neither have I, nor has it ever rung. It does now say my name on the screen though in case I forget where I sit.
I think a combination of mobile and internet telephony has made the desktop phone redundant – that and messaging services etc. For that matter, I've not used an answering machine for years, I turn them off. Plus, like many of my colleagues, I'm a peripatetic worker, more easily reached with the other kids on Slack these days.
I think a combination of mobile and internet telephony has made the desktop phone redundant – that and messaging services etc. For that matter, I've not used an answering machine for years, I turn them off. Plus, like many of my colleagues, I'm a peripatetic worker, more easily reached with the other kids on Slack these days.
I think a combination of mobile and internet telephony has made the desktop phone redundant – that and messaging services etc. For that matter, I've not used an answering machine for years, I turn them off.
Voicemail exists so that ...
When I was assigned to the mothership one of the first things I tried to do was set up my desk phone (which needs a PIN etc.) Asking around it turned out no one had a clue what that magic number might be. Never used it, they opined. Eventually, I had to find an old person.
Two months later neither have I, nor has it ever rung. It does now say my name on the screen though in case I forget where I sit.
I think I mentioned this elsewhere on the forum recently... I asked IT for the PIN for my phone and they were able to supply it without difficulty, which meant I was able to access my messages and thereby disable the annoying flashing orange light on the phone. Some of the messages were over a year old, ie dating from the time my predecessor's predecessor was here. I still haven't been able to update the phone to display my name because that requires access to the desktop app, but at least the recorded message now gives out my name rather than that of my predecessor's predecessor.
I have noticed that several of my colleagues have perpetually flashing orange lights on their phones, suggesting they don't know their PIN, though some of them have been here for many years.
One colleague has got round the problem by taping a piece of paper over the light. :facepalm:
I now have to spend twenty minutes of my life doing a 'don't click a phishing link' online training course because fumblepaws me dropped a banana on his keyboard which pressed the link in the not-so-cunningly disguised test email that just happened to be sitting open.
Anyway, I'm not responsible for my banana.
I now have to spend twenty minutes of my life doing a 'don't click a phishing link' online training course because ....blah blah
Fortunately, my banana (now deceased) can't type a password or I would have been in more trouble. There's was a longer more tedious course some time back, this was a refresher because I'd been 'caught out.' There was no option to record a banana (or other fruit)-based mishap.
...Victory! I understood all of the above ;D (trimmed on the basis that you will have read the original.)
GSM codec throwing away half the audio, and this way I can at least force g.711 on my leg. (Still stuffed if the other party is on a mobile, or a lowest-bidder VOIP connection to Elbonia, of course.)
... streaming realtime bidirectional audio over The Devil's Radio, which is asking for trouble when you live somewhere where the WiFi band is so congested that it would give the Daily Mail cancer.
Voicemail ... Caller ID
Asterisk ... CID n
...
[1] When not nobbled in the firmware, because mobiles tend to be sold wholesale to telecoms companies.
Not sure I qualify, yet, but time will tell.
After some deliberation (well, about an hour) I've taken delivery of a non-running, Canadian re-imported, Triumph 750. Fortunately with the management's support.
It turns over, has good compression and clearly has done nothing since the engine was re-bulit. But why did they seem to use any fastener they had to hand when they put the engine back together and couldn't find the bolt they'd taken out? If that was their mentality, are there any gremlins inside the engine that I can't see? But there are a number of small parts with it that I'll need, and clearly the original owner had intended to get it running again. But why did he stop? Too big a job, a major fault? Or a simply few years ahead of me on the slippery slope.
But, it has new tyres, the chrome is good, wheels are good, and it's almost all there.
I just hope this isn't going to qualify me as the Div of all time..... I just hope.......
Phew. I think I've avoided divishness - but there's one hurdle left.
The Tiger now runs quite nicely. It doesn't clatter any more than you'd expect for a 45 year old agricultural design of typical British motorcycle. It doesn't seem to drip any more oil then my good old, much-missed 1968 Daytona (sob, sob) used to do. It doesn't billow blue smoke out of the exhausts.
There's one remaining opportunity for divvishness: getting an age-related UK registration number, so it's VED and MOT exempt. I should be entitled to that black and white J plate. Let's see..... I could still be the biggest div of all time.
Typo's involving the words 'such kits' can cause all sorts of trouble when you miss out the 'h', get the space in the wrong place and insert an extra 't' :-[ :facepalm:
Typo's involving the words 'such kits' can cause all sorts of trouble when you miss out the 'h', get the space in the wrong place and insert an extra 't' :-[ :facepalm:
That sounds more like a freudian slip than a typo.
Doing a HAZOP for a water treatment works I once mistyped Pumping Station
The I is next to the U
Look up chainring online
Look up chainring online
FYI no need to look it up online - the BCD should be marked on the inside of the crank.
They don't mind much if you miss a tax payment here, they just add 10% to the bill when you do pay.
I hate cleaning bikes with derailleur gears. I generally find it quicker to take the cassette off and scrub it in the sink with Fairy Platinum rather than faff about trying to clean it on the bike and getting degreaser in the hub bearings.
Anyway, I did this on Tuesday, reassembled it and rode it for a couple of days. All worked perfectly.
Last night I found the 14T sprocket in the kitchen.
I hate cleaning bikes with derailleur gears. I generally find it quicker to take the cassette off and scrub it in the sink with Fairy Platinum rather than faff about trying to clean it on the bike and getting degreaser in the hub bearings.
Anyway, I did this on Tuesday, reassembled it and rode it for a couple of days. All worked perfectly.
Last night I found the 14T sprocket in the kitchen.
The flat seemed strangely warm when I got home tonight. Yes, forgetting to switch off the 50W valve amp when you go to bed & leaving it running for 18 hours will definitely take the chill off... :facepalm:
Superglue? Probably best applied by a Trained Professional.
You know the way they tell you not to wring out an HRM strap because it'll damage it?
Yeah. And it does. :(
Ouch! Late night cheese bingeing is bad for you.
Nastiest self inflicted cut I had was from a serrated bread knife, that took ages to heal.
Superglue? Probably best applied by a Trained Professional.
You know the way they tell you not to wring out an HRM strap because it'll damage it?
Yeah. And it does. :(
They don't like going through the washing machine, either. (DAHIKT)
You know the way they tell you not to wring out an HRM strap because it'll damage it?
Yeah. And it does. :(
They don't like going through the washing machine, either. (DAHIKT)
Really? I put mine in there all the time! :o
You know the way they tell you not to wring out an HRM strap because it'll damage it?
Yeah. And it does. :(
They don't like going through the washing machine, either. (DAHIKT)
Really? I put mine in there all the time! :o
Interesting. Maybe it was just coincidence that my last one died after accidentally going through the wash?
Current one seems to be suffering from sweat-induced band slackness, rather than dodgy contacts. Intermittent for the first ten minutes unless I actually spit on the pads, works well for about an hour, then it starts reading the heartrate of a fit person unless I stop and tighten the band. I suppose I should invest in a new one preemptively.
10 minutes ago I discovered that I have been one day ahead for most of this week.
I'm not sure getting confused by pointers because you weren't paying attention counts as divvery. We've all done it.
Went shopping for shower gel and conditioner. Came home with shampoo and conditioner. I don't need more shampoo. :(
Went shopping for shower gel and conditioner. Came home with shampoo and conditioner. I don't need more shampoo. :(
It's just possible that it's just as good as cleaning your body as shower gel is.
Gave myself a nice, neat No.1 trim (3mm). Took the guard off, cleaned the clippers & put a drop of oil on them. Bzzzzzzz :thumbsup: To check I ran them over my head again. Oh , I really didn't mean to do that. Had to do the entire lot down to the wood so the stripe didn't look odd :facepalm:
Judging by your avatar, it may be time to change the filter in your mask....i can’t do that until September/October ;)
GP: And yes! There it goes. Doesn't touch the sides. Clinical.But we don't know what colour the paint is! How can we tell whether or not the tea tasted better or worse afterwards?
GP: And yes! There it goes. Doesn't touch the sides. Clinical.But we don't know what colour the paint is! How can we tell whether or not the tea tasted better or worse afterwards?
Stopping a pedal car at race speed using my hair: Type 3 fun (https://www.tetongravity.com/story/adventure/the-three-and-a-half-types-of-fun-explained).Huh - I seem to remember commenting, on the way to Tan Hill, that it was amazing that your hair didn't get caught in your rear wheel.
Somehow I seem to have escaped with bruises to the back of my head, achy shoulders and a haircut. (In my defence, it had been fine for hours, and I didn't know there was a hidden gap in the fairing between the seat and the spinny bits.)
My "Pedal cars are silly." hypothesis remains unfalsified.
Huh - I seem to remember commenting, on the way to Tan Hill, that it was amazing that your hair didn't get caught in your rear wheel.
Well, it's my own stupid fault and it could have killed me...
GWS, and be more careful next time
GWS, and be more careful next time
The Royce team are trying to poach me for their women's car. If that happens, I expect some sort of freak ankle injury due to my big feet getting jammed in the fairing, instead...
Next time I suggest I attempt plumbing by myself someone shoot me. I've been at it since 2pm and i've more problems than when I started.
I would cry but then there'd be even more water damage.
The really irksome thing is the bit I was fixing appears (appears) fine. It's the shower pump pipe I elbowed when the spanner slipped that won't stop leaking. Well that and the igniter for the boiler won't so I can't relight it.
Trackpads are the work of :demon: and should be utterlye cryed downe.
I always used a trackball with my work issued Thinkpads, (and the Dells between them) but likewise use a majik trackpad for my iMac.Trackpads are the work of :demon: and should be utterlye cryed downe.
After trying several varieties of meece I'm very happy with my Apple Magick Trackpad 2. a most excellent device. I think the one on my work issued Thinkpad is crap though. Always use a plug in mouse for that.
Waited in all morning for a delivery scheduled for 17/07, i.e. tomorrow. :facepalm:
Accidentally threw my Ti spork in a bin. :'( :facepalm:
Following on from my last entry. When I got back into my flat I just shoved my soaking gloves into my rackback & forgot about them. Opened the rackbag up today (hunting for gloves), they appear to have acquired a certain odour :sick:
Refurbished kitchen 18 months ago at cost of huge.......Put hot pan on work top.......FFS.My wife has form for this, and we have a newish kitchen now. My plan, for that eventuality, is to get a pre-cut piece of stainless steel, say 6mm thick, and then rout out the exact size over the burnt area. Drop the stainless plate in on a bed of silicone and it'll look like it was always intended. Could do it with a ceramic tile or 2.
I have a suspicion I have posted a "forgot it is a Bank Holiday in England" story on this thread before...
Hands full, tried to put out the light on the staircase by pushing my teacup against the switch. Light still on, streaks of tea down wallpaper. :facepalm:
Our uni toilets had hard shiny paper stamped "Property of H.M.Government" and the holders were big stainless steel efforts branded "Dreadnought Thiefproof".
Hands full, tried to put out the light on the staircase by pushing my teacup against the switch. Light still on, streaks of tea down wallpaper. :facepalm:
Thanks to barakta's balance and hand impairments, streaks of tea on landlord-quality magnolia is the main aesthetic of our decor. If we owned a house, we'd probably get round to painting it with decent quality paint that you can actually wipe clean successfully. Imagine having walls in non-poo colours!
Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Izal, I think.
Ercol makes furniture.
Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Izal, I think.
Ercol makes furniture.
Izal. Yes! Scratchy sandpaper on one side, shiny-shiny on the other. About as absorbent as cling-film.
Hands full, tried to put out the light on the staircase by pushing my teacup against the switch. Light still on, streaks of tea down wallpaper. :facepalm:
Thanks to barakta's balance and hand impairments, streaks of tea on landlord-quality magnolia is the main aesthetic of our decor. If we owned a house, we'd probably get round to painting it with decent quality paint that you can actually wipe clean successfully. Imagine having walls in non-poo colours!
One of the core pleasures of buying a house is getting out the paint.
Unfortunately, we ended up with a house that looked the colour of being inside a salmon. Vaguely vaginal, said my wife. So we had to do it all again because no one wants a living room that's a testament to gynaecological exploration. And because we were cheapos back then, we did with mega-bargain industrial white emulsion. Two hundred and sixty-four coats later it was still fucking pink.
I was trying to work out whether making tables and chairs would lead to enough offcuts to start a paper company.Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Izal, I think.
Ercol makes furniture.
Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Izal, I think.
Ercol makes furniture.
Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Izal, I think.
Ercol makes furniture.
One of the core pleasures of buying a house is getting out the paint.You are a masochist. Decorating of any variety is a tedious chore involving hours of clearing clutter and furniture out of the way with associated ricking of backs and dropping of heavy stuff on feet, laying dust sheets, sand-paper (and barked knuckles and usually blood*) and lots and lots of dust before getting anywhere near painting and then when you've finally got the umpteenth coat on and dry you've got to unwind the whole damn rigamarole to get back to "normal".
... every barely distinguishable shade of white possible.
Quote from: ianOne of the core pleasures of buying a house is getting out the paint.You are a masochist. Decorating of any variety is a tedious chore involving hours of clearing clutter and furniture out of the way with associated ricking of backs and dropping of heavy stuff on feet, laying dust sheets, sand-paper (and barked knuckles and usually blood*) and lots and lots of dust before getting anywhere near painting and then when you've finally got the umpteenth coat on and dry you've got to unwind the whole damn rigamarole to get back to "normal".
I was reading an article the other week from a proper bum doctor about bottom wiping (every day is a school day on the internet), us westerners with our toilet paper ways are terrorizing our anuses, and putting ourselves at risk of anal tears. We should be gently patting and not furiously rubbing. But apparently, we should be washing properly back there and he wasn't happy that we weren't.
Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Izal, I think.
Ercol makes furniture.
A good guess. Not my whole adult life no, but I have spent more than enough time in rented (and our own) magnolia hued rooms to sympathise. I have only just finished repainting the main bedroom, which had been magnolia these 20 years, white. Other people have "try bungee jumping" and "become an astronaut" on their bucket lists, mine had, "Get rid of the sodding magnolia." :)Quote from: ianOne of the core pleasures of buying a house is getting out the paint.You are a masochist. Decorating of any variety is a tedious chore ...
I'm going to guess that you haven't spent your whole adult life surrounded by landlord-issue magnolia. That stuff gets to you.
Decorating of any variety is a tedious chore involving hours of clearing clutter and furniture out of the way with associated ricking of backs and dropping of heavy stuff on feet, laying dust sheets, sand-paper (and barked knuckles and usually blood*) and lots and lots of dust before getting anywhere near painting and then when you've finally got the umpteenth coat on and dry you've got to unwind the whole damn rigamarole to get back to "normal".
One thing I found out when we bought the Asbestos Palace is that asbestos is in everything made between the 1930s and the late 80s, including the ubiquitous ceiling covering. Cornflakes were probably asbestos-based for a while. There's actually no guarantee that the replacement fibrous fire-retardant materials are that much safer (this is an often overlooked problem, we replace things with known risks with things with unknown risks*), but manufacturing and handling have vastly improved through the dreaded health and safety and its insistence on saving lives.
*not an argument that we should have stopped using asbestos decades before we did, the dangers were long known, just a general principle.
One thing I found out when we bought the Asbestos Palace is that asbestos is in everything made between the 1930s and the late 80s, including the ubiquitous ceiling covering. Cornflakes were probably asbestos-based for a while. There's actually no guarantee that the replacement fibrous fire-retardant materials are that much safer (this is an often overlooked problem, we replace things with known risks with things with unknown risks*), but manufacturing and handling have vastly improved through the dreaded health and safety and its insistence on saving lives.
*not an argument that we should have stopped using asbestos decades before we did, the dangers were long known, just a general principle.
I suspect that while this house might have had a deal of asbestos added to it, the original building materials probably included a measure of dung.
My punishment for laughing at my husband in public...
Boss: We'd like to do <thing> in <month> - do you have any leave booked?
Me: Yes I have a couple of days off for my wedding anniversary. Errr... let me think about when that is.
<I look at the calendar. I remain confused.>
Me to boss: I'll get back to you.
The really embarrassing thing is, my birthday is on the 21st of a month, my husband's birthday is on the 21st of a month and our wedding anniversary is on the 21st of a month, so I have no excuse for not knowing when my wedding anniversary is!
(I also managed to buy a birthday card for my father while thinking about buying a card for my mother. Fortunately it is a nice landscape which I'm sure he'll like too.)
My punishment for laughing at my husband in public...
Boss: We'd like to do <thing> in <month> - do you have any leave booked?
Me: Yes I have a couple of days off for my wedding anniversary. Errr... let me think about when that is.
<I look at the calendar. I remain confused.>
Me to boss: I'll get back to you.
The really embarrassing thing is, my birthday is on the 21st of a month, my husband's birthday is on the 21st of a month and our wedding anniversary is on the 21st of a month, so I have no excuse for not knowing when my wedding anniversary is!
(I also managed to buy a birthday card for my father while thinking about buying a card for my mother. Fortunately it is a nice landscape which I'm sure he'll like too.)
As for decorating, I'm involved at the "consulting phase" where we eventually decide on which precise shade of not-quite-dove-grey or Terry-Wogan-Cardigan we'll use this year. I DON'T do actual decorating
I confess I had to open Photos and look at the date on our wedding snaps (2005, eek!) to work it out. Metadata to the rescue.
Slightly better than going to York without your trousers.
I once saved the Ercol factory from burning down (probably/ possibly). I was on bike patrol on the opposite side of the valley from the factory. I saw a thin stream of smoke arising from the vicinity. Thin streams of smoke tended to suggest bonfores or some oik related nefarious activity so I thought I would investigate.Probably mine too, now that you mention it. Ercol was the brand of paper in the unibog. I remember that because I once did a treasure hunt in which one of the clues was "What is Ercol? Bring some." Everyone knew the name but no-one could remember what it was until one of the blokes went for a crap.
Izal, I think.
Ercol makes furniture.
You'll be wanting one of these, next https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mfz1YrpMbBg
You'll be wanting one of these, next https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mfz1YrpMbBg
I only measured once. :(:(. Hope it wasn’t a nice piece of wood.
Took a wrong turning while at work yesterday (cycle delivery) and decided to backtrack on the pavement for a few yards as the clients address would be on that side of the road. Not soever but it was late at night and the streets were empty.Shall I ask the traditional question?
Anyway, went over a massive root in the pavement and went AOT other the bars. Fortunately was wearing long sleeves and bib tights plus mitts and a h****t so worst off I got was a sore thumb and minor scraping on elbow and right knee. My glasses were snapped but managed to fix them this morning. Lesson learned...
As mentioed in the fettling thread, today I have been poking my multimeter into an electric shower. Mains voltage, water. What could possibly go wrong?
As mentioed in the fettling thread, today I have been poking my multimeter into an electric shower. Mains voltage, water. What could possibly go wrong?
Judging by a friend's recent saga:
- Electric shock from shower.
- User error resulting in further electric shocks from shower, rather than extracting oneself - suds and all - from the bath until safe isolation had been practised.
- Well-charred[1] isolator switch b0rked in the 'on' position.
- Under-rated cable supplying shower...
- ...from a 40A MCB on the non-RCD side[2] of the consumer unit... :o
- ...with a twist-and-insulating-tape splice hidden in a length of conduit >:(
I provided Advice, to the effect that a qualified sparky came and swore extensively at all this the following morning, before proceeding to sort it out properly.
Somewhere in the bit bucket, there's a video of a Finnish stand-up comedian explaining all that is wrong about BRITISH bathrooms. The relevant comments being "Is this thing connected to mains current? But I'm in the shower‽" and "In Finland we don't have all this information technology. We use a fucking Y-shaped pipe." It's those little cultural differences.
[1] Which is extra-suspicious, because I fitted that isolator a few years ago and was particularly careful to do all the terminals up Bastard Tight to prevent this sort of thing. I hadn't expected the wire itself to overheat... :facepalm:
[2] Immersion heater on the non-RCD side TAAW. Googling suggests arguments in favour of this practice amounting to "it's really inconvenient to wake up to cold water when your dodgy immersion heater trips the mains", and my argument against being "it's even more inconvenient when you're electrocuted by live plumbing ffs".
I could go on about subsequently being given antibiotics diluted with the water from the toilet cistern in the local pharmacy, but I won't, because no-one will believe me.Oh yes we will! (Destroy medical packaging after use!)
Two big deadlines this week, one of which was expected. The other is a client that provided insufficient information ten weeks ago, a bit more last week and now suddenly wants their report with urgency. I've spent the last two days trying to work out how to turn "they've done fuck all" into recommendations
I read somewhere that shoes were ambipedal, so to speak, until the mid nineteenth century. I'm not at all sure I believe it though.It is true, at least for some shoes at some periods of history.
Two big deadlines this week, one of which was expected. The other is a client that provided insufficient information ten weeks ago, a bit more last week and now suddenly wants their report with urgency. I've spent the last two days trying to work out how to turn "they've done fuck all" into recommendations
"The Client has done the worst part of Fuck All. I recommend they pull their collective thumbs out of their collective arses and sort it eh fuck out."
That should do it?
Two big deadlines this week, one of which was expected. The other is a client that provided insufficient information ten weeks ago, a bit more last week and now suddenly wants their report with urgency. I've spent the last two days trying to work out how to turn "they've done fuck all" into recommendations
At least this wasn't an expanding foam story... (http://www.diyfaq.org.uk/humour.html#foam)
Two big deadlines this week, one of which was expected. The other is a client that provided insufficient information ten weeks ago, a bit more last week and now suddenly wants their report with urgency. I've spent the last two days trying to work out how to turn "they've done fuck all" into recommendations
"The Client has done the worst part of Fuck All. I recommend they pull their collective thumbs out of their collective arses and sort it eh fuck out."
That should do it?
If I'm stuck on deliverables for a project, I simply do a bubble plot and put that in a report. You can put three random variables in the same space and it's inestimably popular because everyone hates graphs but likes bubbles. It explains with some precision what happens when you have this, that, and the other. Sometimes I'll tell them it's based on data produced by AI. They like that even more. Those bubbles are the best bubbles of all.
If I really want to go to town I do node plot thing. But that's for special occasions and costs more because it tells the client that some stuff connects to other stuff more than it does to other stuff.
Two big deadlines this week, one of which was expected. The other is a client that provided insufficient information ten weeks ago, a bit more last week and now suddenly wants their report with urgency. I've spent the last two days trying to work out how to turn "they've done fuck all" into recommendations
"The Client has done the worst part of Fuck All. I recommend they pull their collective thumbs out of their collective arses and sort it eh fuck out."
That should do it?
If I'm stuck on deliverables for a project, I simply do a bubble plot and put that in a report. You can put three random variables in the same space and it's inestimably popular because everyone hates graphs but likes bubbles. It explains with some precision what happens when you have this, that, and the other. Sometimes I'll tell them it's based on data produced by AI. They like that even more. Those bubbles are the best bubbles of all.
If I really want to go to town I do node plot thing. But that's for special occasions and costs more because it tells the client that some stuff connects to other stuff more than it does to other stuff.
It must also be pleasing for you, knowing there're idiots like me who, having just read wot you sed above, are staring at it slack-jawed, thinking: "WTF is he going on about!??"
Two big deadlines this week, one of which was expected. The other is a client that provided insufficient information ten weeks ago, a bit more last week and now suddenly wants their report with urgency. I've spent the last two days trying to work out how to turn "they've done fuck all" into recommendations
"The Client has done the worst part of Fuck All. I recommend they pull their collective thumbs out of their collective arses and sort it eh fuck out."
That should do it?
If I'm stuck on deliverables for a project, I simply do a bubble plot and put that in a report. You can put three random variables in the same space and it's inestimably popular because everyone hates graphs but likes bubbles. It explains with some precision what happens when you have this, that, and the other. Sometimes I'll tell them it's based on data produced by AI. They like that even more. Those bubbles are the best bubbles of all.
If I really want to go to town I do node plot thing. But that's for special occasions and costs more because it tells the client that some stuff connects to other stuff more than it does to other stuff.
It must also be pleasing for you, knowing there're idiots like me who, having just read wot you sed above, are staring at it slack-jawed, thinking: "WTF is he going on about!??"
And thusly, my work is done.
Two big deadlines this week, one of which was expected. The other is a client that provided insufficient information ten weeks ago, a bit more last week and now suddenly wants their report with urgency. I've spent the last two days trying to work out how to turn "they've done fuck all" into recommendations
"The Client has done the worst part of Fuck All. I recommend they pull their collective thumbs out of their collective arses and sort it eh fuck out."
That should do it?
If I'm stuck on deliverables for a project, I simply do a bubble plot and put that in a report. You can put three random variables in the same space and it's inestimably popular because everyone hates graphs but likes bubbles. It explains with some precision what happens when you have this, that, and the other. Sometimes I'll tell them it's based on data produced by AI. They like that even more. Those bubbles are the best bubbles of all.
If I really want to go to town I do node plot thing. But that's for special occasions and costs more because it tells the client that some stuff connects to other stuff more than it does to other stuff.
It must also be pleasing for you, knowing there're idiots like me who, having just read wot you sed above, are staring at it slack-jawed, thinking: "WTF is he going on about!??"
And thusly, my work is done.
:thumbs:At least with Rolf Harris's daubings, we had a fair chance of guessing what it was. You've blown my mind man!
*winces and passes the mole grips*
*winces and passes the mole grips*
Where were you and your mole grips when I needed you?
::-)
I thought you applied the mole grips to your nipple so you forgot the pain in your finger?
Better your thumb than geting ire intrusion under the thumbnail.....*winces and passes the mole grips*
Where were you and your mole grips when I needed you?
::-)
Snakebite-puncturing my thumb while fighting with some 10mm2 cable and a low-end ratchet crimper. :-[
(Stung like a bastard, but relatively superficial damage.)
I thought you applied the mole grips to your nipple so you forgot the pain in your finger?
And elsewhere you're complaining about a little rubbing from your new saddle!???!! ;D
After a muddy ride - see "have you been out today" I left my cycling shoes outside the back door.But cleaner!
As the kids are at a party sorted out their bedroom and needed to empty the hot water bottles
We don't have an upstairs bathroom
No bother it's so mild I'd opened a back bedroom window to let some fresh air in
You can see where this is going
Went out to check on the new chickens and yes my cycling shoes are soaked.
Pls be remembering to get your flu shot next year, ian.
I was reading a book this morning. Some of you may remember them, made from dead trees. I needed to know the time so glanced up to the top left corner of the page. Was very confused when it wasn’t there!I’ve rather to often tried to zoom in on magazine and newspaper photos with a two finger gesture, so I feel your confusion.
My most impressive one of late is a pizza-burn, I reached into the over to retrieve my pizza and caught the 250-degree shelf above on the back of my hand.
I've managed to avoid getting burned by the oven shelves, but there was that time I forgot that I had just taken the frying pan with the aluminium handle out of the oven...
I just hit myself in the nose with the laundry basket, with a bit of help from a door.Sorry, but ;D
It's a special dizzy kind of painful.
Fucksake.
I just hit myself in the nose with the laundry basket, with a bit of help from a door.
It's a special dizzy kind of painful.
Fucksake.
I just hit myself in the nose with the laundry basket, with a bit of help from a door.
It's a special dizzy kind of painful.
Fucksake.
You're all reminding me of the time I whacked my chin off my knee and put my teeth through the bit below my lower lip.
It was a rather pathetic jump off a climbing frame, paper stitches and 5 years of orthodontics followed.
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You've got nothing on my mother-in-law. She put our kettle on the gas hob.
It was an electric kettle....
...
The thermometer's bulb exploded and all the glass and mercury fell into the kettle. I don't thnk that any of us fancies mercury poisoning.
The thermometer's bulb exploded and all the glass and mercury fell into the kettle. I don't think that any of us fancies mercury poisoning.
Then there's this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liquid-mirror_telescope
My fillings are still amalgam. It's stable (completely insoluble, hence their use) and there's no need to remove them (in fact, it's safer to leave them in place, though of course, that doesn't pay for your dentist's ski holiday).
You'll be fine. I seem to remember pushing, with a finger, mercury around a wooden tray in the school chemmy lab some 50 odd years ago. Then, blowing the asbestos dust off the samples in the minerals lab whilst doing geology at Uni.
We had an electric motor made from a star shaped piece of metal, a coil and a mercury bath. The tips of the star made and broke the circuit as they dipped in and out of the mercury. Mercury fumes were generated as it did so.You'll be fine. I seem to remember pushing, with a finger, mercury around a wooden tray in the school chemmy lab some 50 odd years ago. Then, blowing the asbestos dust off the samples in the minerals lab whilst doing geology at Uni.
Add to that cloud chambers using alpha radiation sources, and bromine to show Brownian motion. For the latter we had a bucket of IIRC Ammonia, and then a bucket of water, in which to plunge our hands if contaminated. Oh, and we made mercury barometers, fill the tube, thumb over the end and dunk on the basin of mercury ;D
Most crematoria have now beeen retrofitted with mercury filters on the exhausts as part of licensing under the IED (industrial emissions directive) so before you ask "what did the EU ever do for us?"...
You'll be fine. I seem to remember pushing, with a finger, mercury around a wooden tray in the school chemmy lab some 50 odd years ago. Then, blowing the asbestos dust off the samples in the minerals lab whilst doing geology at Uni.
Add to that cloud chambers using alpha radiation sources, and bromine to show Brownian motion. For the latter we had a bucket of IIRC Ammonia, and then a bucket of water, in which to plunge our hands if contaminated. Oh, and we made mercury barometers, fill the tube, thumb over the end and dunk on the basin of mercury ;D
Most crematoria have now beeen retrofitted with mercury filters on the exhausts as part of licensing under the IED (industrial emissions directive) so before you ask "what did the EU ever do for us?"...
I figured there must be some directive or regulation (hence my comment) but Google wasn't forthcoming in the details.
I remember our A physics teacher lost the radioactive source for making the Geiger counter click. Found it towards the end of the lesson in his trouser pocket. (Only alpha, but it's the thought that counts.)
We had the marvellous 'Mad' Mike Smith.My bold. I'm impressed.
His two most notable events were : -
i) Jumping down from the platform at London Bridge and hopping onto the live 3rd rail to demo that electricity is only dangerous if you form part of a circuit
ii) Driving the school minibus (complete with full load of pupils) into one of those downhill escape lanes to 'see what happens'. What happens is that the gravel comes up to the top of the front part of the bonnet.
I've just noticed a drawer (amongst my DymoTM labelled drawers) labelled "Switches. Reed" with a mercury filled tilt switch in it.Training (see what I did there?) these days is don't tread on any rail.
Enough mercury in it to probably fill a couple of thimbles.
ETA:We had the marvellous 'Mad' Mike Smith.My bold. I'm impressed.
His two most notable events were : -
i) Jumping down from the platform at London Bridge and hopping onto the live 3rd rail to demo that electricity is only dangerous if you form part of a circuit
ii) Driving the school minibus (complete with full load of pupils) into one of those downhill escape lanes to 'see what happens'. What happens is that the gravel comes up to the top of the front part of the bonnet.
If memory serves, I had a school friend who went to work for London Transport (as it was then) on the tube and was told 'Step on the juice rail' on the basis that if you did that, there was less chance of tripping over it.
Can't see it myself.
Remind me, when we've the time, to tell you about the occasion when I single-handedly managed to close down Bond Street Station.I've just noticed a drawer (amongst my DymoTM labelled drawers) labelled "Switches. Reed" with a mercury filled tilt switch in it.Training (see what I did there?) these days is don't tread on any rail.
Enough mercury in it to probably fill a couple of thimbles.
ETA:We had the marvellous 'Mad' Mike Smith.My bold. I'm impressed.
His two most notable events were : -
i) Jumping down from the platform at London Bridge and hopping onto the live 3rd rail to demo that electricity is only dangerous if you form part of a circuit
ii) Driving the school minibus (complete with full load of pupils) into one of those downhill escape lanes to 'see what happens'. What happens is that the gravel comes up to the top of the front part of the bonnet.
If memory serves, I had a school friend who went to work for London Transport (as it was then) on the tube and was told 'Step on the juice rail' on the basis that if you did that, there was less chance of tripping over it.
Can't see it myself.
Some years ago The Girl's school had an exchange visit from a school in Accra. The Ghanaian students went on a trip to London. While waiting at the station, one of them dropped a possession, wallet or some such, on to the track. They calmly leapt down to retrieve it. Not so calm was the reaction of the host school teaching staff nor the station bods.
Remind me, when we've the time, to tell you about the occasion when I single-handedly managed to close down Bond Street Station.Well it looks like none of us are going anywhere soon... :)
Remind me, when we've the time, to tell you about the occasion when I single-handedly managed to close down Bond Street Station.I've just noticed a drawer (amongst my DymoTM labelled drawers) labelled "Switches. Reed" with a mercury filled tilt switch in it.Training (see what I did there?) these days is don't tread on any rail.
Enough mercury in it to probably fill a couple of thimbles.
ETA:We had the marvellous 'Mad' Mike Smith.My bold. I'm impressed.
His two most notable events were : -
i) Jumping down from the platform at London Bridge and hopping onto the live 3rd rail to demo that electricity is only dangerous if you form part of a circuit
ii) Driving the school minibus (complete with full load of pupils) into one of those downhill escape lanes to 'see what happens'. What happens is that the gravel comes up to the top of the front part of the bonnet.
If memory serves, I had a school friend who went to work for London Transport (as it was then) on the tube and was told 'Step on the juice rail' on the basis that if you did that, there was less chance of tripping over it.
Can't see it myself.
Some years ago The Girl's school had an exchange visit from a school in Accra. The Ghanaian students went on a trip to London. While waiting at the station, one of them dropped a possession, wallet or some such, on to the track. They calmly leapt down to retrieve it. Not so calm was the reaction of the host school teaching staff nor the station bods.
Remind me, when we've the time, to tell you about the occasion when I single-handedly managed to close down Bond Street Station.I've just noticed a drawer (amongst my DymoTM labelled drawers) labelled "Switches. Reed" with a mercury filled tilt switch in it.Training (see what I did there?) these days is don't tread on any rail.
Enough mercury in it to probably fill a couple of thimbles.
ETA:We had the marvellous 'Mad' Mike Smith.My bold. I'm impressed.
His two most notable events were : -
i) Jumping down from the platform at London Bridge and hopping onto the live 3rd rail to demo that electricity is only dangerous if you form part of a circuit
ii) Driving the school minibus (complete with full load of pupils) into one of those downhill escape lanes to 'see what happens'. What happens is that the gravel comes up to the top of the front part of the bonnet.
If memory serves, I had a school friend who went to work for London Transport (as it was then) on the tube and was told 'Step on the juice rail' on the basis that if you did that, there was less chance of tripping over it.
Can't see it myself.
Some years ago The Girl's school had an exchange visit from a school in Accra. The Ghanaian students went on a trip to London. While waiting at the station, one of them dropped a possession, wallet or some such, on to the track. They calmly leapt down to retrieve it. Not so calm was the reaction of the host school teaching staff nor the station bods.
Pah. I kicked a nuclear reactor containment vessel and an entire US State ran out of electricity.
Bond and Leiter followed Petty Officer Fallon along the lower deck to the engine room and then to the engine-repair shop. On their way they passed through the reactor room. The reactor, the equivalent of a controlled atomic bomb, was an obscene knee-level bulge rising out of the thickly leaded deck. As they passed it, Leiter whispered to Bond, "Liquid sodium Submarine Intermediate Reactor Mark B.'' He grinned sourly and crossed himself.
Bond gave the thing a sideways kick with his shoe. "Steam-age stuff. Our Navy's got the Mark C.''
LTK? Lead Trimmed Knickers?Almost.
'Kin 'ell.LTK? Lead Trimmed Knickers?Almost.
Licence To Kill
LTK? Lead Trimmed Knickers?Almost.
Licence To Kill
What's more worrying is that I last read Thunderball well over twenty years ago, yet ian's remark fired up a memory that allowed me to google "Thunderball steam age".LTK? Lead Trimmed Knickers?Almost.
Licence To Kill
Fair enough. Having decrypted BJB I really shouldn't have been sidetracked down the radioactive corridor.
Of course, we all know that the world's primary source of mercury is Hg wells...
And I suspect the Millenials think that our generation are all safe and staid. If only they knew.....
What's more worrying is that I last read Thunderball well over twenty years ago, yet ian's remark fired up a memory that allowed me to google "Thunderball steam age".LTK? Lead Trimmed Knickers?Almost.
Licence To Kill
Fair enough. Having decrypted BJB I really shouldn't have been sidetracked down the radioactive corridor.
(edited to try to fix broken quoting)
And I suspect the Millenials think that our generation are all safe and staid. If only they knew.....
I was reminded yesterday that one of the main roads near me - a straight stretch of a few miles length - used to have what was known back in the day as a "chicken lane", ie a central third lane on a single carriageway, used for overtaking... in both directions.
What I want to know is, what fucking idiot ever imagined that could possibly be a good idea?
Must have been the late 80s before they finally got rid of it.
[ETA: officially classified as S3 roads - apparently they do still exist. And this page also reminded me of the Aston Expressway, which is classified as S7... one of the (many) reasons I never drive to Birmingham. https://www.sabre-roads.org.uk/wiki/index.php?title=Single_carriageway ]
There's one section of the A303 near me which is supposed to be the last of those three lane roads to be built (according to local legend).
It was still three lane when I moved here 20 years ago, but after one particularly nasty incident, they changed it so that the middle lane is in one direction for about a mile or so, then swaps, with double whites the whole way.
My dad always used to refer to the lanes as nearside, offside and suicide.
Oh yes. I remember them. The A8 by Broxburn especially, but 50 years ago there were rather fewer cars on the roads than there are now and lorries were also very, very much slower* than, most, cars so it sort of worked. These days? File under "Stark, staring bonkers".Quote from: andytheflyerAnd I suspect the Millenials think that our generation are all safe and staid. If only they knew.....
I was reminded yesterday that one of the main roads near me - a straight stretch of a few miles length - used to have what was known back in the day as a "chicken lane", ie a central third lane on a single carriageway, used for overtaking... in both directions.
What I want to know is, what fucking idiot ever imagined that could possibly be a good idea?
Went paddling on Sunday with my dear wife. She in a plastic tub, me in my racing kayak. So I did an impression of a collie dog, hurtling up and down - and turning a lot. It was windy. I capsized a couple of times. That's ok, it is good practice. Phone and car keys with me. That's ok, they are in a dry bag.In normal times you could put it in a jar of rice and hope. However, these days getting hold of rice is a bit of a challenge.
Dry bag top wasn't rolled down much. That's ok, the phone is a waterproof model.
Except that it is over 2 years old, and if it ever was truly IP68, it bloody well isn't anymore. Dead phone (well, digitizer stuffed, charging stuffed, audio jack stuffed).
Bloody div.
New phone ordered, plus additional dry pouches for new phone.
Went paddling on Sunday with my dear wife. She in a plastic tub, me in my racing kayak. So I did an impression of a collie dog, hurtling up and down - and turning a lot. It was windy. I capsized a couple of times. That's ok, it is good practice. Phone and car keys with me. That's ok, they are in a dry bag.In normal times you could put it in a jar of rice and hope. However, these days getting hold of rice is a bit of a challenge.
Dry bag top wasn't rolled down much. That's ok, the phone is a waterproof model.
Except that it is over 2 years old, and if it ever was truly IP68, it bloody well isn't anymore. Dead phone (well, digitizer stuffed, charging stuffed, audio jack stuffed).
Bloody div.
New phone ordered, plus additional dry pouches for new phone.
The rice thing is actually a really bad idea. Rice has a load of fine starch - that will end up stuck to contacts etc in the phone.Went paddling on Sunday with my dear wife. She in a plastic tub, me in my racing kayak. So I did an impression of a collie dog, hurtling up and down - and turning a lot. It was windy. I capsized a couple of times. That's ok, it is good practice. Phone and car keys with me. That's ok, they are in a dry bag.In normal times you could put it in a jar of rice and hope. However, these days getting hold of rice is a bit of a challenge.
Dry bag top wasn't rolled down much. That's ok, the phone is a waterproof model.
Except that it is over 2 years old, and if it ever was truly IP68, it bloody well isn't anymore. Dead phone (well, digitizer stuffed, charging stuffed, audio jack stuffed).
Bloody div.
New phone ordered, plus additional dry pouches for new phone.
They are now. They used not to be. Three lanes, same markings between each. They had a bad reputation in the '70s so no idea why it took so long for them to be repainted.Most of the A4 in Wiltshire used to be like that. People are too stupid to use such roads. There are still 3-lane roads where the single lane has a broken/solid line, and these are the same to all intents and purposes.
They are now. They used not to be. Three lanes, same markings between each. They had a bad reputation in the '70s so no idea why it took so long for them to be repainted.Most of the A4 in Wiltshire used to be like that. People are too stupid to use such roads. There are still 3-lane roads where the single lane has a broken/solid line, and these are the same to all intents and purposes.
But it does at least imply that the lane is primarily for traffic in one direction with the other direction able to use it only for overtaking; as in the example I posted upthread, where it's clearly for uphill traffic with downhill traffic having to give way to them.They are now. They used not to be. Three lanes, same markings between each. They had a bad reputation in the '70s so no idea why it took so long for them to be repainted.Most of the A4 in Wiltshire used to be like that. People are too stupid to use such roads. There are still 3-lane roads where the single lane has a broken/solid line, and these are the same to all intents and purposes.
The anomaly of that broken/solid line on the single lane is that theoretically oncoming traffic can enter it :demon:
accidentally knocked over the jar of smelly oil with sticks in it this lunchtime, changed shirt adn jumper, washed hands twice and I still stink of it :sick:
accidentally knocked over the jar of smelly oil with sticks in it this lunchtime, changed shirt adn jumper, washed hands twice and I still stink of it :sick:
Mrs ED commented on how it fragranced the whole of the washing
Decided to let the turbo bike out of its cage today so fitted the wheel with a proper tyre on it rather than a turbo tyre and set off.Somewhere in this thread is my account of something similar. Except I'd forgotten that I'd disconnected front and rear brakes...
Did I mention that I’ve moved house since I last used that bike outside?
Or rather than living at the bottom of a steep hill I now live at the top of one?
Or that the as the turbo wheel rim is wider than the road one to fit/remove it I had to disengage the rear brake?
I expect that you can guess the rest...
Ws VE Day not the Bank Holiday which was moved from 1st May as that was a teensy tiny bit full on Socialist Internationale Lets Man the Barricades for the Tory Government?
That is why, despite (or because of) years of cycling experience, you should always safety check your bike before riding.
Phew, I read the first line and thought "Oh no!"
Phew, I read the first line and thought "Oh no!"Me too. I was already going faint and clammy.
I don't remember that story. But I must find it!
In normal times you could put it in a jar of rice and hope. However, these days getting hold of rice is a bit of a challenge.
And the Bank Holiday is not till Friday, anyway...
And the Bank Holiday is not till Friday, anyway...
And the Bank Holiday is not till Friday, anyway...
"Brian May Day" according to my Abandoned Mattresses of Walthamstow calendar ;D
It took me two readings of Neal Stephenson's Reamde AND 53% of the sequel Fall or Dodge In Hell before I worked out that Richard "Dodge" Forthrast's in-game/afterlife alter ego is called "Egdod" because it's his nickname spelled backwards :facepalm:I’ve only read1 Reamde and didn’t know that there was a sequel, I must look. I haven’t seen that either.
And the Bank Holiday is not till Friday, anyway...
"Brian May Day" according to my Abandoned Mattresses of Walthamstow calendar ;D
I assume that's traditionally celebrated with a morning of badger-saving, followed by a hair & guitar concert in the afternoon, before settling in for an evening ofswearing at cloudsastrononononomy?
Wasn't it World Naked Gardening Day recently?
Its probably not a good idea to run you ringer along the edge you just filed to see if its sharp now.
If perchance you do not follow this advice you better have some plasters to hand in the garage.
Diamond files make stuff very sharp very quickly !!
If your other half asks you to sharpen the edging shears.
If you say yes and think this will be a good way to test that new Trend diamond file Amazon delivered earlier in the week.
Its probably not a good idea to run you ringer along the edge you just filed to see if its sharp now.
If perchance you do not follow this advice you better have some plasters to hand in the garage.
Diamond files make stuff very sharp very quickly !!
DAMHIKT
This is a standard test when sharpening straightrazors. Very very lightly drag blade across nail; it should 'grab' all the way. Any blunt spots are felt as a change of resistance.Its probably not a good idea to run you ringer along the edge you just filed to see if its sharp now.
If perchance you do not follow this advice you better have some plasters to hand in the garage.
Diamond files make stuff very sharp very quickly !!
My Daddy tells me Rabbis performing Tasks with Blades tested them on fingernails...
Suspect thumbnails were used more as these are thicker and more easily aligned to a blade.
Seems wise...
Paul Sellers: https://youtu.be/KD8BVZ15C6E
Did this with MrsT's shears, which she leaves outside on an old barbecue all year round. It worked.
Ooh I want one of these now.You'll be better off with a couple of Japanese water stones and a leather strop.
https://www.trenddirectuk.com/fts-ks-fast-track-knife-sharpener-kit
I only have a steel at the moment..
How does a neophyte learn to use a water stone properly? Any good resources on you tube? (There are loads but what's good?)
Be aware though that you can make things too sharp. A very sharp edge is liable to get damaged quite easily.
Very sharp is good for kitchen knives but not so good for a knife you use for opening parcels or camping. There is such a thing as sufficiently sharp.
talking of crimping tools, I've just inherited a toolbox with two of these (https://uk.rs-online.com/web/p/crimp-tools/0456447/?relevancy-data=636F3D3126696E3D4931384E525353746F636B4E756D626572266C753D656E266D6D3D6D61746368616C6C26706D3D5E2828282872737C5253295B205D3F293F285C647B337D5B5C2D5C735D3F5C647B332C347D5B705061415D3F29297C283235285C647B387D7C5C647B317D5C2D5C647B377D2929292426706F3D3126736E3D592673723D2673743D52535F53544F434B5F4E554D4245522677633D4E4F4E45267573743D3435362D343437267374613D3034353634343726&searchHistory=%7B%22enabled%22%3Atrue%7D)in it.
I wondered what they were fror until I gewgalled the part number.
£70+ each :o
Ah the satisfying click of everything slotting correctly into place as you squeeze the handles of a good quality RJ45 crimp tool. Less satisfying is the realisation that the snagless boot is still in the component drawer behind you. Distinctly irritating is experiencing the latter twice in one day.When I was an apprentice telephone man the gang I was with got called to help another gang who were ‘pulling in’1 a big expensive coaxial trunk cable. It was practice with BECTCs to pull half of it in one way, take the rest of the drum and pull that in the other way because BECTCs are HEAVY and not only does half have less than half the friction, there’s also less chance of it stretching, something to be avoided with paper insulated BECTC because it can affect their transmission characteristics. So the gang doing the job had laid out the second half in the approved flaked pattern and the gang leader had gone with the truck and winch to the pulling out end. Here things become less clear because the gang junior says he asked their apprentice to pass him the end, and the apprentice swears blind he was only watching. Regardless, the gang junior duly fastened the pulling tackle to the end of the cable and fed it into duct. With less than a few yards to go, ie well into the last loop, it was discovered that the lamp post near to the carriageway box was looped by the cable. Much cursing ensued, caps were wrung and feet shuffled. The Inspector was called and a Simon platform called for. That’s when they realised just how much trouble they were in as there wasn’t enough cable loose to go over the street lamp.
I have just knocked myself on the head. Using mitre saw to trim the corners off a small block I want to turn: no way to clamp it so hold it by hand; blade pulls down more strongly than I can hold, block cants into the blade; next thing is a fearful crack echoing through my head then pain and blood. Now have a lump & a plaster on noggin. All fingers still present. Kinda shaky, nice cup of tea.
Found block hiding behind saw, all chewed up. Arse. Bandsaw next time.
I have just knocked myself on the head. Using mitre saw to trim the corners off a small block I want to turn: no way to clamp it so hold it by hand; blade pulls down more strongly than I can hold, block cants into the blade; next thing is a fearful crack echoing through my head then pain and blood. Now have a lump & a plaster on noggin. All fingers still present. Kinda shaky, nice cup of tea.
Found block hiding behind saw, all chewed up. Arse. Bandsaw next time.
You know, this is the sort of story that just demands pictures of the injury as proof :p
J
I have just knocked myself on the head. Using mitre saw to trim the corners off a small block I want to turn: no way to clamp it so hold it by hand; blade pulls down more strongly than I can hold, block cants into the blade; next thing is a fearful crack echoing through my head then pain and blood. Now have a lump & a plaster on noggin. All fingers still present. Kinda shaky, nice cup of tea.I was going all clammy and sweaty well before I read to the end. Phew, I was expecting the worst........ I need a cup of tea and a biscuit now....
Found block hiding behind saw, all chewed up. Arse. Bandsaw next time.
We do have an injuries thread, https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=19419.0 but it's cycling only. Perhaps we should start another.
I have just knocked myself on the head. Using mitre saw to trim the corners off a small block I want to turn: no way to clamp it so hold it by hand; blade pulls down more strongly than I can hold, block cants into the blade; next thing is a fearful crack echoing through my head then pain and blood. Now have a lump & a plaster on noggin. All fingers still present. Kinda shaky, nice cup of tea.
Found block hiding behind saw, all chewed up. Arse. Bandsaw next time.
You know, this is the sort of story that just demands pictures of the injury as proof :p
J
We do have an injuries thread, https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=19419.0 (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=19419.0) but it's cycling only. Perhaps we should start another.
We'd have to set a threshold for injury, else I'd just be flooding it with wounds... I seem to have far to higher frequency of wounds...
J
That job as a knife throwers assistant not working out then ?
That job as a knife throwers assistant not working out then ?https://www.monologues.co.uk/Les_Barker/Cosmo_the_Knife.htm (https://www.monologues.co.uk/Les_Barker/Cosmo_the_Knife.htm)
We do have an injuries thread, https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=19419.0 but it's cycling only. Perhaps we should start another.
We'd have to set a threshold for injury, else I'd just be flooding it with wounds... I seem to have far to higher frequency of wounds...
J
That would mean I could offer up my most recent tree-related wound
Mrs Ham come up all excited - "just seen on Facebook, they're selling the sandals you use cheap - here's the website" Sure enough , €20 instead of €120. Excitement excitement. And they have my size in stock, most sizes apparently. And a pair of hiking shoes for Mrs Ham. That's exciting. Payment.......No PayPal? Ah well, Card......payment fail
Feckity Feckity feck feck
Anyone watching carefully will have noticed a few red flags.
Oh well. Card stopped within minutes.
The scam website is eccoeustore.com
Mrs Ham come up all excited - "just seen on Facebook, they're selling the sandals you use cheap - here's the website" Sure enough , €20 instead of €120. Excitement excitement. And they have my size in stock, most sizes apparently. And a pair of hiking shoes for Mrs Ham. That's exciting. Payment.......No PayPal? Ah well, Card......payment fail
Feckity Feckity feck feck
Anyone watching carefully will have noticed a few red flags.
Oh well. Card stopped within minutes.
The scam website is eccoeustore.com
Didn't someone else fall for exactly the same site and document it here? Maybe I imagined it.
The true mistake is sandals, of course, I hate feet. And toes, oh god, toes. I can't look at bare feet without feeling icky. I fear summer and the season of the feet. Winter is fine, those feet and their ten malformed terrors are securely ensconced in boots and sensible footwear. Then the sun comes out and the horror is unleashed.
Didn't someone else fall for exactly the same site and document it here? Maybe I imagined it.
Didn't someone else fall for exactly the same site and document it here? Maybe I imagined it.
Might well have done. Given the way I rode roughshod over everything I know, I wasn't about to remember a simple direct warning, was I?
I was wondering if it was you and you've in fact lost your mind.
I've literally spent years looking for the V5C for my car after noting its absence from the Desk Drawer Of Important Documents.
Been digging through boxes of old paperwork, behind furniture, tearing the place apart, anywhere it might be.
Today I found it.
In the Desk Drawer Of Important Documents.
In an envelope!
Have grinked dropbox customer services (despite them trying to hide the link, I managed to find it). Let's see how reasonable they're feeling... have recently had success in demanding a refund on an unwanted autorenewal.
On the subject of nudity, part or total, once upon a time, many years ago, an, erm, friend of mine decided to tidy the rather unruly fields down below using an electric trimmer. That went well until encountering one of the more furrowed fields and getting a bit too close.
It was a different field allegedly, but from such a small nick, much blood is issued.
Of course, to avoid looking like you have Leo Sayer held hostage in your Speedos, it's probably worth it.
I'll be heading over to the workshop presently to glue the board back together.That's a relief, I was envisaging the recounting of a trip to the local A&E to have fingers re-attached....
I'll be heading over to the workshop presently to glue the board back together.That's a relief, I was envisaging the recounting of a trip to the local A&E to have fingers re-attached....
Attach the pedal to the bike and see if that gains you enough leverage?
I'm not sure how an SPD engages backwards, but you're probably left with trying to somehow prise open the spring of the mechanism. Flathead screwdriver? Get some string around it? That sort of thing.
My normal releasing technique is heel outwards.^ What Kim says. Works for me too. Riding a recumbent you really, really want that foot to release just when you ask it to.......
I had to undo the hoe and remove foot to dismount and investigate.excellently unfortunate typo!
My Time atacs will release both inwards and outwards, only the angle and therefore the strength of release to go inwards is greater. You can actually swap the handed cleats if you want the firmer grip.
and yes I have once had a cleat bolt come out resulting in a shoe that wouldn't disengage. Fortunately it was the right shoe (in both senses) and I habitually stop with my left foot down I had to undo the hoe and remove foot to dismount and investigate.
"What's he doing?"My Time atacs will release both inwards and outwards, only the angle and therefore the strength of release to go inwards is greater. You can actually swap the handed cleats if you want the firmer grip.
and yes I have once had a cleat bolt come out resulting in a shoe that wouldn't disengage. Fortunately it was the right shoe (in both senses) and I habitually stop with my left foot down I had to undo the hoe and remove foot to dismount and investigate.
I had the same happen to me when a bolt dropped out of an SPD cleat. I had to undo my shoe to get off the bike at the pub, and then caused much hilarity amongst the on looking drinkers as I proceeded to beat the shoe off the bike with large log that was to hand.
Just discovered I've ordered the wrong components for a circuit board. Write values, wrong size...
Amazingly I had managed to get the too big cap to fit, but the too big resister is a non starter...
I think my brain may be utterly fried :(Sympathy, parts procurement is apt to do that.
J
YesterdayEarly 90s, I entered a phone box somewhere in Central Londinium to phone my boss, telling him I had successfully devilried the package and would be motorcycling pleasantly back to Bath unless he had further instructions for me. Took out my wallet, looking for phone card (or possibly it was coins) and a gust of wind blew a fiver (or possibly even a tenner) out of the phone box and through the gaps in the anti-personnel railings at the side of the road. On that day, I became an Olympic hurdler.
I went to the Chemist to collect a prescription for my mother. Tick.
I also needed a copy of the prescription for a blue badge application. Chemist says no go to surgery. Surgery gives me duplicate prescription. I lose it walking home. FAIL.
Last night I remember previous case. Fifty years ago I was eight years old. I was riding to the chip shop. I had list, 10 shilling note and a M&S carrier bag. I was riding on the best bike ever made with objects clamped with my little hand to the handle bars. A gust of wind and the 10 Shilling note blown away. The government noticed my anguish and introduced the 50p coin shortly afterwards.
Today
I went back to the surgery and got another duplicate prescription. Tick
I bought some Synairgen shares earlier this year and sold them about a month ago for a slight profit.
They've gone from 36p at market close on Friday to 158.5p this morning...
While I was undercoating today I thought I would try that top tip of painters which is to put an elastic band across the top of the paint pot to wipe excess paint on instead of round the lip of the tin.I'd not reached the end your first sentence, when I spotted (no pun intended) where this was going ;)
Upon completing the painting, I look askance at the pot and think, better be careful taking that band off or I'll get spattered with paint.
So I tried to careful but of course the pent up tension in the band had other ideas. I think you can guess what happened next.
Physics, Mrs Pingu, physics. :facepalm:
You are using a paint kettle and not the tin, aren't you? Another top tip: the 1kg yoghurt pots make perfect paint kettles.What do you do when you're finished, just pour it back in?
Oh my. Rubber band? instead of that, try some wire, light gauge stuff. Wind around the kettle handle, across to the other side. You are using a paint kettle and not the tin, aren't you? Another top tip: the 1kg yoghurt pots make perfect paint kettles.
You are using a paint kettle and not the tin, aren't you? Another top tip: the 1kg yoghurt pots make perfect paint kettles.What do you do when you're finished, just pour it back in?
You are using a paint kettle and not the tin, aren't you? Another top tip: the 1kg yoghurt pots make perfect paint kettles.What do you do when you're finished, just pour it back in?
I thought the idea of using a paint kettle was to only decant a small amount at a time (and top up as necessary), so there should only be dregs left at the end, nothing to pour back, therefore no risk of contaminating the main pot.
Another reason for using a paint kettle is that it contains a lot less paint so is a lot less catastrophic if it gets knocked over. DAMHIKT.
W-e-e-e-e-l, I'd actually describe it as having the optimum amount in the kettle so the risk of overloading the brush is lessened, also much more convenient than trying to carry/paint from a 2.5 litre can.
Contamination of the can is not something that I've ever seen as a concern.
More a div-no-more moment: realized for the first time today that Shimano cassettes are packaged in such a way that you can slide the whole unit down the disposable plastic core and onto the freewheel in one piece. In the past I've removed the core then struggled to keep the cassette in one piece while sliding it over, usually without success. Duh.I think I learned this just after fitting the last one. I think the problem here is doing something often enough that you don't bother reading the instructions anymore.
To be fair, m'lud...
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=116347.msg2521556#msg2521556)
This is also the "how have you attempted to remove yourself from this mortal coil, today?" thread, isn't it?
Because today I learned something. I learned that when one's beloved calls, the "what now?" response REALLY needs to be sotto voce. Very sotto.
To be pedantic - it's "A little learning is a dangerous thing" from the Alexander Pope poem, I quote :I sit corrected and educated. Always good that.
A little learning is a dangerous thing ;
If you flip the wheel round in your truing jig a few times, it shows you whether the dish is out and by how much. If the lateral position of the rim does not change, it is dished properly.If working on a wheel with misc spacers, locknuts and washers, make sure they're all in place before doing this, otherwise it will appear miles off and Bad Swears will happen until you realise. DAHIKT.
If you flip the wheel round in your truing jig a few times, it shows you whether the dish is out and by how much. If the lateral position of the rim does not change, it is dished properly.
I've been building my own wheels for my newest bike, using Roger Musson's excellent book. I didn't make a wheel dishing tool though, as the wheel building stand I'm using has markers on for checking the dishing.I bought that book too a month or so back. I haven't read/tried any others, so can't quite work out why I bought this one, but I agree, it's dead easy to follow, though I suspect some of what he says is quite possibly very idiosyncratic.
Back wheel went great, put it in the bike, dishing was spot on.
I must have messed the front wheel up though (disc brake, so is slightly dished) and not been paying attention. I put the wheel in the bike and the dish is slightly off. Could use it, but it would annoy me. So I put the wheel back in the stand to fix the dishing. I make a mark on some tape where I want the centre of the wheel to end up.
Somehow I managed to fix the dishing the wrong way, and now the wheel is twice as bad as it was before.
Flipping the wheel round actually indicates double the amount the wheel is out of dish i.e. 2mm difference in rim position = 1mm out of dish.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=116347.msg2521556#msg2521556)I think that this is entirely acceptable. Like most techie I can mostly fumble my way around setting a network up to work, but bug fixing a setup is never going to be an efficient process. The only reason I can come up with as to why networking in particular has become such an opaque topic is that those who originally developed it used voodoo to make it work. I’m convinced that advanced networking courses are in reality instructions on how to hide the bodies of the required sacrifices.
If you flip the wheel round in your truing jig a few times, it shows you whether the dish is out and by how much. If the lateral position of the rim does not change, it is dished properly.
Being short-sighted, when I want to do something fiddly I usually peek over the top of my glasses. Yesterday, getting the backing off a bit of helicopter tape was too fiddly even for that so I swapped my glasses for binocular magnifiers and peeked over the top of those.I have a similar problem: I wear varifocals, so if I want to do something like rewire a ceiling rose, or anything above my head, I'm looking through the distance part of the lens and I can't see thing. Until I recalled my music reading glasses - which focus about 3 feet in front of my face.
Yeah. I use my computer glasses for cutting my toenails.I find clippers or scissors easier.
Yeah. I use my computer glasses for cutting my toenails.I find clippers or scissors easier.
IGMC
Being short-sighted, when I want to do something fiddly I usually peek over the top of my glasses. Yesterday, getting the backing off a bit of helicopter tape was too fiddly even for that so I swapped my glasses for binocular magnifiers and peeked over the top of those.I have a similar problem: I wear varifocals, so if I want to do something like rewire a ceiling rose, or anything above my head, I'm looking through the distance part of the lens and I can't see thing. Until I recalled my music reading glasses - which focus about 3 feet in front of my face.
That works.
Hadn't thought of that! Just had a dry run - I'd need to molish some sort of retaining apparatus, but it might work.Being short-sighted, when I want to do something fiddly I usually peek over the top of my glasses. Yesterday, getting the backing off a bit of helicopter tape was too fiddly even for that so I swapped my glasses for binocular magnifiers and peeked over the top of those.I have a similar problem: I wear varifocals, so if I want to do something like rewire a ceiling rose, or anything above my head, I'm looking through the distance part of the lens and I can't see thing. Until I recalled my music reading glasses - which focus about 3 feet in front of my face.
That works.
Have you tried the Dennis Taylor snooker glasses method - wearing yours upside down? :)
Being short-sighted, when I want to do something fiddly I usually peek over the top of my glasses. Yesterday, getting the backing off a bit of helicopter tape was too fiddly even for that so I swapped my glasses for binocular magnifiers and peeked over the top of those.I have a similar problem: I wear varifocals, so if I want to do something like rewire a ceiling rose, or anything above my head, I'm looking through the distance part of the lens and I can't see thing. Until I recalled my music reading glasses - which focus about 3 feet in front of my face.
That works.
Have you tried the Dennis Taylor snooker glasses method - wearing yours upside down? :)
Being short-sighted, when I want to do something fiddly I usually peek over the top of my glasses. Yesterday, getting the backing off a bit of helicopter tape was too fiddly even for that so I swapped my glasses for binocular magnifiers and peeked over the top of those.I have a similar problem: I wear varifocals, so if I want to do something like rewire a ceiling rose, or anything above my head, I'm looking through the distance part of the lens and I can't see thing. Until I recalled my music reading glasses - which focus about 3 feet in front of my face.
That works.
Have you tried the Dennis Taylor snooker glasses method - wearing yours upside down? :)
But then you have the wrong lens in front of each eye.
Gave myself mild sunstroke, on a not particularly warm or sunny day. Didn't noticed I hadn't pee'd even after drink half a litre of coffee and litre and a half of water. Even made sure I was in the shade too. No sunburn tho.Entirely unrelated, many a year ago I completed the London-Brighton. Which I found quite unpleasant, partly as I had sunstroke. All the symptoms, thumping headache, hot, tired. At the finish St Johns Ambulance had a field hospital set up which would have graced a minor war. Scum approaches first aid lady and begs a paracetamol. Ohhh noo Mr Scum - we are not allowed to give out drugs. So WTF is your function then? Are you waiting for a sudden outbreak of cub scouts with broken forearms so you can apply triangular bandages?
Gave myself mild sunstroke, on a not particularly warm or sunny day. Didn't noticed I hadn't pee'd even after drink half a litre of coffee and litre and a half of water. Even made sure I was in the shade too. No sunburn tho.Entirely unrelated, many a year ago I completed the London-Brighton. Which I found quite unpleasant, partly as I had sunstroke. All the symptoms, thumping headache, hot, tired. At the finish St Johns Ambulance had a field hospital set up which would have graced a minor war. Scum approaches first aid lady and begs a paracetamol. Ohhh noo Mr Scum - we are not allowed to give out drugs. So WTF is your function then? Are you waiting for a sudden outbreak of cub scouts with broken forearms so you can apply triangular bandages?
Are you waiting for a sudden outbreak of cub scouts with broken forearms so you can apply triangular bandages?
Are you waiting for a sudden outbreak of cub scouts with broken forearms so you can apply triangular bandages?
Shirley the cubs can bandage their own forearms using woggles and so on? Unless they're busy removing things from horses' hooves with a Swiss Army Knife, of course.
That's for sea scouts - the horses would drown.
That's for sea scouts - the horses would drown.
Not if they were sea horses
That's for sea scouts - the horses would drown.
Not if they were sea horses
Ain't no hooves on that bitch!
Are you waiting for a sudden outbreak of cub scouts with broken forearms so you can apply triangular bandages?
Shirley the cubs can bandage their own forearms using woggles and so on? Unless they're busy removing things from horses' hooves with a Swiss Army Knife, of course.
Nah. We didn't have Swiss Army Knives. We had this. With completely useless horse's hoof bodger.
https://images.app.goo.gl/QSwQBGAfSZJxqHLY8
That looks more like a splicing spike to me.
Used by salty folk to open up the lay of ropes to splice other ropes into it.
Nah. We didn't have Swiss Army Knives. We had this. With completely useless horse's hoof bodger.
https://images.app.goo.gl/QSwQBGAfSZJxqHLY8
Gave myself mild sunstroke, on a not particularly warm or sunny day. Didn't noticed I hadn't pee'd even after drink half a litre of coffee and litre and a half of water. Even made sure I was in the shade too. No sunburn tho.Entirely unrelated, many a year ago I completed the London-Brighton. Which I found quite unpleasant, partly as I had sunstroke. All the symptoms, thumping headache, hot, tired. At the finish St Johns Ambulance had a field hospital set up which would have graced a minor war. Scum approaches first aid lady and begs a paracetamol. Ohhh noo Mr Scum - we are not allowed to give out drugs. So WTF is your function then? Are you waiting for a sudden outbreak of cub scouts with broken forearms so you can apply triangular bandages?
I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.Looking forward to you posting this again tomorrow. ;)
I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
"I'm having the garage refrigerated so no one can use 5G to steal my car."I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
Just a new security measure for keyless entry cars, stops anyone stealing your radio waves
So, where's the butter?"I'm having the garage refrigerated so no one can use 5G to steal my car."I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
Just a new security measure for keyless entry cars, stops anyone stealing your radio waves
So, where's the butter?"I'm having the garage refrigerated so no one can use 5G to steal my car."I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
Just a new security measure for keyless entry cars, stops anyone stealing your radio waves
I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
Most St John's (and Red Cross) First Aiders are not qualified to prescribe and/or administer medicines. There are all sorts of contraindications for something as simple as paracetemol. Their function is - in an emergency - to administer 'first aid' until such time as someone else can treat you, including prescribing/administering any required medicines.
You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh."I'm having the garage refrigerated so no one can use 5G to steal my car."I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
Just a new security measure for keyless entry cars, stops anyone stealing your radio waves
You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh."I'm having the garage refrigerated so no one can use 5G to steal my car."I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
Just a new security measure for keyless entry cars, stops anyone stealing your radio waves
You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh.
You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh.
Any fule kno garages are for keeping bikes and bike related paraphernalia in.
You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh."I'm having the garage refrigerated so no one can use 5G to steal my car."I've heard of this being a thing, but this the first time for me. I have just (eventually) found the car keys in the fridge.
Just a new security measure for keyless entry cars, stops anyone stealing your radio waves
Labelled "Too short to be of any use"You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh.
Any fule kno garages are for keeping bikes and bike related paraphernalia in.
And random bits of wood.
You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh.
Any fule kno garages are for keeping bikes and bike related paraphernalia in.
And random bits of wood.
You keep your car in the garage? There’s posh.
Any fule kno garages are for keeping bikes and bike related paraphernalia in.
Modern garages are too small. You can't even keep a baby elephant in them.
Just get two garages.
Just get two garages.
I haven't got that many bikes though.
Get more bikes...
It does seem like the obvious solution and it’s not something your SO can argue with really.Get more bikes...
I like your way of thinking.
Just get two garages.
I haven't got that many bikesthoughyet.
Just get two garages.
I haven't got that many bikesthoughyet.
FTFY.
I should probably have closed the Velux window above my bed before it started raining :facepalm:Nah. Efficiency. Kip and a shower at the same time. More time for drinking coffee when you get out of your (soggy) pit. :)
You know when you've got a load of small fiddly things, right, and you put them in an ice cube tray to make sure they don't get lost, yeah? And then you knock the ice cube tray onto the floor?
Yes, exactly like that.
i have a large pot of assorted Babbage engine fixings after the last time I took one to pieces*. I can send you a handful if you’d like.You know when you've got a load of small fiddly things, right, and you put them in an ice cube tray to make sure they don't get lost, yeah? And then you knock the ice cube tray onto the floor?
Yes, exactly like that.
“Again! Again!” cried the invisible Teletubbies in the Chips Room of Larrington Towers. Mr Larrington duly obliged. Is it Wrong to install a disk drive using d/s tape?
Ta, o Bearded Wonder, but the d/s tape seems to be working for now. We'll see how it gets on once the Babbage-Engine gets properly warm.
“Again! Again!” cried the invisible Teletubbies in the Chips Room of Larrington Towers. Mr Larrington duly obliged. Is it Wrong to install a disk drive using d/s tape?
You know when you've got a load of small fiddly things, right, and you put them in an ice cube tray to make sure they don't get lost, yeah? And then you knock the ice cube tray onto the floor?
Yes, exactly like that.
“Again! Again!” cried the invisible Teletubbies in the Chips Room of Larrington Towers. Mr Larrington duly obliged. Is it Wrong to install a disk drive using d/s tape?
Yeahbut, it's August. Tomorrow I'm going to have to go out with the bamboo pole of cleanness to check the oil level. In readiness for the heating season. Never done that in August before.Oh shit. I've only just noticed the the filler cap on our oil tank was open. I can only assume that has been since I checked the level a fortnight ago.
Yeahbut, it's August. Tomorrow I'm going to have to go out with the bamboo pole of cleanness to check the oil level. In readiness for the heating season. Never done that in August before.Oh shit. I've only just noticed the the filler cap on our oil tank was open. I can only assume that has been since I checked the level a fortnight ago.
There's been rain since then. Oh buggery, buggery bugger.
Yeahbut, it's August. Tomorrow I'm going to have to go out with the bamboo pole of cleanness to check the oil level. In readiness for the heating season. Never done that in August before.Oh shit. I've only just noticed the the filler cap on our oil tank was open. I can only assume that has been since I checked the level a fortnight ago.
There's been rain since then. Oh buggery, buggery bugger.
Is there not some sort of sump plug arrangement, by which water and associated schmoo can be drained off? Not that there's any way such a scheme could go horribly wrong, of course...
The outlet pipe is well above the bottom of the tank, although I have no idea of the internal dimensions of the double skin so I'm not sure how well above.
No evidence of a sump tap. I assume that the idea was to leave enough room in the bottom to cover usage for the suggested lifespan of the tank.
10 years aiui. :o. I can only assume that it is the same age as the boiler and ch system which was installed in 2004.
Oh dear.
The outlet pipe is well above the bottom of the tank, although I have no idea of the internal dimensions of the double skin so I'm not sure how well above.
No evidence of a sump tap. I assume that the idea was to leave enough room in the bottom to cover usage for the suggested lifespan of the tank.
10 years aiui. :o. I can only assume that it is the same age as the boiler and ch system which was installed in 2004.
Oh dear.
10 years?? I know for sure the house across the road has the same (steel) tank that was there when we moved in in 1999.
The simplest way to do this is to use a sharp knife to slice it off, and replace it with the tops sliced off another remote, that you no longer use, sticking it down with a v small dab of silicone.May one recommend a small bottle of conductive paint, as used to be sold by Maplins? A small dot of this on the reverse of each key serves very well but does have to be redone at intervals. In extremis a 2B or 3B pencil can be used to restore the conducting layer, but this is a very, very short term solution.
May one recommend a small bottle of conductive paint, as used to be sold by Maplins?
I may be the only person who remembers sonic remote controls (I figure it might one of those things that only featured in my life, because I imagined it).Yes.
My parents, in an attempt not to be so pikey with a one-careless-owner portable, got a giant TV from Radio Rentals. It was, according to my five-year-old memory, the size of a shipping container. Not that five-year-old me was familiar with shipping containers. Which would be odd.
Anyway, it had a remote control that clicked. Click, click, click to change channel and volume. So, if you're five-year-old and willing to risk a clip around the ear, you can control the TV by running through the living room and clapping and turn Coronation Street into The Generation Game. Just like that. My ears still sting.
We can control our TV with an app. It's diabolical magic.
I may be the only person who remembers sonic remote controls (I figure it might one of those things that only featured in my life, because I imagined it).
I may be the only person who remembers sonic remote controls (I figure it might one of those things that only featured in my life, because I imagined it).
Quote from: HamThe simplest way to do this is to use a sharp knife to slice it off, and replace it with the tops sliced off another remote, that you no longer use, sticking it down with a v small dab of silicone.May one recommend a small bottle of conductive paint, as used to be sold by Maplins? A small dot of this on the reverse of each key serves very well but does have to be redone at intervals. In extremis a 2B or 3B pencil can be used to restore the conducting layer, but this is a very, very short term solution.
*And yes, I did replace the pads on the hacked remote and used another.
Also, I recall a possibly apocryphal story of a budgie learning the ultrasonic tones and changing the channel at random. Not that I blame it, you take your entertainment where you can get it when you're a budgie.Klaus my partner had two parrots when he was young and they did learn to change his sonic remote controlled television.
That's a date :-*
At patisserie stop today, I grabbed a freebie bonbon and tried to shove it into my mouth - through the mask.
Wearing a mask has made me realise how much I use my mouth to hold stuff. Yesterday I tried to hold my headphone cable in my mouth, while wearing a mask.
Yes, me too, especially when I lose most of a hand to the sodding stick.
Related: Never catch a dropped smouldering iron.
Wearing a mask has made me realise how much I use my mouth to hold stuff. Yesterday I tried to hold my headphone cable in my mouth, while wearing a mask.
Yes, me too, especially when I lose most of a hand to the sodding stick.
As I said to LWaB: 'Free without one pair of crutches: one pair of hands'.
Nice thing about a wheelchair is that I'm seated and able to use hands without flailing around, grasping for a balance handhold.
Related: Never catch a dropped smouldering iron. Or walk barefoot around one that's in use at floor level.
Yesterday: Chamfered the end of a bit of wood the lazy way, using the disc of the bench sander. Circumstances obliged me to hold it against the rising side of the disc, impatience meant that I pushed it in too hard. Natural prudence meant that the flying dust & bits of red-hot abrasive didn't get past my safety glasses; Sod's Law/Nemesis meant that they went down inside my shirt instead and burned, burned, burned. Boo-hoo.
Gosh, wheelchairs as empowering not 'binding' as in 'wheelchair-bound'. SHOCKER.
An abled will be along shortly to tell you how wrong you are, you POOR thing *snerk*.
Yesterday: Chamfered the end of a bit of wood the lazy way, using the disc of the bench sander. Circumstances obliged me to hold it against the rising side of the disc, impatience meant that I pushed it in too hard. Natural prudence meant that the flying dust & bits of red-hot abrasive didn't get past my safety glasses; Sod's Law/Nemesis meant that they went down inside my shirt instead and burned, burned, burned. Boo-hoo.
You know that special sequence of button pushes that erases all data on your cycle computer? The one you can never remember because you'll never need it? Well, I still don't know what it is for mine but I did it yesterday. About 35,000km over 7 or 8 years erased. But you know? It doesn't matter. Oh, you knew that already. :thumbsup:
You know that special sequence of button pushes that erases all data on your cycle computer? The one you can never remember because you'll never need it? Well, I still don't know what it is for mine but I did it yesterday. About 35,000km over 7 or 8 years erased. But you know? It doesn't matter. Oh, you knew that already. :thumbsup:It's in the manual next to the invocation for setting the odometer to an arbitrary value.
Yeah, the one that got nibbled by meece before being leaked on by a car battery and chucked during the last house-move.
100,000 seconds! But that's nearly for ever! Well, okay, it's a bit more than a day... No, it didn't do anything, I did the magic accidental button press – at least, I'm pretty sure I did – and I still have the manual somewhere, but really, it's not important enough. I might as well just make up a new number, maybe 999,999.99!You know that special sequence of button pushes that erases all data on your cycle computer? The one you can never remember because you'll never need it? Well, I still don't know what it is for mine but I did it yesterday. About 35,000km over 7 or 8 years erased. But you know? It doesn't matter. Oh, you knew that already. :thumbsup:It's in the manual next to the invocation for setting the odometer to an arbitrary value.
Yeah, the one that got nibbled by meece before being leaked on by a car battery and chucked during the last house-move.
I just wonder if your computer did something akin to what my primitive gadget did when I did Audax. It reset everything when a ride exceeded 100,000 seconds, which was a pain on a 600km ride...
Stuck a screwdriver into the palm of my hand opening a tin of varnish. Jeez, what a twat.Earlier today my wife brought me two of her watches that needed batteries. I happen to have a load of these - having recently had to buy 10 in a pack to change the batteries in my 2 classic Triumph motorcycle handlebar clocks. I knew they'd come in handy.
Brought barakta's glasses up the stairs with arms full of other things, so put them on. Big mistake. She has a much stronger prescription than me and weird prism shit that means it's not just out of focus, but the parallax is unpleasantly like being drunk.
Closed eyes and finished climbing stairs by muscle-memory, to avoid an embarrassing accident.
It is usually a good idea to put the jug into the filter coffee maker before turning it on.
Going back to bed to wait for the coffee to brew does not help the situation.
Put in back in the barrel. You're halfway to successfully brewing Stella.
Filled a homebrew fermenting vessel with caustic soda* for cleaning purposes. Left it to soak. Came back a few minutes later to find water all over the kitchen floor....
Seems I hadn't fitted the tap properly. Luckily it was a pretty weak solution.
*it's what I had handy, should probably order in some VWP
There are two types of brewer, those who have done this, and those who will...
It could be worse (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leRg2gttARo).
There was also the infamous London Beer Flood of 1814 where a small tsunami of beer through the crowded streets of St Giles killed eight people.
It could be worse (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leRg2gttARo).
There was also the infamous London Beer Flood of 1814 where a small tsunami of beer through the crowded streets of St Giles killed eight people.
It could be worse (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leRg2gttARo).
My own bit of divvinity today: Using the wee Katsu edge trimmer I rounded over the edges of the chopping-board I've just made. Unfortunately I didn't tighten the locknut on the base clasp - in theory I shouldn't need to, but Katsu being a cheap knock-off I really should have. Anyway, for 7 edges it was perfect but on n°8 it slowly descended about a millimetre and took an unwanted rebate out of the top of the board. Going to have to saw off the entire side and do it over. One is pissed off.
My own bit of divvinity today: Using the wee Katsu edge trimmer I rounded over the edges of the chopping-board I've just made. Unfortunately I didn't tighten the locknut on the base clasp - in theory I shouldn't need to, but Katsu being a cheap knock-off I really should have. Anyway, for 7 edges it was perfect but on n°8 it slowly descended about a millimetre and took an unwanted rebate out of the top of the board. Going to have to saw off the entire side and do it over. One is pissed off.
I feel your pain - I failed to lock the plunge on the router in my table - the 6mm slot I was routing caused the router lift bit to rise and there's a hole near the end of the slot >:( [Now have a Dymo label on the fence of the table "Lock Plunge" ]
If I had a pound for every time that's happened to me in the last 30 years... that, and starting my wee Bosch router with the locking bar still through the spindle. Says a lot for it that it didn't even stink of hot insulation.
I love routers, but I still find them terrifying.
If someone sells you a bike light explicitly stating in the advert that the reason they are selling it is that they find the battery life unsatisfactory for their purposes, it is probably a good plan to make sure that the battery is fully charged up before you use it...Sorry!
If I had a pound for every time that's happened to me in the last 30 years... that, and starting my wee Bosch router with the locking bar still through the spindle. Says a lot for it that it didn't even stink of hot insulation.
I love routers, but I still find them terrifying.
For reasons I'm not quite sure of, table saws terrify me more than routers...
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Entirely not your fault - this is the "I'm such a div" thread, after all.If someone sells you a bike light explicitly stating in the advert that the reason they are selling it is that they find the battery life unsatisfactory for their purposes, it is probably a good plan to make sure that the battery is fully charged up before you use it...Sorry!
If I had a pound for every time that's happened to me in the last 30 years... that, and starting my wee Bosch router with the locking bar still through the spindle. Says a lot for it that it didn't even stink of hot insulation.
I love routers, but I still find them terrifying.
For reasons I'm not quite sure of, table saws terrify me more than routers...
J
Yep - my table saw is worrying . . . although since I bought a track-saw I've not used it anywhere near as much. What's even more concerning is the YouTube vids from the USA that you see with no blade guard ... and the use of the "dado stack" to cut slots (I understand that here/in the EU it's illegal to run an unguarded table saw and the saws we can (normally) buy don't have a spindle for a dado stack)
Illegal in professional workshops, I suppose. I run mine without quite a lot because the wretched guard is designed to stop you seeing what you're doing.
Illegal in professional workshops, I suppose. I run mine without quite a lot because the wretched guard is designed to stop you seeing what you're doing.
Illegal to sell. You can take the guard off if you want, but it has to be sold with it in .EU.
There's lots of other rules about it. That make it a lot safer here. US table saw use scares the crap out of my on youtube...
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The only system I know that does that (there may be others that do it differently) isn't as good as it looks.
The promo video gives the impression, I feel, that it's resettable. Detects finger, stops blade, and then after a reset you can carry on.
Not quite. I'm not sure how the detection step works, but the stop the blade aspect basically uses a small explosive charge to launch a lump of metal into the blade to make it slam to a stop. I guess even the fanciest brake wouldn't be fast enough.
Divery dates back to March, came to light recently.I am paranoid of doing things like that, so I photograph wiring etc before disassembly.
Back in March I replaced the diverter valve for the heating control, so far so good. The problem was I failed to put the wiring back in the way it came out. :facepalm:
The result was that the heating valve bypassed the boiler ignition. If the hot water ran then the boiler would light and the heating would also work, but if the cylinder was hot then the boiler wouldn't light.
One heating call out later and it's found and fixed.
It could be worse (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leRg2gttARo).
When your computer tells you it wants to update to Big Sur, the correct answer is not "Yeah, why not" - at least, not until you've confirmed that certain critical bits of software will still work after the update... :facepalm:
(Actually, it's not so much that the software doesn't work but that I can only use the newest version, and not the older version that I need.)
When your computer tells you it wants to update to Big Sur, the correct answer is not "Yeah, why not" - at least, not until you've confirmed that certain critical bits of software will still work after the update... :facepalm:
(Actually, it's not so much that the software doesn't work but that I can only use the newest version, and not the older version that I need.)
I ran into something like that with Photoshop: the 2020 version doesn't work with my Windows 7 so I had to stay with the 2019 one. I didn't get a discount from Adobe, though.
Doesn’t the 2020 version of the software allow you to save the file for an earlier version?That’s what idml is, but it’s not perfect, for various reasons.
Did think of stuffing it down my shorts*
Did think of stuffing it down my shorts*
"Is that pipe lagging in your shorts or are you really enjoying your ride?"
Thanks to Diver300 and Fuaran I now know what a (bleeding obvious if I’d half thought about it) “switched live” is ::-)I'm glad you got it working. That also disqualifies you from adding your post to this thread.
However my PIR sensor now works my shed lights.
I have seen people leave that stuff on permanently as extra parking protection and uglification. But on commuting bikes not Ti bling!
I also saw a rider in shorts yesterday. He didn't have a short-sleeved top (well actually he did, but with arm warmers) he also had a not so attractive brown arse stripe. No race blades for him.
Having put the carbon bike away for the winter got the Ti roadbike out - tyres pumped up (I'd fitted the raceblades a couple of weeks ago) - set off up the road and realised that the length of pipe-lagging (the grey stuff like an elephant's trunk) that protects the crossbar/toptube when the bike is hanging up was still in situ :facepalm:
Did think of stuffing it down my shorts* and carrying but thought better of it and rode the half a mile back home before setting off again for about 28 miles.
* yes, shorts - not cold here and i have the dubious benefit of having minimal feeling in my feet as a result of having chemo. Did see one other rider in shorts and he had a short-sleeve jersey . . . a step too far.
I'm not a div! I'm not a div!
Before preparing The Anniversary Card for tomorrow, I checked, and it's the day AFTER tomorrow.
Fuck me but that was close.
That's bad forward planning. Thanks to my foresight (ok, concidence) I am able to check the date of my wedding anniversary using wikipedia.
That's bad forward planning. Thanks to my foresight (ok, concidence) I am able to check the date of my wedding anniversary using wikipedia.
I was careful to make sure our anniversary was easy to remember by getting married on the same date that Holy Roman Emperor Charles VI issued the Pragmatic Sanction, decreeing that Habsburg possessions could be inherited by a daughter.
And you are all doing it wrong, my father got married on his birthday! Try forgetting that anniversary*
That's bad forward planning. Thanks to my foresight (ok, concidence) I am able to check the date of my wedding anniversary using wikipedia.
I was careful to make sure our anniversary was easy to remember by getting married on the same date that Holy Roman Emperor Charles VI issued the Pragmatic Sanction, decreeing that Habsburg possessions could be inherited by a daughter.
Ditto on a memorable date - UK declaration of war for WW2
And you are all doing it wrong, my father got married on his birthday! Try forgetting that anniversary*
* I suspect he has.
Finding a partner with the same DOB (ensuring that that date, at least, won't be forgotten) shows much more forethought than simply convincing someone, who presumably wants to marry you, to do so on a particular date.And you are all doing it wrong, my father got married on his birthday! Try forgetting that anniversary*
My wife and I have the same birthday. She said no to getting married on that day, I tried.
Though whether that makes up for the legal and moral shenanigans involved in marrying your twin... :demon:Finding a partner with the same DOB (ensuring that that date, at least, won't be forgotten) shows much more forethought than simply convincing someone, who presumably wants to marry you, to do so on a particular date.And you are all doing it wrong, my father got married on his birthday! Try forgetting that anniversary*
My wife and I have the same birthday. She said no to getting married on that day, I tried.
That's evil genius level forethought.
Also, presumably, cut down on a lot of unnecessary dating.
My youngest sister shares her birthday with her husband, though there is a year between their ages. However a January wedding would have been pushing it.Finding a partner with the same DOB (ensuring that that date, at least, won't be forgotten) shows much more forethought than simply convincing someone, who presumably wants to marry you, to do so on a particular date.And you are all doing it wrong, my father got married on his birthday! Try forgetting that anniversary*
My wife and I have the same birthday. She said no to getting married on that day, I tried.
That's evil genius level forethought.
Also, presumably, cut down on a lot of unnecessary dating.
And you are all doing it wrong, my father got married on his birthday! Try forgetting that anniversary*
* I suspect he has.
I forgot my nineteenth birthday. I was staying in NZ with my uncle and aunt, and went out on Farewell Spit with my uncle early in the morning to see the migratory shorebirds, then rode back as far as Takaka (on a crappy borrowed MTB). My uncle picked me up and brought me back for lunch at Dovedale where my aunt and cousin had baked me a cake!
And you are all doing it wrong, my father got married on his birthday! Try forgetting that anniversary*
* I suspect he has.
I forgot my nineteenth birthday. I was staying in NZ with my uncle and aunt, and went out on Farewell Spit with my uncle early in the morning to see the migratory shorebirds, then rode back as far as Takaka (on a crappy borrowed MTB). My uncle picked me up and brought me back for lunch at Dovedale where my aunt and cousin had baked me a cake!
I regularly forget my own birthday...
and everyone else's
Note to self: your SCIENCE will work a lot better once you realise that the name of a well-known Netherlands-based lorry manufacturer is spelled “D-A-F” and not “D-E-F” :facepalm:PARDON?
The past day I have been designing with scraps of paper and data sheets and my hopeless imagination a mains distribution box to replace the chain of multisockets attached to my home cinema stuff. I counted the boxes 8 and the connectors they use.You can buy leads with a single 13A or C14 plug and two or three C13 socket.
1 C8 on the Philips TV (the little figure of eight type)
2 C14 my old power amps. This is the type of inlet usually used on desktop computers
5 C18 the earthless version of the C14
Then I upset myself. You cannot buy C17 wire-able plugs. Its not allowed. The IEC said no so component makers do not make them.
I started to write a rant then stupid me remembered C13 which has three holes can fit the same shape inlet with two pins.
So design change all outlets will be C13 with earth hole. Seven cables C14 to C13 and one to C7
I flew my drone this afternoon out in the wilds of Suffolk. What with it being muddy and everything, I took off from stop my car in spite of the drone complaining about compass calibrations and magnets.Why can't the drone land on mud? Because vital bits will get clogged up, or just because it's a pain to clean? Or something else?
Enjoyed flying it around. Battery warning. Press Return to Home.
You’re ahead of me aren’t you?
The drone dutifully flies towards the car at its appointed hight and starts to land. It’s off a bit possibly because of magnetic interference. But it’s going to try and land around the aerial. I stop the auto landing sequence and decide to do it manually. Looks like you were wrong :)
Did I mention it was muddy? Well I can’t land it on the ground then. So I reach out to hand catch it. No worries, I’ve done this before! My thumb is still very very sore and it’s probably going to scar, my index finger is less sore. I didn’t drop the drone though, but it did get a bit splattered.
The past day I have been designing with scraps of paper and data sheets and my hopeless imagination a mains distribution box to replace the chain of multisockets attached to my home cinema stuff. I counted the boxes 8 and the connectors they use.You can buy leads with a single 13A or C14 plug and two or three C13 socket.
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There was a choice of mud, either lumpy ploughed field or slurry of questionable origin over broken concrete. The LPF was not suitable because it would not have provided a sufficiently large level patch for landing and the SQO would have been a pain to clean and might have got sucked into the drone vitals.I flew my drone this afternoon out in the wilds of Suffolk. What with it being muddy and everything, I took off from stop my car in spite of the drone complaining about compass calibrations and magnets.Why can't the drone land on mud? Because vital bits will get clogged up, or just because it's a pain to clean? Or something else?
Enjoyed flying it around. Battery warning. Press Return to Home.
You’re ahead of me aren’t you?
The drone dutifully flies towards the car at its appointed hight and starts to land. It’s off a bit possibly because of magnetic interference. But it’s going to try and land around the aerial. I stop the auto landing sequence and decide to do it manually. Looks like you were wrong :)
Did I mention it was muddy? Well I can’t land it on the ground then. So I reach out to hand catch it. No worries, I’ve done this before! My thumb is still very very sore and it’s probably going to scar, my index finger is less sore. I didn’t drop the drone though, but it did get a bit splattered.
I bought a secondhand ADSL router to solve the intermittent 5Ghz WiFi connection on my shite Plusnet One router (which is a known issue Plusnet cannot fix).will it work as a wireless bridge?
The Netgear D6200 doesn't work on FttC. That's why it was so cheap :facepalm:
You know how when you've been faffing with notwork cables and end up rearranging some of the furniture and end up with a crate or two full of Stuffs that ought to have been relocated upstairs five years ago in a place where your feet don’t expect them to be and thus smite the said crate with the said foot a blow such as would loosen the bollocks of the very mightiest of heffalumps?You have my sympathy. I did similar when out running, but replace box of stuffs with semi buried steel stake placed for tying up boats on. I’m still waiting for the toe nail to grow back.
Yes, exactly like that.
My worst experience with bib tights was when I put the base layer on over the top of the straps, and then had a bathroom emergency. Now I put the base layer on first, bib-tights straps over the top. One less layer between me and bowel comfort
My worst experience with bib tights was when I put the base layer on over the top of the straps, and then had a bathroom emergency. Now I put the base layer on first, bib-tights straps over the top. One less layer between me and bowel comfort
Be grateful you are not queueueing for the Ladies toilets behind a bib-longs wearer, in the deep midwinter...
You don’t carry your own supply when doing things with lots of people.My worst experience with bib tights was when I put the base layer on over the top of the straps, and then had a bathroom emergency. Now I put the base layer on first, bib-tights straps over the top. One less layer between me and bowel comfort
Be grateful you are not queueueing for the Ladies toilets behind a bib-longs wearer, in the deep midwinter...
Especially if there's a limited supply of bogroll and they're going to use the rest of it drying the straps off after they end up in the bowl...
EDF want meter readings. Clearing the TPsOC from in front of the the cupboard in which the 'leccy meter lurks is tedious, but simple. The gas meter, however, lives in a box outside. And while unlocking it I dropped the key. Into a bush. A horrible bush with horrible spiky leaves with horrible spikes on them :facepalm:
Or using long nose pliers for opening the gas cupboard
Magnet onna stick? Unless placcy key.
I have a splendid multi-ended metaaal key for haxx0ring into miscellaneous electrical boxes for nefarious porpoises[1]. It's currently communing with the tape measures, thobut.
[1] Eg. performing the arcane car park ritual required to produce trackside electrons at Leicester cycle circuit without the aid of petril.
Why didn't you just butcher the bush to deth?
Why didn't you just butcher the bush to deth?
Unfortunately you don’t seem to be able to get Agent Orange in Homebase.
Why didn't you just butcher the bush to deth?
I've attacked the wretched horrible spiky thing with all the weapons at my disposal a Several of times but it always comes back, undead, bullet-proof and with inhuman strength. Unfortunately you don’t seem to be able to get Agent Orange in Homebase.
Agent Orange is probably available via Netflix.
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Can't you get napalm ;)
Can't you get napalm ;)
Use of fiery burny DETH on HSB* sadly contra-indicated due to proximity of house in general and gas meter in particular.
* Horrible Spiky Bush, not the BEER formerly brewed in Horndean.
:thumbsup:Agent Orange is probably available via Netflix.
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I thought Agent Orange was impeached on Wednesday ??
I appear to have paid off the credit card twice this month.
Direct Debit for that. The robots rule.
Direct Debit for that. The robots rule.
MTAAW
(Me too, also, as well.)
I just trod on an upturned UK plug, lost my balance, landed on my folded Brompton and took a massive gouge out of my finger on some part of it.
I am a massive div for not emigrating to a country with safer plugs.
You know how when you've been faffing with notwork cables and end up rearranging some of the furniture and end up with a crate or two full of Stuffs that ought to have been relocated upstairs five years ago in a place where your feet don’t expect them to be and thus smite the said crate with the said foot a blow such as would loosen the bollocks of the very mightiest of heffalumps?
Yes, exactly like that.
You know how when you've been faffing with notwork cables and end up rearranging some of the furniture and end up with a crate or two full of Stuffs that ought to have been relocated upstairs five years ago in a place where your feet don’t expect them to be and thus smite the said crate with the said foot a blow such as would loosen the bollocks of the very mightiest of heffalumps?Update: toenails aren’t meant to be black even after you’ve scrubbed off all the Sock Residue, are they?
Yes, exactly like that.
No, but you can let out the blood from a subungual haematoma if you unbend a paper clip, heat to red heat and apply to the nail.
Pffft! Blood WILL spray!
You know how when you've been faffing with notwork cables and end up rearranging some of the furniture and end up with a crate or two full of Stuffs that ought to have been relocated upstairs five years ago in a place where your feet don’t expect them to be and thus smite the said crate with the said foot a blow such as would loosen the bollocks of the very mightiest of heffalumps?Update: toenails aren’t meant to be black even after you’ve scrubbed off all the Sock Residue, are they?
Yes, exactly like that.
No, but you can let out the blood from a subungual haematoma if you unbend a paper clip, heat to red heat and apply to the nail.
Pffft! Blood WILL spray!
No, but you can let out the blood from a subungual haematoma if you unbend a paper clip, heat to red heat and apply to the nail.
Pffft! Blood WILL spray!
As satisfying minor medical procedures go, this one's got to be in the top 5.
You know how when you've been faffing with notwork cables and end up rearranging some of the furniture and end up with a crate or two full of Stuffs that ought to have been relocated upstairs five years ago in a place where your feet don’t expect them to be and thus smite the said crate with the said foot a blow such as would loosen the bollocks of the very mightiest of heffalumps?Update: toenails aren’t meant to be black even after you’ve scrubbed off all the Sock Residue, are they?
Yes, exactly like that.
No, but you can let out the blood from a subungual haematoma if you unbend a paper clip, heat to red heat and apply to the nail.
Pffft! Blood WILL spray!
I don't think that one counts as minor...
You know how when you've been faffing with notwork cables and end up rearranging some of the furniture and end up with a crate or two full of Stuffs that ought to have been relocated upstairs five years ago in a place where your feet don’t expect them to be and thus smite the said crate with the said foot a blow such as would loosen the bollocks of the very mightiest of heffalumps?Update: toenails aren’t meant to be black even after you’ve scrubbed off all the Sock Residue, are they?
Yes, exactly like that.
No, but you can let out the blood from a subungual haematoma if you unbend a paper clip, heat to red heat and apply to the nail.
Pffft! Blood WILL spray!
I think it can stay black for now. It’s not as if anyone's going to see it.
Trick is to use BLUNT paper clip and heat it till it GLOWS, then touch nail gently with NO pressure. Nail plate is dead, without sensation. Nail bed is NOT!
Making my baked risotto, I'm stirring away at the base, softening some leek, celery and garlic in olive oil. I thought I'd throw some remaining mushrooms, a bit off-plan but they looking sad in the bottom of the fridge, so chop chop and in they go, and I'm stirring away to reduce those down and thinking, mmm, these mushrooms smell a bit odd. A sort savoury smoky flavour. So I stir a bit more. It really does start to smell quite strange. Not mushroomy, not garlicky, not really like a risotto base at all. How odd. I raise my hands in defeat and notice I'm holding a flaming dishtowel.
Making my baked risotto, I'm stirring away at the base, softening some leek, celery and garlic in olive oil. I thought I'd throw some remaining mushrooms, a bit off-plan but they looking sad in the bottom of the fridge, so chop chop and in they go, and I'm stirring away to reduce those down and thinking, mmm, these mushrooms smell a bit odd. A sort savoury smoky flavour. So I stir a bit more. It really does start to smell quite strange. Not mushroomy, not garlicky, not really like a risotto base at all. How odd. I raise my hands in defeat and notice I'm holding a flaming dishtowel.
Making my baked risotto, I'm stirring away at the base, softening some leek, celery and garlic in olive oil. I thought I'd throw some remaining mushrooms, a bit off-plan but they looking sad in the bottom of the fridge, so chop chop and in they go, and I'm stirring away to reduce those down and thinking, mmm, these mushrooms smell a bit odd. A sort savoury smoky flavour. So I stir a bit more. It really does start to smell quite strange. Not mushroomy, not garlicky, not really like a risotto base at all. How odd. I raise my hands in defeat and notice I'm holding a flaming dishtowel.
You know how when you've been faffing with notwork cables and end up rearranging some of the furniture and end up with a crate or two full of Stuffs that ought to have been relocated upstairs five years ago in a place where your feet don’t expect them to be and thus smite the said crate with the said foot a blow such as would loosen the bollocks of the very mightiest of heffalumps?Update: toenails aren’t meant to be black even after you’ve scrubbed off all the Sock Residue, are they?
Yes, exactly like that.
No, but you can let out the blood from a subungual haematoma if you unbend a paper clip, heat to red heat and apply to the nail.
Pffft! Blood WILL spray!
I think it can stay black for now. It’s not as if anyone's going to see it.
I have toe nails. I have not put any bottles of olive oil in the fridge. The evidence, I think, is clear. Having toenails prevents olive oil related div-ness.
I solved the Black/falling off big toenails problem by having them removed. I mean it's not as if you need them once you can afford shoes *
Back to the thread topic todays local div search is hunting for the idiot who put the bottle of olive oil in the fridge.
* Someone will be along in a sec to explain why big toenails are vital and getting rid of them is a mistake.
I do that but without the baking. Felicity Cloake decided it was possible to do an almost no stir risotto.
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2018/apr/26/no-stir-risotto-recipe-felicity-cloake-masterclass
I do that but without the baking. Felicity Cloake decided it was possible to do an almost no stir risotto.
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2018/apr/26/no-stir-risotto-recipe-felicity-cloake-masterclass
It is basically a savoury rice pudding. The Chinese go a step further with savoury porridge (congee, made with rice, but it's sort of the consistency of oat porridge, like very sloppy risotto) which hasn't really caught on with the westerners.
It is basically a savoury rice pudding. The Chinese go a step further with savoury porridge (congee, made with rice, but it's sort of the consistency of oat porridge, like very sloppy risotto) which hasn't really caught on with the westerners.
Is pearl barley risotto still a thing?
It is basically a savoury rice pudding. The Chinese go a step further with savoury porridge (congee, made with rice, but it's sort of the consistency of oat porridge, like very sloppy risotto) which hasn't really caught on with the westerners.
Is pearl barley risotto still a thing?
I agree with regard to teff. Ethiopian food is some of my favourite. However I just cannot cook with Teff, it comes out completely inedible.It is basically a savoury rice pudding. The Chinese go a step further with savoury porridge (congee, made with rice, but it's sort of the consistency of oat porridge, like very sloppy risotto) which hasn't really caught on with the westerners.
Is pearl barley risotto still a thing?
Yes, and spelt for the über-hipsters who find rice so last year. Idiots, everyone knows teff is where it's at.
I remember reading a book by Jed Mercurio (ex junior doc & TV screenwriter) in which he detailed how an exhausted, overworked junior doc totally f*cked one up & killed the patient....
Whereabouts in the Hebrides? I know some sea kayakers living out there.
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Look harder.
Look harder.
Probably best if you just put your cleats on backwards then.
In preparation for:
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Both chains appear to be crossed . . . but the engineering logic doesn't seem to be correect?In preparation for:
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Does the person on the back pedal forwards or forwards?
I think that the front chain crosses twice. The intermediate pulleys are there to stop the long chain flapping around and catching on things.Both chains appear to be crossed . . . but the engineering logic doesn't seem to be correect?In preparation for:
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Does the person on the back pedal forwards or forwards?
The firm i sued to work for, a well known multinational telecom provider, did this for certain groups of people who were required to work bank holidays. But in their case the bank holidays were added to their holiday entitlement. They also changed the holiday entitlement to hours for none management grades because the flexible* working patterns meant a lot of people were working 9 day fortnight and the like. Management were expected to work the hours needed to do the job without recourse to overtime though a certain amount of time off in lieu was tollerated.
*flexible for the company natch.
Barakta's current employer has a similar approach to bank holidays and the Christmas period.
American-owned/run?
An individual’s approach towards TOIL very much depends upon a) your position in the company and b) your aspirations towards improving that position. Neither of these _should_ matter but corporate Britain relies on the ‘jam tomorrow’ principle, and the young aspiring keep falling for it.The firm i sued to work for, a well known multinational telecom provider, did this for certain groups of people who were required to work bank holidays. But in their case the bank holidays were added to their holiday entitlement. They also changed the holiday entitlement to hours for none management grades because the flexible* working patterns meant a lot of people were working 9 day fortnight and the like. Management were expected to work the hours needed to do the job without recourse to overtime though a certain amount of time off in lieu was tollerated.
*flexible for the company natch.
I've had employers get grumpy when I had acrewed 10 days of TOIL within the first 3 months of a year...
They did not agree with my belief that the company was short staffed...
J
I have just attached a prominent warning label to my router[1] in the hope that next time it will remind me to attach the dust extraction wossname *before* installing the bit and tweaking the cut depth, as I seem singularly incapable of remembering to do so.
[1] Woodjbex, not netjbex.
We have to have permission to accrue TOIL but of course we're expected to stay late if the work needs done... I am trying to limit this very strongly so it's not zero but it's not taking the piss. I reckon if 5 of us all do an extra 60-90 mins a day we're basically funding a 5th member of staff for the team and I know unis will rely on people doing more to avoid staffing us properly.
Boss1 keeps saying "You'll be doing 12 hour days come $TIME" to my new colleagues but hasn't said it to me. My reply is going to be "You pay me for 22.4 hours a week, I'm not a charity, I won't work loads extra for free. If the uni wants lots of extra hours, it'll have to pay me for them properly and reliably.". I expect Boss1 will not like this very much but boundaries are my friend.
I have just attached a prominent warning label to my router[1] in the hope that next time it will remind me to attach the dust extraction wossname *before* installing the bit and tweaking the cut depth, as I seem singularly incapable of remembering to do so.
[1] Woodjbex, not netjbex.
I have just attached a prominent warning label to my router[1] in the hope that next time it will remind me to attach the dust extraction wossname *before* installing the bit and tweaking the cut depth, as I seem singularly incapable of remembering to do so.
[1] Woodjbex, not netjbex.
I never used dust extraction or PPE with the router before the arrival of YouTube, I just set up a few bits of ply up on edge and held with clamps to stop the bits going where they'd be a pain to clear up. Nowadays it's goggles, earplugs and the extractor sucking away next door.
After much searching, I found a 110mm 25.4mm quill stem for the singlespeed.
Then I found the Nitto bars are 26.0mm. Odds of Japanese straight bars being 26.0mm?
I put my very muddy trainers in the washing machine and have apparently clogged the drain pipe.Ouch!
Sometime during the evening's proceedings I've managed to cross thread (or something) the flood-my-kitchen-please drain pump inspection knobby thing such that it can't be opened anymore.
Fuksox.
I have just extracted the world's biggest fluffberg from the pipe between the drum and the drain pump, which was also what was blocking the drain inspection thingy from turning. There's no filter in this machine, it just accumulates in the pipe apparently. Also nice of Bosch to make all of the screws exactly the same, apart from the ones that aren't.
The process of dismantling testing and reassembling involved too many fecking div moments to mention.
(Shoes were a red herring)
Are they better than Nike or Adidas?
It turns out that with a big enough breaker bar and a can-do attitude, even the most left-handed thread can be undone in the conventional direction.
(Shimano Selecta bottom bracket lock nut. Fortunately a cheap-ish one has appeared on ebay since I last looked, and the bearings were knackered anyway)
:-)
Removing a square taper chainset at the weekend for the first time in yonks.
Cover off, release locking bolt a few turns (I leave it in so the crank puller has something proper to bear against). Insert crank puller first part. Wind in crank puller wrench part, and wind. All going well, then it gets harder.
Hmm. Nothing that a little gentle tapping with a mallet won't sort out.
And out comes the crank puller first part from the crank, complete with strips of alloy swarf.
Bugger. Crank had only been allowed to extract as far as I had undone the lock bolt.
Still, the good news was that I hadn't wound the crank-puller's first part in all the way, so was able to force it home and engage with what was left of the crank's internal thread on a second attempt.
Pillock.
No Self Assessment late filing penalty for those who file online by 28 February
Taxpayers are still obliged to pay their bill by 31 January. Interest will be charged from 1 February on any outstanding liabilities.
Wow, it must be a tiny tank then..No - 1000 litres.
Wow, it must be a tiny tank then..No - 1000 litres.
Consequence of a house with poor insulation, not a single thermostatic valve on any rads and no thermostat for the boiler. So if the boiler is on, it is running constantly at full wack. That's 4l per hour - so yes, it has used that much fuel.
Really need to improve the system.
Eek. Well we got a wireless (this was in the days before Nest etc) stat (i.e. the sending unit just takes batteries) retrofitted to our ancient boiler which is relatively quick and doesn't involve any draining...
There are seven episodes in this series.
There are seven episodes in this series.
Mother of God!
There are seven episodes in this series.arrgghhhhhhh
Numpties. Like when our kitchen fitters plumbed our washing machine into the hot water and the first wash I did was a full load of merino and Assos cycling gear. >:(
THE TOILET IS CONECTED TO THE HOT WATER.
Fortunately for our numpties, all the Icebreaker and Assos survived being boil washed. Or they would have been sent an expensive bill.Numpties. Like when our kitchen fitters plumbed our washing machine into the hot water and the first wash I did was a full load of merino and Assos cycling gear. >:(
And ours when I was a PSO and unexpected owner of assorted teddybear jumpers.
Fortunately for our numpties, all the Icebreaker and Assos survived being boil washed. Or they would have been sent an expensive bill.Numpties. Like when our kitchen fitters plumbed our washing machine into the hot water and the first wash I did was a full load of merino and Assos cycling gear. >:(
And ours when I was a PSO and unexpected owner of assorted teddybear jumpers.
That washing machine went on to have a full meltdown, with indoor rain from the condensation. I think The Hobbit put it on a delicates wash or something, and its bitty little microcontroller couldn't cope.If the washing machine had been fed with the hot and cold reversed, the full meltdown could have been caused by trying to cool down but just adding hot water.
Impressively, the landlord sent someone round to scratch his head at it, which is how I spotted the condensation forming on the *hot* feed hose. Having swapped the hoses, I was able to persuade him to delay returning it to its cubbyhole while I scrounged up a marker pen and scrawled a warning to future generations on the wall beside the taps.
That washing machine went on to have a full meltdown, with indoor rain from the condensation. I think The Hobbit put it on a delicates wash or something, and its bitty little microcontroller couldn't cope.If the washing machine had been fed with the hot and cold reversed, the full meltdown could have been caused by trying to cool down but just adding hot water.
Impressively, the landlord sent someone round to scratch his head at it, which is how I spotted the condensation forming on the *hot* feed hose. Having swapped the hoses, I was able to persuade him to delay returning it to its cubbyhole while I scrounged up a marker pen and scrawled a warning to future generations on the wall beside the taps.
Bah! Paper cut on one of my fingers, in just the place for the edge of the cut to catch on things. Smurf coloured plaster on finger & now my Apple trackpad won't recognise that finger. Luckily I have 4 others.
Made to put the pound coin, Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles trolley for the liberation of, back in the cup-holder of the motor-car. Discovered it was not clutched in my grubby little paw after all. Turn out pocketses, scan the ground, check in the boot, turn out pocketses again. Return to trolley park. Oh. There it is :facepalm:
Made to put the pound coin, Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles trolley for the liberation of, back in the cup-holder of the motor-car. Discovered it was not clutched in my grubby little paw after all. Turn out pocketses, scan the ground, check in the boot, turn out pocketses again. Return to trolley park. Oh. There it is :facepalm:
This is why I have one of these on the keyring.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Altocl%C3%A9-Universal-Shopping-releases-everywhere/dp/B01MSJHZVN
Made to put the pound coin, Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles trolley for the liberation of, back in the cup-holder of the motor-car. Discovered it was not clutched in my grubby little paw after all. Turn out pocketses, scan the ground, check in the boot, turn out pocketses again. Return to trolley park. Oh. There it is :facepalm:
This is why I have one of these on the keyring.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Altocl%C3%A9-Universal-Shopping-releases-everywhere/dp/B01MSJHZVN
I refuse to hoik a carabiner around everywhere. People might think I'm a lesbian.)Dear Aunt Agony,
This is why I have one of these on the keyring.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Altocl%C3%A9-Universal-Shopping-releases-everywhere/dp/B01MSJHZVN
This is why I have one of these on the keyring.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Altocl%C3%A9-Universal-Shopping-releases-everywhere/dp/B01MSJHZVN
Nifty!
Over the years, I have acquired an array of branded keyring trolley tokens given away as freebies - there's obviously good business in making these as marketing gimmicks to put in goody bags. The one that currently lives on my keyring is a Helly Hansen one. Because obviously.
They're better than pound coins that live in the cup holder in the car because it's easier resist the temptation to spend them on ice cream and then find yourself short of a token when you next go shopping. However, you have to remove them from the keyring to use them. This Altoclé thing looks somewhat superior.
The branch of Mr Tesco's House of Toothy Comestibles that I frequent stopped needing pound coins/tokens/ect ect when Covid lockdown started. They have not reintroduced them.
Corona Bonus!
Fitted a 16V electrolytic capacitor where it was going to be subject to about 28 volts. Nice dramatic explosion. Haven't had one like that for ages.
"Are you okay?" I ask barakta, who is sitting on the side of the room where I heard the shrapnel ricochet. "Why?" she says, having missed the BANG!...
Cleaned the schmoo off the board and replaced it with the 35V cap it should have been, noting that the diameter now matches the outline on the silkscreen, and engaged safety squint before powering up. Everything still works. Phew.
Decide I'm going to paint the (very rusty) railings at the front of the house while MrsC is away. Derust, paint. The sun is low while I'm finishing the painting, so I'm squinting a bit as I work.
Next day, look at railings. Few little spots missed, particularly around curlicues. NP, I'll touch that up.
Except I won't. Because I've painted it in Hammerite smooth, which has an overcoat time of 30m - 4hours or two weeks later.
Arse, and double arse. I could have touched it up the same day. Now I have to wait two weeks, which will be after MrsC returns.
Get changed to go cycling, collect bike, carry it downstairs, get on bike.I once stood next to my bike outside the front door ready for the morning commute with a strong feeling that something was wrong. I eventually realised what it was.
Only at this point do I realise that I am wearing my road cycling shoes, which have cleats, but am about to ride my mountain bike, which has flat pedals. So I had to go back up to the flat to change my shoes. Mr fimm thought this was hilarious.
Get changed to go cycling, collect bike, carry it downstairs, get on bike.I once stood next to my bike outside the front door ready for the morning commute with a strong feeling that something was wrong. I eventually realised what it was.
Only at this point do I realise that I am wearing my road cycling shoes, which have cleats, but am about to ride my mountain bike, which has flat pedals. So I had to go back up to the flat to change my shoes. Mr fimm thought this was hilarious.
"Ah, no cleats on these bedroom slippers."
Get changed to go cycling, collect bike, carry it downstairs, get on bike.I once stood next to my bike outside the front door ready for the morning commute with a strong feeling that something was wrong. I eventually realised what it was.
Only at this point do I realise that I am wearing my road cycling shoes, which have cleats, but am about to ride my mountain bike, which has flat pedals. So I had to go back up to the flat to change my shoes. Mr fimm thought this was hilarious.
"Ah, no cleats on these bedroom slippers."
Arrive at work to find underwear was still at home! Cue for wearing two sets of Theatre scrubs
Arrive at work to find underwear was still at home! Cue for wearing two sets of Theatre scrubs
Women have a distinct advantage here as a pair of knickers is so insubstantial that it's always possible to hide spare/emergency undies almost anywhere so they're usually available.
only to be found after you have taken creative action to overcome the issues associated with going commando.Arrive at work to find underwear was still at home! Cue for wearing two sets of Theatre scrubs
Women have a distinct advantage here as a pair of knickers is so insubstantial that it's always possible to hide spare/emergency undies almost anywhere so they're usually available.
Trouser leg would be traditional...
Next trick is to omit the yeast ;D
A peanut?
A peanut?
Thanks for the sympathy, you bastards. ;D
Adobe framemaker has a transferable file format.
File extension is .milf
Don't google for milf conversion while you are on a conference call.
It's like the time in the mothership conference room, with a glass front overlooking the goodly passersby of Hatton Garden, when my boss of yore inadvertently typed the wrong URL. It featured the sequence of letters anal. Those videos start to autoplay. Then it turned into porn-popup whack-a-mole. He was an old fella of a genteel Southern nature and really didn't have the youthful reflexes required to bring that under control. We helped by laughing ourselves a puddle.
Sadly, as someone who learned Framemaker + SGML the hard way (there is no easy way - Ed), it's .mif (Maker Interchange Format) unless someone at Adobe in the intervening years gained a sense of humour, which seems unlikely.
No you are right, it is still MIF. Must have been my mind wandering.
Nobody at Adobe has a sense of humour.
You left the fancoolingheating your empty bed all day, you utter divot :facepalm:
I hope you reviewed the reviews of keysafes by the lock picking lawyer on that utoob before you chose which keysafe was safe for,your keys. Spoiler alert: none of them.I'm deft at picking locks/opening combination locks myself.
I do keep remembering to forget to squirrel away a spare key somewhere,
If you are dismantling the u-bend under your kitchen sink, don't pour the contents of said u-bend down the sink :-[
If you are dismantling the u-bend under your kitchen sink, don't pour the contents of said u-bend down the sink :-[
If it's any consolation, you are definitely not the first person to do that. DAMHIKT
If you are dismantling the u-bend under your kitchen sink, don't pour the contents of said u-bend down the sink :-[
If it's any consolation, you are definitely not the first person to do that. DAMHIKT
Don't google for milf conversion while you are on a conference call.
I was going to say "+1", but that would sound like I've only done it once.+1
Today I have discovered that my Sennheiser in-ear headphones are surprisingly washing-machine resistant.
Today I have discovered that my Sennheiser in-ear headphones are surprisingly washing-machine resistant.
The biggest question is whether your ears are clean and did your hair come out as well as intended?
I had an annoying once-per-pedal-rev tick on the MTB. For no good reason I decided that it was probably the HT2 bottom bracket so removed the chainset and the non-drive side did indeed feel ever so slightly rough. The surprisingly expensive replacement that I ordered arrived this morning and was fitted within the hour. A quick test ride showed that the tick was still there >:(
I then spent a good 30 seconds tightening the pedals and another quick test ride was tickless.
This isn't the first time that it has taken me ages to track down a noise from a loose pedal ::-)
I had an annoying once-per-pedal-rev tick on the MTB. For no good reason I decided that it was probably the HT2 bottom bracket so removed the chainset and the non-drive side did indeed feel ever so slightly rough. The surprisingly expensive replacement that I ordered arrived this morning and was fitted within the hour. A quick test ride showed that the tick was still there >:(
I then spent a good 30 seconds tightening the pedals and another quick test ride was tickless.
This isn't the first time that it has taken me ages to track down a noise from a loose pedal ::-)
Decades ago I was touring in Scotland, and an intermittent click, once per pedal revolution, was really annoying me. One day it was absent, on the next day it returned. Sometimes I could hear it in the morning but it would be gone by the afternoon. On a campsite in Perthshire I took off the cranks and adjusted the bottom bracket. I made sure there was no play in the pedals. I checked my cleats. I massaged my knee. The next morning I convinced myself that I had somehow fettled the click away, but it returned in the afternoon. Only later when I realised that the click only occurred during or straight after rain did I track down the cause - the plastic toggle on the drawstring of my rain jacket was swinging in time with my pedalling and hitting the top tube. D'Oh!
I think that nutty has (non-seriously) inferred that you were wearing them when they went through the washing machine.
I had an annoying once-per-pedal-rev tick on the MTB. For no good reason I decided that it was probably the HT2 bottom bracket so removed the chainset and the non-drive side did indeed feel ever so slightly rough. The surprisingly expensive replacement that I ordered arrived this morning and was fitted within the hour. A quick test ride showed that the tick was still there >:(
I then spent a good 30 seconds tightening the pedals and another quick test ride was tickless.
This isn't the first time that it has taken me ages to track down a noise from a loose pedal ::-)
Decades ago I was touring in Scotland, and an intermittent click, once per pedal revolution, was really annoying me. One day it was absent, on the next day it returned. Sometimes I could hear it in the morning but it would be gone by the afternoon. On a campsite in Perthshire I took off the cranks and adjusted the bottom bracket. I made sure there was no play in the pedals. I checked my cleats. I massaged my knee. The next morning I convinced myself that I had somehow fettled the click away, but it returned in the afternoon. Only later when I realised that the click only occurred during or straight after rain did I track down the cause - the plastic toggle on the drawstring of my rain jacket was swinging in time with my pedalling and hitting the top tube. D'Oh!
Indeed.
I forget sometimes that my sense of humour doesn't always come across in written media, especially when I have a surreal image in my head and forget that others don't.
I got bitten by a horse fly over the weekend, but my fast reactions in flicking it off saved me much anguish. Mind ewe, I’d probably have done less damage had I realised the steel ruler I had in my hand and this used, had very sharp edges :facepalm:
You might ask, how could I top that earlier performance?
That's easy. Setting the shed on fire while welding, that's how. Fortuitously I have an extinguisher to hand, so aside from a bit of a shock, not much damage done, but that powder stuff don' arf make a mess.
Ho hum. I've almost finished. Anything more can go wrong?
You might ask, how could I top that earlier performance?Time to steer clear of sharp objects...
That's easy. Setting the shed on fire while welding, that's how. Fortuitously I have an extinguisher to hand, so aside from a bit of a shock, not much damage done, but that powder stuff don' arf make a mess.
Ho hum. I've almost finished. Anything more can go wrong?
You might ask, how could I top that earlier performance?Time to steer clear of sharp objects...
That's easy. Setting the shed on fire while welding, that's how. Fortuitously I have an extinguisher to hand, so aside from a bit of a shock, not much damage done, but that powder stuff don' arf make a mess.
Ho hum. I've almost finished. Anything more can go wrong?
I dear old Granny would happily point out that these things usually come in threes. Just thought I should warn you.You might ask, how could I top that earlier performance?Time to steer clear of sharp objects...
That's easy. Setting the shed on fire while welding, that's how. Fortuitously I have an extinguisher to hand, so aside from a bit of a shock, not much damage done, but that powder stuff don' arf make a mess.
Ho hum. I've almost finished. Anything more can go wrong?
My conclusion, too.
Those flames things?? They're scary. And fast. And smelly. And smoky. I think I'd become a little blase about welding around a load of highly flammable stuff.
I dear old Granny would happily point out that these things usually come in threes. Just thought I should warn you.You might ask, how could I top that earlier performance?Time to steer clear of sharp objects...
That's easy. Setting the shed on fire while welding, that's how. Fortuitously I have an extinguisher to hand, so aside from a bit of a shock, not much damage done, but that powder stuff don' arf make a mess.
Ho hum. I've almost finished. Anything more can go wrong?
My conclusion, too.
Those flames things?? They're scary. And fast. And smelly. And smoky. I think I'd become a little blase about welding around a load of highly flammable stuff.
You might ask, how could I top that earlier performance?
That's easy. Setting the shed on fire while welding, that's how. Fortuitously I have an extinguisher to hand, so aside from a bit of a shock, not much damage done, but that powder stuff don' arf make a mess.
Ho hum. I've almost finished. Anything more can go wrong?
Yet another one.
I know it's a couple of hours since I prepared the pizzas including chopped chillies and I've washed my hands a number of times since then, but it's still a little unwise to vigorously rub my eyes with said hands.
I tend to use scissors if cutting hot 🌶. My brother once cut them before putting in his contacts. For a while he didn't even know it was in or notThat's what she said.
Oh-oh. They should stop making boots do that.It is bloody stupid and particularly annoys me when unloading car in the rain. Every trip out to car I have to unlock boot.
I tend to use scissors if cutting hot 🌶. My brother once cut them before putting in his contacts. For a while he didn't even know it was in or not
Oh-oh. They should stop making boots do that.
Oh-oh. They should stop making boots do that.
Some cars won’t lock with the keys inside them.
My car will not lock with the keys inside. It’s keyless ignition and a keyless entry with a button on the doorhandle to lock and unlock the doors. When the keys are inside it won’t respond to the buttons being pressed. I haven’t tried operating the locking while the boot is open and then leaving the keys in the boot so can’t confirm if it is very clever or,just clever.
ISTR the louts from Top Gear managed to drive The Hamster's (USAnian) car at least 1/4 of a mile down Winnemucca High Street before it worked out that the keys were in Hammond's pocket in a diner rather than in the car.Keyless cars won't stop if the key is missing, so once they had started it, they were gone.
Now guess what bloody idiot had completely forgotten that and did it again.
Today, on arrival at work, I couldn't gain entry to the office I was supposed to be using. I went to the main hub and complained to the boss that I had had access, but could now not get in. I twiddled my thumbs for an hour, then got taken to the office by a colleague only to find my card worked. It then dawned on me that there is a very similar office about 50 yards further down the road (to which I don't have access) and that I'd been trying to get in there!
Now guess what bloody idiot had completely forgotten that and did it again.
Ouch! GWS.
It would appear some mornings I am very much like a Roomba[1]
[1]crashing into things and making weird noises.
honestly, the world is so fucking noisy. Someone is always fucking about with something, or there are barky dogs, and now a periodic alarm that goes off for a minute then stops for two. Just an afternoon of silence, is it too much to ask? Yes.
honestly, the world is so fucking noisy. Someone is always fucking about with something, or there are barky dogs, and now a periodic alarm that goes off for a minute then stops for two. Just an afternoon of silence, is it too much to ask? Yes.
*Laughs in Silly Oak*
<fx: Something hydraulic and diesely out of view to the left. Car alarms. Woofing.>
honestly, the world is so fucking noisy. Someone is always fucking about with something, or there are barky dogs, and now a periodic alarm that goes off for a minute then stops for two. Just an afternoon of silence, is it too much to ask? Yes.
*Laughs in Silly Oak*
<fx: Something hydraulic and diesely out of view to the left. Car alarms. Woofing.>
*laughs in next to a railway line and under a flight path*
J
I visited York just over a week ago.
The stench of traffic fumes was incredible, as was the noise.
Didn't notice it when I lived there.
I have a lovely balcony and secluded garden, but I've mostly given up trying to work out there. Even if the sounds of constant renovation stop for a minute, there's always something else, or a beep-beep-beep of reversing lorries on the street above.
This is admittedly one of my big drivers for getting out of suburbia.
I have a lovely balcony and secluded garden, but I've mostly given up trying to work out there. Even if the sounds of constant renovation stop for a minute, there's always something else, or a beep-beep-beep of reversing lorries on the street above.
This is admittedly one of my big drivers for getting out of suburbia.
We live far from suburbia. But we’re under a flight path to Luton for half the day (unless the wind is strong from the East, then it’s all day). And about half a mile from a dual carriageway that was ok until the cheapskates chip-and-sealed it. Plus kids from 5 doors down, barking dogs, garden machinery.
You’ll need your own estate of several acres, and hope no bastard puts a useless rail link (HS2, that’s you) through it.
I turned up at the GP practice early this morning for a blood test appointment, which is early tomorrow morning.
I turned up at the GP practice early this morning for a blood test appointment, which is early tomorrow morning.
Knowing what day/date it is has become more difficult through the lockdowns, and being retired - I only know the day of the week that it is by the days marked on the blister packs of the pills I take ;D
Bloody idiot. I had the multimeter probes plugged into the wrong sockets. Amazingly, the meter still works.
Well yes.Bloody idiot. I had the multimeter probes plugged into the wrong sockets. Amazingly, the meter still works.
I'm liking my multimeter that complains if the probes are in the wrong sockets for what it's measuring. Saves a lot of fuses.
Bloody idiot. I had the multimeter probes plugged into the wrong sockets. Amazingly, the meter still works.
I'm liking my multimeter that complains if the probes are in the wrong sockets for what it's measuring. Saves a lot of fuses.
Divvered again today. I needed a hex key with a very short short arm, to adjust a pedal which had a reflector in the way of the adjuster. The reflector nuts are very fiddly so I didn't want to remove them. I found a spare key, free from something, and "Dremel Cuts!" said Alexei in the adverts so I sets up bench vice, glasses and small cutting disc. As the sparks commence I think "hm, better shift my foot,don't want the end of this dropping on it" :) and carry on cutting.
As the key end drops and I urgently shake my foot to get the hot little beggar out of my sandal I also think "hm, perhaps I should have actually followed up on that forethought and shifted said foot".
Anyway, the key works.
Is it appropriate to ask how your finger is?
Divvered again today. I needed a hex key with a very short short arm, to adjust a pedal which had a reflector in the way of the adjuster. The reflector nuts are very fiddly so I didn't want to remove them. I found a spare key, free from something, and "Dremel Cuts!" said Alexei in the adverts so I sets up bench vice, glasses and small cutting disc. As the sparks commence I think "hm, better shift my foot,don't want the end of this dropping on it" :) and carry on cutting.
As the key end drops and I urgently shake my foot to get the hot little beggar out of my sandal I also think "hm, perhaps I should have actually followed up on that forethought and shifted said foot".
Anyway, the key works.
Ah, sounds as if you were wearing what they call in New Zealand "Samoan Safety Boots" ;D
Only be sure always to call it please, "research"!
P.S. - have you got a copy of the Vladivostok telephone directory I can borrow?
You can pretty much make up any Finnish sounding name with enough kakakaka surely?
I have discovered the lift to my flat has a max length for any single item taken in the lift, of 2.26m.
I have discovered the lift to my flat has a max length for any single item taken in the lift, of 2.26m.
Paging nikki. Nikki to the tragically under-specified goods lift emergency phone please...
How much is a "seven storey length of rope"*, and does your window open?
As I use feet and inches, and you use metric, I'm going to stick with measuring the rope by floors.
I'm only 4 floors up , but there is no lift. I need a new book case. Order a "Billy from Ikea, who'll charge me more for delivery than for the bookcase, or order from John Lewis, who'll charge a lot more but will send sturdy chaps to carry it up the stairs ?
Probably the "Billy", as I can unpack it in the lobby & then carry it up in bits. I'd feel obliged to tip the JL chaps as well.
Ah, yes, lifts, stairs and the time my then-employers decided that because most of our jobs were going on a one-way vacation to Indiah, where the Tigers come from, we would cut the numbers of AlphaServers in our employ from five to one and relocate the remaining machine from a third-party site in Slough to our office next door to Southwark Cathedral. Someone measured the height of the rack the machine was housed in while cow-orker Mr Kelly measured the heights of the goods lift and the door through which the said rack would have to pass in order to access said lift. “You'll have to tilt in a bit to get it through the door” quoth he, “but it'll be fine for the lift”.
Cometh the hour, cometh the man with the lorry and the Babbage-Engine. Shortly thereafter cometh the curses on Mr Kelly, when we discovered that the rack could not physically be tilted far enough to get it through the door due to the presence of a set of sturdy wrought-iron railings about a metre from the door. We had to put the bloody thing back on the wagon and return it to Slough until they could come back with a stairwalker so we could take it through the front door and up the stairs to the third floor while fending off the literal curses of the actual practicing Scandiwegian witch employed as a receptionist by the owners of the building.
Eventually we got it into its new home, plugged everything in and switched it on. Much to our surprise it came up without a hitch rather than throwing a hissy fit and bursting into flames. “So who’s going to be the new system manager?” I asked The Boss. Turned out that as the only former BOFH on the payroll, that'd be me but at least it kept me employed for another three years rather than the three months I had been told to expect.
I have discovered the lift to my flat has a max length for any single item taken in the lift, of 2.26m.
In other news, yesterday I bought a 2440mm x 1220mm sheet of 9mm plywood, and had it cut along it's length into three pieces.
At some point this week I will have to carry these up the 7 floors to my flat. For now they can stay in the basement...
J
Narrowly avoided doing a Hanananannanh[1] (who once famously found herself in A&E trying to convince them she was merely bad at DIY and therefore didn't need to see the duty psych about her slit wrist) by fighting with a Schwalbe Pro One with the wheel brake rotor side up. Fortunately the surprisingly painful wrist injury is merely a graze, and I was able to glue the thumb back together.
[1] The astrononononomer.
MrsC needs cupboards in the barn (pottery-to-be).
We have some old crappy kitchen cupboards.
I say I'll put them on the walls.
Fittings for said cupboards have disappeared. No problem, I'll add some battening and screw through that.
Much swearing later (I had to hold cupboards up one handed while marking hole positions and they are bastard heavy like all chipboard furniture), cupboards are up.
MrsC comes out and points out that 2 of them are upside down. <cue laughter from audience>
She says that doesn't matter. Asks am I certain they are secure?
"Sure" sayeth I "Look" and hang my weight off a cupboard. Which promptly rips off the wall and falls on me. (Reader, I had already done this once and they were secure.)
Decide to buy some proper fittings, and more rawlplugs.
Much wrangling the next day - and part-way through fitting them - rawlplug (which isn't a 'real' rawlplug but some shitty knockoff, all I could get) pulls out of wall. Cupboard falls on me.
(I have now finished the job, using proper rawlplugs.)
Spare keys with the neighbour. Is this not a thing anymore?
My non-div neighbour knocked recently requesting key due to similar "forgot to take mine and everybody's out". I have also spent the last weekfeeding their catputting food in the cat's bowl, no sign of the cat but the food seemed to be disappearing.
I've also had the enjoyment of returning home from a bike ride to find an angry father-in-law and my wife at my parent's house in panic having filed the missing person's report. Much embarrassment of having to phone police to un-report myself, as well as phoning CTC contacts and everybody else who'd been questioned as to my missing status. Mrs Nutty thought I'd gone on the CTC club run, whereas I'm sure I told her I was heading to my sister's. I had a lovely long ride, until I got home.
Every time I read a thread like this, I'm reminded that I ought to hide a spare somewhere in the garden, but then I wander off and forget. The main worry is that I lock myself in the porch if the main door locks behind me and I don't have a key to get back in the house or out of the porch. Another task I keep forgetting is to get that lock replaced with something that doesn't lock itself.
The front door has an electronic lock that can either be opened with a fob or with a smartphone. Just in case, we've left a spare fob with our neighbour and with Jon's parents (about a mile away).
I cycled home from work having left my keys in the door of my locker at work. :facepalm: Rather than turn around and ride back I went to my sister and recovered the emergency key. I then phoned the office security guard and asked that he safely store my keys so that I could collect them in the morning.
I then got into the habit of locking my bike within the storage cage so that I had to have my keys to ride home.
Got a 10-euro voucher from the car-battery shop then had to nip back in and blow it on a 1st-aid kit because I cut myself strapping down the battery in the boot.Ah, the Lord giveth…
Got a 10-euro voucher from the car-battery shop then had to nip back in and blow it on a 1st-aid kit because I cut myself strapping down the battery in the boot.Ah, the Lord giveth…
ffs on this one, too
I've considered a key safe in the past, but they aren't overly secure and in addition if I ever needed it I'd probably have forgotten the code. I never liked the idea of a key under the doormat/flowerpot/etc but previous posts have got me considering a buried tin somewhere in the back garden; all I need to do is work out where, and more importantly how I'll remember where and nobody else will find it.When you're remembered where the tin is buried, all you need then is a decent spade to dig it up. Which of course you keep in the padlocked shed. No problem, the key is in... oh.
Bugger.Quote from: fboabffs on this one, too
Should have checked you were replying to internal peeps not external on this, shouldn't you?
Now wishing the ground would open up and swallow me, and instead of being righteously annoyed with failing supplier now have to look like a complete tool.
Bugger.Quote from: fboabffs on this one, too
Should have checked you were replying to internal peeps not external on this, shouldn't you?
Now wishing the ground would open up and swallow me, and instead of being righteously annoyed with failing supplier now have to look like a complete tool.
Photographing all of Ms Nutty's summer activities for school project (yes, we shouldn't have left it until the last week). First set of photos on SD card in Mrs Nutty's study for her to upload when she gets a chance between meetings. I needed to photograph the next project in action, so selected and grabbed another SD card off the pile to put in the camera.Phew, I was expecting you to say you used the same SD card and deleted the first set of photos before Mrs N had uploaded the.
Only 3 photos free :(. I went through the camera and deleted the ones not needed. Only 3 photos left and still no space ??? ??? ??? Removed card to stick it in the laptop and look. Then I realised I'd grabbed a 16Mb card and not the 8Gb I thought I'd selected :facepalm: :facepalm: :facepalm: :facepalm:
I bought an aftershock headset and have spent the last 6 months moaning internally about the lack of a pause button on them. I found it last night. It is on the left side.
Picked up a splinter from the top of our gate when I was going over it with a scraper this morning, which reminded me that my 10-yearly tetanus vaccination is due for renewal this year - I got the first one after inadvertently stabbing myself in the wrist in 1991. It took me an hour of hunting to find my vaccination card, whereupon I found that:
- the first one wasn't 1991 but 1992
- my last vaccination was in 2002. Oops.
I suppose that means I'll have to have one asap and a booster in 2 years. Bugger.
I was going to say that a doc had told me that once you’ve had a two or three most people don’t need another anywhere near as regularly as was thought to be the case.Picked up a splinter from the top of our gate when I was going over it with a scraper this morning, which reminded me that my 10-yearly tetanus vaccination is due for renewal this year - I got the first one after inadvertently stabbing myself in the wrist in 1991. It took me an hour of hunting to find my vaccination card, whereupon I found that:
- the first one wasn't 1991 but 1992
- my last vaccination was in 2002. Oops.
I suppose that means I'll have to have one asap and a booster in 2 years. Bugger.
We now do a lateral flow test and you only get the booster if the LFT says you need it.
I was going to say that a doc had told me that once you’ve had a two or three most people don’t need another anywhere near as regularly as was thought to be the case.Picked up a splinter from the top of our gate when I was going over it with a scraper this morning, which reminded me that my 10-yearly tetanus vaccination is due for renewal this year - I got the first one after inadvertently stabbing myself in the wrist in 1991. It took me an hour of hunting to find my vaccination card, whereupon I found that:
- the first one wasn't 1991 but 1992
- my last vaccination was in 2002. Oops.
I suppose that means I'll have to have one asap and a booster in 2 years. Bugger.
We now do a lateral flow test and you only get the booster if the LFT says you need it.
Given the lack of vaccination card and my accident prone earlier years, I’ve had plenty of tetanus booster over the years, but was bemoaning a missed visit after yet another self impalement when said doc mentioned the above.
And a similar one from me, if whilst out on a ride you notice the bar end plug is working a bit loose, don't try thumping it home again whilst riding along.
Had a giant slab of victoria sponge cake on a side-plate in my left hand, together
with a fork to help me eat it (don't like using my hands for cake). In my right hand
was glass of stout. So fixated was I on the sponge cake, that, as I sat down on the
settee, and my face being so close to side-plate and fork, I accidently managed to
stab myself in the eye with fork. Still painful now.
*Perhaps good news here... the new bike in the garage has not been noticed by my better half yet, so no questions about how much it cost and no demand for the same amount so she can spend it on herself!
After nearly an hours digging I found the problem.... I had forgotten to press the purchase button on the website so my items were still in the basket. :facepalm:
The internals of the lock on our side gate are rusted up. The lock fixings are only accessible from the edge of the gate, and they're only accessible when the gate is open. Guess what bloody fool didn't think to oil them for 20 years.
OK, so we never use that gate because it dissuaded all & sundry from coming right up to our front door, then letting the dogs out when they left. But now the only solution is to hacksaw through the bolt then find another lock with exactly the same dimensions, to fit the mortise etc. Aaargh.
But now the only solution is to hacksaw through the bolt
Feels like a 12 year old with a medical degree has tried to put a cannula in.
So I’m doing Lôn Las Cymru for a break, and it lashed it down last night/today.
Hanging tent & all out in tonight’s B&B to dry, I just nipped into the corridor to check the gloves on the rad...*click*...Oh FUCK...
There I am, stark bolock naked, in a corridor, with a locked door between me and my belongs....
Had to borrow a towel from another guest, walk 200m across Rhayader to the pub, and sit in the bar for 10 minutes waiting for the manager to turn up and find the master key, whilst nonchalantly drinking a pint...then walk back.
Good job nobody knows me round here and I have no sense of embarrassment 😁
“Perfect timing,” thought Mr Larrington as he emptied the last of the jar of Brown Drink...I can thoroughly recommend the services of a good Quartermaster. MrsLurker has such things under excellent control that, short of a complete breakdown in the food supply chain - which could never happen in somewhere as well governed as Britain - oh... wait..., hang on a mo..., oh well, anyway, as I was saying, there is always a replacement jar of instant brown drink and packet of *proper* ground brown drink to hand.
Quote from: Mr Larrington“Perfect timing,” thought Mr Larrington as he emptied the last of the jar of Brown Drink...I can thoroughly recommend the services of a good Quartermaster. MrsLurker has such things under excellent control that, short of a complete breakdown in the food supply chain - which could never happen in somewhere as well governed as Britain - oh... wait..., hang on a mo..., oh well, anyway, as I was saying, there is always a replacement jar of instant brown drink and packet of *proper* ground brown drink to hand.
Almost: I was packing the bike into its box to go travelling. All complete and locked up ready to go. 30 minutes later I went back to the garage for a bottle of wine to go with our meal and found saddle and seat post on top of the wine fridge. It is now in the bike box.Phew.
I'm shocked to hear that the ingredients for a Caffeinating Brown Drink that is Entirely Not Tea can be obtained from a jar.This is why it is referred to as brown drink!
Tea is a much more civilised way to start one’s day.I second this cuppa.
Indeed. It is important to differentiate Coffee and Brown Drink as, irrespective of what it may say on the jar of the latter, they are Not The Same Thing At All. Anyone who claims otherwise works in advertising.And this one.
Done that with an Aeropress. Didn't have the plunger sufficiently engaged, pressed a bit squint and it came apart in the middle. Hot water and grounds all over the place, including my belly.
Speaking of B&M, the dynamo buffer battery I put in a cupboard after PBP 2015 hasn't been used since and is probably dead.
Once forgot to put the filter bucket into the coffeebot, so she highlighted her displeasure by spluttered hot liquid and coffee grounds in some quantity off over herself, the worktop, down the cupboards and onto the floor. If there's one thing worse than coming down to no coffee in the morning, it's having to mop the kitchen and worktops in order to prepare coffee.
Have always been a little puzzled by the speed of light and time compression for space travel thing. Since speed is relative I never got why the return trip couldn't be considered that the rocket was stationary and the earth moving towards it very quickly so cancelling out the differences in time. It came up again in a book I was reading the other day. The next book I started on was Paradoxes by the physicist and TV presenter Jim Al-Khalili.See your sig line
So I had a peek at his web site and there was a "contact me" button. So I did and asked him about speed of light thing and space travel thing, I also mentioned I was reading his book and enjoying it. Didn't really expect any answer.
Amazingly next morning I had an email from him. It said:
Its not a symmetrical thing as the acceleration and deceleration undertaken by the spaceship and not the earth breaks the symmetry. By the way this is covered extensively in chapter 8 of my book which you are reading ...
Pat slaps head ....
Nice of him to reply though.
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Have always been a little puzzled by the speed of light and time compression for space travel thing. Since speed is relative I never got why the return trip couldn't be considered that the rocket was stationary and the earth moving towards it very quickly so cancelling out the differences in time. It came up again in a book I was reading the other day. The next book I started on was Paradoxes by the physicist and TV presenter Jim Al-Khalili.See your sig line
So I had a peek at his web site and there was a "contact me" button. So I did and asked him about speed of light thing and space travel thing, I also mentioned I was reading his book and enjoying it. Didn't really expect any answer.
Amazingly next morning I had an email from him. It said:
Its not a symmetrical thing as the acceleration and deceleration undertaken by the spaceship and not the earth breaks the symmetry. By the way this is covered extensively in chapter 8 of my book which you are reading ...
Pat slaps head ....
Nice of him to reply though.
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Speaking of B&M, the dynamo buffer battery I put in a cupboard after PBP 2015 hasn't been used since and is probably dead.
And dead it is. I put it in circuit & gave the wheel a spin: light stayed off. Battery out of circuit & spin again, light comes on. Oh well.
Speaking of B&M, the dynamo buffer battery I put in a cupboard after PBP 2015 hasn't been used since and is probably dead.
And dead it is. I put it in circuit & gave the wheel a spin: light stayed off. Battery out of circuit & spin again, light comes on. Oh well.
Lithium-ion cell protection circuitry will probably trickle-charge until the voltage is in spec, before coming to life (if the cell isn't too far gone). Suggest you ride PBP with it again and see if it starts working...
I shortened my trousers that way for a job interview in the 70s. When I came out I headed post-haste, still in my interview duds, to the clinic where my wife was about to give birth. While she was in the throes the tape job gave way. The first thing the theatre nurses did after my daughter was born was to fetch sticking-plaster for my turn-ups.You got off lightly: a lot of people in that situation end up with stitches :-X
Didn't get the job.
Can you locate the phone with 'find my device' or similar?That worked very well for my daughter's phone after she dropped it in some long grass on a walk. It was only a few hundred yards from where she was when she noticed its loss.
Can you locate the phone with 'find my device' or similar?
Just as drug dealers have burner phones and cyclists need crasher phones, walkers need loser phones.
@citoyen I hope they weren't superduper ££££
Plastic lenses next time? Hope the pooch is ok.
That thing where you go for a wee and realise you flies are already open, and you are left trying to work out when you last had a wee, and where you've been since then.
And the divvery continues. I'm on a roll, folks!
Cycle in to Stornoway - only about 16km away but I'm going shopping at it isn't flat.
Rush to library. Lock up bike. Erm, hang on, my bike lock key isn't on this keyring. No problem, I always keep the spare key in my tool pouch. Why won't key go in?
That's the Abus key. Not much chance of it working in a Kryptonite lock. You absolute arse.
So I did bare minimum essential jobs, that didn't mean leaving bike alone for long. People are pretty good around here, but it is school chucking out time and teenagers are teenagers everywhere.
And the divvery continues. I'm on a roll, folks!
Cycle in to Stornoway - only about 16km away but I'm going shopping at it isn't flat.
Rush to library. Lock up bike. Erm, hang on, my bike lock key isn't on this keyring. No problem, I always keep the spare key in my tool pouch. Why won't key go in?
That's the Abus key. Not much chance of it working in a Kryptonite lock. You absolute arse.
So I did bare minimum essential jobs, that didn't mean leaving bike alone for long. People are pretty good around here, but it is school chucking out time and teenagers are teenagers everywhere.
Could have been worse - an auto-locking lock. :o ;D
How many buses a week to your place? :demon:
Could have been worse - an auto-locking lock. :o ;D
:-\
I hope you told mscharly that you got twatted on the head then, so she can keep an eye out. If you haven't already please do so. (From she whose OH didn't tell me he'd been knocked unconscious until it was too late to come home from another country...) Hope your branes are unharmed.
The Jurek variation.Could have been worse - an auto-locking lock. :o ;D
That's how I thought the story was going to end, too.
I thought the Jurek Variation had a sqrl in it ???What do you think ran off with the keys?
Plastic lenses next time? Hope the pooch is ok.
Or just get into the habit of keeping them on a high shelf!
(I've managed to learn not to put my slippers down anywhere he can reach them.)
Plastic lenses next time? Hope the pooch is ok.
Or just get into the habit of keeping them on a high shelf!
(I've managed to learn not to put my slippers down anywhere he can reach them.)
There's no such thing as can't reach
There's no such thing as can't reach
Oh god… I shouldn’t laugh.
Plastic lenses next time? Hope the pooch is ok.
Or just get into the habit of keeping them on a high shelf!
(I've managed to learn not to put my slippers down anywhere he can reach them.)
There's no such thing as can't reach:
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That chair started off on the far side of the kitchen.
I loaded up the washing machine this morning. I can't remember if I made a conscious decision not to put it on or if I forgot. Got home from work and saw the door was open so I put washing powder in and set it off. 10 mins later Pingu says 'I already did the washing'.And the moral of this story is washing machines should never be meddled with by the secondary member of the household. ;D
I attempted to remedy by stopping and putting it onto rinse program, but that just left white powder spots. Another wash later then...
I loaded up the washing machine this morning. I can't remember if I made a conscious decision not to put it on or if I forgot. Got home from work and saw the door was open so I put washing powder in and set it off. 10 mins later Pingu says 'I already did the washing'.
I attempted to remedy by stopping and putting it onto rinse program, but that just left white powder spots. Another wash later then...
I am confused as to why someone would open the door on a washing machine that has finished it's run, but then not be immediately hung out to dry.
I am confused as to why someone would open the door on a washing machine that has finished it's run, but then not be immediately hung out to dry.
I think I know the answer to this one, it's because the washer is still on it's default setting of 'make a bloody annoying noise after the program is finished' and I haven't yet fettled it to STFU mode.
And the not hanging out to dry bit is cos it's not me.
We have a half-way house method if not immediately being hung out. It gets pulled out into the washing basket, where it will happily sit overnight without getting in the least bit musty smelling. There’s no apparent way to get our machine to STFU but it does give up after about 20 repeats.
I think I know the answer to this one, it's because the washer is still on it's default setting of 'make a bloody annoying noise after the program is finished' and I haven't yet fettled it to STFU mode.
And the not hanging out to dry bit is cos it's not me.
Our washing machine beeps on finishing and then beeps every 90 seconds or so for 10 minutes. I find it can be muted reasonably well by the removal of my hearing aids ;D
My machine (Bosch) was designed by someone who thought they were designing a smoke alarm. You can adjust the volume but not the persistence. It’s a washer/dryer, so there’s zero urgency to unload it. Unless it actually is on fire.
I’ve never encountered a toaster that beeps when finished, even though cold toast is as bad as stinky laundry.
Shirley this is what the smoke alarm is for?
Isn't the mechanical sound of toast ejection enough? ???
My toaster requires manual intervention to raise the contents of the slot although there is a satisfying clunk when the timer switches off the elements.
:facepalm: :facepalm: :facepalm:
Smoke alarms…… none of the ones in my parents house were working. Over 20 years old & painted over a couple of times.
It is. It’s done 20 years service with one replacement timer switch. It’s repairable nature is another reason to get one.My toaster requires manual intervention to raise the contents of the slot although there is a satisfying clunk when the timer switches off the elements.
That sounds as if it's a Dualit toaster?
Stabbed myself in the thumb with a screwdriver again. I'm getting good at that.As an apprentice I was forced to watch gory films about the dangers of not using screwdrivers safely. Only moderately successful as a strategy because I’ve managed to stab myself a couple of times over the years :D
It is. It’s done 20 years service with one replacement timer switch. It’s repairable nature is another reason to get one.My toaster requires manual intervention to raise the contents of the slot although there is a satisfying clunk when the timer switches off the elements.
That sounds as if it's a Dualit toaster?
It is. It’s done 20 years service with one replacement timer switch. It’s repairable nature is another reason to get one.My toaster requires manual intervention to raise the contents of the slot although there is a satisfying clunk when the timer switches off the elements.
That sounds as if it's a Dualit toaster?
We used a 3 slot model for about 16 or 17 years with just one change of elements and it still works - it's stored away as we lashed out on a Kitchen Aid toaster ... it looks great, does great toast/bagels etc - and REDmatches the KA mixer and kettle!
At least none of the fuckers are connected to the internet.
You might very well think that. I couldn’t possibly comment.
The microwave, however, beeps every 30 seconds when it finishes - which is really annoying if you're in the middle of some other kitchen activity and don't have a clean/free hand to stop it. (And FFS, I don't always need to take whatever it is out of the microwave the moment it finishes the program - eg if it's defrosting something, I might be happy for it to sit there for another 10 minutes or more.)
A friend with ADHD finds it invaluable; it stops them making two different lunches or filling their environment with cups of cold tea.
At least none of the fuckers are connected to the internet.Quote from: Citoyen's FridgeYou might very well think that. I couldn’t possibly comment.
The microwave, however, beeps every 30 seconds when it finishes - which is really annoying if you're in the middle of some other kitchen activity and don't have a clean/free hand to stop it. (And FFS, I don't always need to take whatever it is out of the microwave the moment it finishes the program - eg if it's defrosting something, I might be happy for it to sit there for another 10 minutes or more.)
As I say, these things should be configurable.
You don't find it useful. It's a liability in the hands of barakta, who will happily leave a microwave beeping for hours after heating up a wheat bag and getting distracted, which isn't really fair on the neighbours.
A friend with ADHD finds it invaluable; it stops them making two different lunches or filling their environment with cups of cold tea.
Back before we moved and I was climbing a Ramsey ladder to get to my office in the loft, in the interests of H&S I decided it would make sense to carry my tea up there in a stainless steel flask (actually one I bought for Pingu some years back for cold weather cycling).
At least none of the fuckers are connected to the internet.Quote from: Citoyen's FridgeYou might very well think that. I couldn’t possibly comment.
Don't even joke about it. This kind of shit gives me nightmares.
Surely there was at least one episode of The X-Files that used “baddies make tech go rogue” as a plot device?
90's X Files episodes
90's X Files episodes
I've just looked it up, and it kept going until 2002. I think I gave up on it in 1998 or so, and then didn't have a telly for ages. Did anything ever get resolved?
Didn't Mulder finally get to properly tend Scully's allotment?I seem to remember the production of a sox1 from a weeding session, though Mulder didn’t find out about it until sometime later as befits the conspicuous nature of the show
I may have dreamed that one, of course.
90's X Files episodes
I've just looked it up, and it kept going until 2002. I think I gave up on it in 1998 or so, and then didn't have a telly for ages. Did anything ever get resolved?
There was another 2 series after that in 2016 and 2018.
and not to forget the movie
and not to forget the movie
and not to forget the movie
There were two, but the second one was a Rubbish.
The Lone Gunmen had their own spin-off too, but Fox canned it after a single season.
... this year's flu jab. Felt horrible all day...Sympathy, but got to be better than going down with the real thing. Definitely a YMMV thing, though. I had my flu jag last week (my first ever, my but that makes me feel *old*) as did MrsL. No reaction at all for either of us. Don't get our boosters until mid Dec. Be interesting to see if either of us react to that as we didn't get a huge reaction to the AZ.
Well, the upside of the flu jab adverse reaction (apart I suppose from getting the flu itself) was that I spotted a few clues in the Shetland mystery that I'd missed previously, but there's still a few things I'm obviously missing. All will be revealed in the last episode this coming Wednesday. Doubtless DI Perez will crack the case, again. My elder daughter's a DI and I can't see her cracking it.......Quote from: andytheflyer... this year's flu jab. Felt horrible all day...Sympathy, but got to be better than going down with the real thing. Definitely a YMMV thing, though. I had my flu jag last week (my first ever, my but that makes me feel *old*) as did MrsL. No reaction at all for either of us. Don't get our boosters until mid Dec. Be interesting to see if either of us react to that as we didn't get a huge reaction to the AZ.
Changing the pool depth requires a foot note too for those who don’t live in the future like you. Does the floor move or is there a huge drop from the sides?
Changing the pool depth requires a foot note too for those who don’t live in the future like you. Does the floor move or is there a huge drop from the sides?
I'm guessing the floor lifts/lowers. Not uncommon in modern swimming pools.
The pool I regularly swim in (https://goo.gl/maps/cdGxRmJSpYQmksth7) raises and lowers the floor on a roughly 7hr cycle. If I go at the right (ie wrong) time, I can be 200m from the edge and still barely in over my knees.
I used to love going to the Crystal Palace 50m pool when I lived in South London. It's nice just not having to turn round so often.
Changing the pool depth requires a foot note too for those who don’t live in the future like you. Does the floor move or is there a huge drop from the sides?
Note to self: your tea will be a lot less wishy and, moreover, washy if you pour boiling water over the tea bags rather than into an empty mug :facepalm:
Note to self: your tea will be a lot less wishy and, moreover, washy if you pour boiling water over the tea bags rather than into an empty mug :facepalm:
Note to self: your tea will be a lot less wishy and, moreover, washy if you pour boiling water over the tea bags rather than into an empty mug :facepalm:
It's even more washy if you miss the mug entirely (DAHIKT)
Note to self: your tea will be a lot less wishy and, moreover, washy if you pour boiling water over the tea bags rather than into an empty mug :facepalm:
OK Mr L
Over the last few years, I have been labouring under the impression that your 'brown drink' was carp instant coffee.
Tonight I find out that Pingu has been thinking it is tea.
Who is correct?
... Proper Tea, on the other hand, is drunk after dinner...Is this what civilised people call dinner, i.e. the midday meal or what others call dinner, i.e. the much delayed meal that civilised types call tea?
Now I'm really confused. I was invited to a friend's house this past week for 'supper', but at 7pm. Now I call that 'dinner', or possibly, 'tea' (as immortalised by Hamish and Dougal, and I was once asked for real turning up in the mid evening at a friend's mum's house in Carnoustie!). I thought supper was what you might have had just before bedtime.Quote from: Mr Larrington... Proper Tea, on the other hand, is drunk after dinner...Is this what civilised people call dinner, i.e. the midday meal or what others call dinner, i.e. the much delayed meal that civilised types call tea?
Mealtime nomenclature aside, the word civilised cannot be used within a country mile of a description of the barbaric practise of pouring boiling water over teabags placed within a mug. Now, I’ve long since accepted the containment of leaves within little perforated bags1 as a necessary evil, but to dispense with the use of proper tea pot as a mashing vessel is utterly improper. Anyone indulging in such despicable behaviour really does deserve whatever calamity befalls them.That's why you should have a proper brew https://www.yorkshiretea.co.uk/brew-news/an-update-on-plant-based-tea-bags
1. Although, I am now questioning the environmental impact of the same because I recently became aware that most teabags are some form of unbiodegradable plastic.
Now I'm really confused. I was invited to a friend's house this past week for 'supper', but at 7pm. Now I call that 'dinner', or possibly, 'tea' (as immortalised by Hamish and Dougal, and I was once asked for real turning up in the mid evening at a friend's mum's house in Carnoustie!). I thought supper was what you might have had just before bedtime.Quote from: Mr Larrington... Proper Tea, on the other hand, is drunk after dinner...Is this what civilised people call dinner, i.e. the midday meal or what others call dinner, i.e. the much delayed meal that civilised types call tea?
Someone enlighten me, please.
...Supper, OTOH, is either:
- Another word for dinner
- An archaic term for what barakta would refer to as 'pre-bed munchies'.
I enjoy breakfast, morning coffee, brunch, elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea, high tea, dinner and supper. If I get a tad peckish I have been known to snack as well. 😋
Ah good, I win :smug:
I make tea inna mug (well, actually I make it in a stainless steel flask for a)more and b)safer carrying of hot liquids (this is a hangover from WFH up the loft ladder at the previous Pingu Towers but hey, more) but with an infuser.
No, not one of those crappy little round balls, but a decent sized receptacle that half fills the mug and allows the leaves to move. Earl Grey Darjeeling, since you ask. :P
There's a Rule According To Kim about PVA, and how it's only an effective adhesive on the things you don't want it to stick to...
Skoggy Essex audax - Mudguards, yes, raceblade XLs in the back of the car ready to attach at the other end.
But I'd picked up the raceblade XLs for the 26" wheeled bike, not the 700c wheeled bike. A lot of deep cleaning to do tomorrow
Skoggy Essex audax - Mudguards, yes, raceblade XLs in the back of the car ready to attach at the other end.
But I'd picked up the raceblade XLs for the 26" wheeled bike, not the 700c wheeled bike. A lot of deep cleaning to do tomorrow
Even with over-wide Raceblades my bike needed a good hour with brush, sponges and hot soapy water. Not Audax either, just a couple of 28k tootles.
Undressing for bed last night, found my keys were not in my pocket. Hunted in all likely places that I might have dropped them, went out and made sure I hadn't left them hanging in the workshop door, went back in, went to bed. Realized that I could have left them in the workshop door and some evil sod might have pinched them, and so spent an unpleasant night planning on replacing front door & workshop locks, duplicating keys, the whole bothersome procedure. Even dreamt about it.That'll be where the miscreant dropped them back after copying them then..................
Went out this morning in the twilight and found them in the grass beside the drive. :facepalm:
<fx:gurns> I’m trying to think of how you could use 22/15 elbows to replicate 22/15 Ts. It’s an interesting mental workout, but it would require that you use other parts that you’ll probably need to get on so it doesn’t save you any grief. And it would take up a lot more room.She came back with four 22-15 straights. So I can splice in two 15mm sections into the out and return, put 15mm Ts on those sections.
<fx:wanders off muttering to oneself>
Oi ! Pipe ! Yes, you down there. FARKOFF !<fx:gurns> I’m trying to think of how you could use 22/15 elbows to replicate 22/15 Ts. It’s an interesting mental workout, but it would require that you use other parts that you’ll probably need to get on so it doesn’t save you any grief. And it would take up a lot more room.She came back with four 22-15 straights. So I can splice in two 15mm sections into the out and return, put 15mm Ts on those sections.
<fx:wanders off muttering to oneself>
A bit of a hack but it will work.
Next task is to get pipe insulation. None of the heating pipes are insulted under the floor.
Oi ! Pipe ! Yes, you down there. FARKOFF !<fx:gurns> I’m trying to think of how you could use 22/15 elbows to replicate 22/15 Ts. It’s an interesting mental workout, but it would require that you use other parts that you’ll probably need to get on so it doesn’t save you any grief. And it would take up a lot more room.She came back with four 22-15 straights. So I can splice in two 15mm sections into the out and return, put 15mm Ts on those sections.
<fx:wanders off muttering to oneself>
A bit of a hack but it will work.
Next task is to get pipe insulation. None of the heating pipes are insulted under the floor.
Will that do ?
No effect. They are cold and unmoved by your contribution.Oi ! Pipe ! Yes, you down there. FARKOFF !<fx:gurns> I’m trying to think of how you could use 22/15 elbows to replicate 22/15 Ts. It’s an interesting mental workout, but it would require that you use other parts that you’ll probably need to get on so it doesn’t save you any grief. And it would take up a lot more room.She came back with four 22-15 straights. So I can splice in two 15mm sections into the out and return, put 15mm Ts on those sections.
<fx:wanders off muttering to oneself>
A bit of a hack but it will work.
Next task is to get pipe insulation. None of the heating pipes are insulted under the floor.
Will that do ?
Oi ! Pipe ! Yes, you down there. FARKOFF !<fx:gurns> I’m trying to think of how you could use 22/15 elbows to replicate 22/15 Ts. It’s an interesting mental workout, but it would require that you use other parts that you’ll probably need to get on so it doesn’t save you any grief. And it would take up a lot more room.She came back with four 22-15 straights. So I can splice in two 15mm sections into the out and return, put 15mm Ts on those sections.
<fx:wanders off muttering to oneself>
A bit of a hack but it will work.
Next task is to get pipe insulation. None of the heating pipes are insulted under the floor.
Will that do ?
No, we need to commission a special episode of Jacinda Swears (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=63464.msg2548836#msg2548836) to make sure those pipes know who’s boss.
Although Bond James Bond is a cool dude, Mr Larrington, he does not need to be stored in the fridge :facepalm:considers.
At least he was still shrink-wrapped when I discovered this faux pas.
If the James Bond DVD ended up in the fridge, it begs the question as to what Mr. L tried loading into the DVD player. :demon:
Blu-ray, double-oh-three-and-a-half*, Blu-ray.
* licence to maim
Despite using the cooker for the last 8 years I still get the controls the wrong way round.
I never thought of it like that. It may possibly help. Ta.Despite using the cooker for the last 8 years I still get the controls the wrong way round.
On normal gas hobs the two middle knobs are always for the burners furthest from the controls, otherwise the pipes would have to either cross or go the long way round the near burners. So if you can imagine the pipes fanning out from the knobs you don’t need to look at the symbols.
(I say always, I’m sure someone’s made such a cursed contrivance (https://www.vectorstock.com/royalty-free-vector/kitchen-stove-hob-set-vector-1433038))
M'Julie from Whitstable is the only person I know that has managed to get two VHS tapes into a machine that was only ever designed to accommodate one.Our 5 year old son managed it. We had left him and younger brother in the front room of a friends' house while we sat in the kitchen chatting. We should have become suspicious when it all went quiet. Friend was fortunately able to remedy the situation, but it took about half an hour of dismantling and re-assembly.
A previous (thankfully) Mrs eck once asked me to show her how to rewind a DVD. ???
That upper right image with the invisible red dots reminded me that barakta finds the usual dots-as-a-map-of-the-hob graphics completely unhelpful. To the point where I've added labels to ours to the effect of "front right (big)" etc. so she doesn't keep getting the wrong one.
That upper right image with the invisible red dots reminded me that barakta finds the usual dots-as-a-map-of-the-hob graphics completely unhelpful. To the point where I've added labels to ours to the effect of "front right (big)" etc. so she doesn't keep getting the wrong one.
I'm glad it's not just me that keeps cocking it up.
M'Julie from Whitstable is the only person I know that has managed to get two VHS tapes into a machine that was only ever designed to accommodate one.Our 5 year old son managed it. We had left him and younger brother in the front room of a friends' house while we sat in the kitchen chatting. We should have become suspicious when it all went quiet. Friend was fortunately able to remedy the situation, but it took about half an hour of dismantling and re-assembly.
'But I wanted to see what happened' was my son's excuse.
Staying in the house in York, in the guest bedroom.
Room has been neatly set up fresh bedding, a bedside table bedside lamp. Lovely. Middle of the night rotten with cold. Cold. I roll over and reach my phone smack heading to the corner of the bedside table. Cue much swearing, waking up MRSC, who is asking what has happened whilst I clutch my forehead . Remove hand from forehead. Hand is covered in blood. Yes I hit my head hard enough on the wooden cabinet to split it open
What kind of a divvy divster reinstalls Windows and a metric fuckton of drivers, programs and Stuffs without making a note of the Babbage-Engine's steering wheel settings?This unit was confused by the above mishmash of Babbage-Engine and motorcar related WORDS until he rememberer that Mr Larrington likes to sit in his back bedroom making motorcar noises while pretending to race around the automobile racing tracks of the world as rendered on the screen of said Babbage-engine. I believe that to enrichen the experience the use of a pretend steering wheel has been added to the ensemble, no? Haz it pedals as well?
<== That kind. Now it’s all horrid and juddery and doesn’t do the powered self-centring like an old-skool Citroën with DIRAVI (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DIRAVI). Bah!
What kind of a divvy divster reinstalls Windows and a metric fuckton of drivers, programs and Stuffs without making a note of the Babbage-Engine's steering wheel settings?
<== That kind. Now it’s all horrid and juddery and doesn’t do the powered self-centring like an old-skool Citroën with DIRAVI (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DIRAVI). Bah!
What kind of a divvy divster reinstalls Windows and a metric fuckton of drivers, programs and Stuffs without making a note of the Babbage-Engine's steering wheel settings?
<== That kind. Now it’s all horrid and juddery and doesn’t do the powered self-centring like an old-skool Citroën with DIRAVI (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DIRAVI). Bah!
Hurrah! Sorted it!
And stored the details inna file wot gets backed up proper-like on a regular basis.
Well, that was a mistake. I followed a link to a jobs website and only went and entered my email address in a box when asked to do so. I don’t think I’ve ever encounter such an aggressive spam response before. Ok, it all seems to be job related and all the proffered jobs appear to be relevant but come on, do you really think I’m going to read the 35 emails you’ve sent me in the past 10 hours or so!
First date with a very nice woman from work. We arrange to meet at the Aviary Cafe in Jephson Gardens in Leamington. The agreed time comes and I'm there a few minutes early outside a closed cafe. Only it's NOT the Aviary Cafe. This dawns on me after a few minutes and I hurry round to the correct place a couple of minutes walk away to find her waiting patiently. Eejit! She was obligingly forgiving and excellent company.Feels like this story might slide into a good news thread…
...paper chromatography (which involves giant tanks of solvent)...
Locking Tab During installation, the Locking Tab on the Mounting Bracket moves from the Initial Position to the Final Position, where the Locking Tab fits securely into the Locking
Notch on the UniFi AP to help prevent theft.
Note: If you need to remove the UniFi AP from the Mounting Bracket, insert a paper clip in the Slot to release the Locking Tab and turn the UniFi AP counterclockwise.
*vaguely wonders if a Babbage-engine thus equipped can be used to swerve around the shitverts as you attempt to read the Brizzle Post's webby SCIENCE*Oh Kim Kim Kim, I can give you a daily digest of the best bits of the Brizzle Post. Here is today's: And tomorrow's: And next tomorrow and all the days hereafter: .
NullPointerException
That's NilPointerException, which is an important semantic difference usually illustrated with bogroll...I don't know much about computing and only just enough about words to bullshit semiconvincingly, but I am old enough to remember "Norvege nul points":
Norway has the dubious distinction of finishing last in the Eurovision final more than any other country, and along with Austria, has received "nul points" (zero points) in the contest on four occasions; in 1963, 1978, 1981 and 1997.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norway_in_the_Eurovision_Song_Contest
lothium batteries have a long shelf life, pop them on a shelf until you need them.
I ordered a load of batteries from an online battery shop. I mostly needed some Lithium AAA batteries. The rest were just to get better value out of the €4 shipping.
The package arrived today.
The €14 pack of batteries I thought were AAA? AA.
FFS.
Return shipping will be €4. Then I'd have to buy the right ones, and pay another €4 shipping.
fnnnnngh
J
lothium batteries have a long shelf life, pop them on a shelf until you need them.
Why did it took until I was interviewing a people (virtually, obv) and switched on my camera to realise that I had my shirt on inside out?
Why did it took until I was interviewing a people (virtually, obv) and switched on my camera to realise that I had my shirt on inside out?That's very Joanna Lumley.
In that vein, when making kedgeree it helps if you put the haddock in.
In that vein, when making kedgeree it helps if you put the haddock in.
It really doesn't!
In that vein, when making kedgeree it helps if you put the haddock in.
Oooooo. Yum.In that vein, when making kedgeree it helps if you put the haddock in.
Or roast aubergine and shallots instead of the haddock, it's a river cottage vegereee recipe and bloody delicious
Not really kedgeree in that case is it? More a case of rice with stuff in it?
Not really kedgeree in that case is it? More a case of rice with stuff in it?
Just please, please do not call things like this https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices (https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices) "vegetarian bacon" it's either bacon or it isn't >:(
I like jackfruit, but sell it to me as good vegetarian food, not fake meat, same with tempeh, great stuff, but its not chicken
You know that thing where the milk is on the turn and curdles as soon as you add it to your coffee? Unfortunately, I didn't notice it this morning until after I'd taken a mouthful...
Cheese-flavoured coffee. Yum. :sick: :sick: :sick:
You know that thing where the milk is on the turn and curdles as soon as you add it to your coffee? Unfortunately, I didn't notice it this morning until after I'd taken a mouthful...
Cheese-flavoured coffee. Yum. :sick: :sick: :sick:
That's because you're doing it wrong - or so northern Scandinavian types would have it. :demon:
https://coffeeaffection.com/cheese-in-coffee/
Roveg couldn’t suss out the sliver of tension that had entered the gathering, but he didn’t like it. Moreover, the way this round robin was going, the next question was going to focus on where he was headed, and that, he didn’t want. He swooped in, reaching for lighter fare. ‘You know, on the subject of Humans, there’s something I’ve long wanted to ask someone about.’ He paused in thought. ‘Cheese. Is that a real thing?’(click to show/hide)
Put bags in tea-mugs, boiled water, wet the tea, started timer.
Timer beeped, got milk out of fridge, went over to mugs, pulled out bags, put milk back in fridge.
Back to mugs... duh: didn't put any milk in.
Put bags in tea-mugs, boiled water, wet the tea, started timer.
Timer beeped, got milk out of fridge, went over to mugs, pulled out bags, put milk back in fridge.
Back to mugs... duh: didn't put any milk in.
At least you didn’t “tidy” the washing up liquid into the fridge, like my wife did ::-)
I've been a cyclist for many decades, and have owned my Chorus equipped 'best' bike for 12 years.
I've often complained to myself that whenever I need to remove the front wheel I have to slacken off the adjuster on the front brake so that the tyre passes between the brake blocks.
Today I discovered that Campagnolo brake levers have a secret button which slackens off the brake cable to enable you to remove a wheel easily. :facepalm:
I've been a cyclist for many decades, and have owned my Chorus equipped 'best' bike for 12 years.
I've often complained to myself that whenever I need to remove the front wheel I have to slacken off the adjuster on the front brake so that the tyre passes between the brake blocks.
Today I discovered that Campagnolo brake levers have a secret button which slackens off the brake cable to enable you to remove a wheel easily. :facepalm:
Yep, just like Shimano have a small lever on the caliper to accomplish the same thing. Just remember to reverse the operation before riding….
Notice, the labels on the one I haven't assembled yet...
Turns out with the JST in place, there is no label visible for the 2.54mm pin header...
Last week I bought some Superglue. When I unpacked the shopping I couldn’t find it.stuck?
I’ve just found it. In the fridge…. Between the Gruyère & the Comte… :facepalm:
A new falafel place opened up near us a few months back (falafel is the thing here, we're soooo over avocado) called Jack the Falafel. Like Jack the Lad, I assumed, ha ha, how funny. Or perhaps it's run by someone actually called Jack. No. It is of course a reference to jackfruit.I like jackfruit, but sell it to me as good vegetarian food, not fake meat, same with tempeh, great stuff, but its not chicken
Exactly!
I'm making dinner, carbonara.
I bring the food waste caddy over to the worktop so I can deposit the egg shells in it without making a mess.
I break open the first egg shell and neatly put it straight into the food waste caddy.
Blooming heck my shoulders are knackered after riding over 20 odd kilometres balanced on two wheels .
Is it OK if I post here on behalf of my wife?
I got a parking charge notice from Euro Car Parks this morning. The time and date corresponds with when she went out to meet up with her friend at Shorne Woods. But I paid via the app! quoth she - and indeed, she has the receipt on her phone to prove it.
No worries, just give me a screen grab of it and I'll go through the rigmarole of submitting an appeal via the ECP website...
After I'd submitted it, I checked the details on the receipt out of idle curiosity... and it turns out she paid to park in a different car park 20 miles away. :facepalm:
I hate those machines that require registration number input. The non qwerty keyboard is really difficult. I don't think they exist round here anymore.Had that issue when visiting an Ipswich car park in my husband’s car - the machine did not like the German registration number. No idea what we would do if we had a registration number with an Umlaut in, for example a Tübingen-registered car starts with Tü. Tu is something completely different.
All the local parking machines are debit card tap, which is a good thing.
I hate those machines that require registration number input. The non qwerty keyboard is really difficult. I don't think they exist round here anymore.Had that issue when visiting an Ipswich car park in my husband’s car - the machine did not like the German registration number. No idea what we would do if we had a registration number with an Umlaut in, for example a Tübingen-registered car starts with Tü. Tu is something completely different.
All the local parking machines are debit card tap, which is a good thing.
Isn't the Larrington Method, when hooning around the USA en route to Battle Mountain, to use the Zip code for the White House? Or is that a product of my fevered imagination?
I hate those machines that require registration number input. The non qwerty keyboard is really difficult. I don't think they exist round here anymore.
All the local parking machines are debit card tap, which is a good thing.
(Scribbles on Post-ItTM Note; sticks same in back of passport; watches passport disintegrate)
I'm a technically competent person, but I come from a time when to pay for parking you put coins in a machine and it either:
a) gave you a ticket, with that special adhesive that was really hard to clean off your car window, but would cause the ticket to fall off 5 minutes before the traffic warden came round
b) let you out through a barrier
I drive so infrequently that whenever I encounter one of these 21st century ways of paying for parking I get extremely flustered. Bonus points if it requires me to know the registration number of the car I've just been driving.
Around here they use one of the fifty-two available parking apps, all different yet alike, that will require you to identify your car park from a list of 64 nearby or input a number that you can't find. Once you've done this and input your car's registration number you'll find that there's is almost a mobile signal. The result is that you'll spend another ten minutes in the car waving your phone around in the hope of attracting a confirmatory message from the ether.
(Scribbles on Post-ItTM Note; sticks same in back of passport; watches passport disintegrate)
You can find less combustible US zip codes here (https://www.unitedstateszipcodes.org/06226/).
Her mistake was to pay for the car park that the app presented to her, and not check that it corresponded with the car park she was in. The one she paid for was one she had visited about a year previously, so obviously that was the last one in her search history. Easy enough error to make.
My wife just wanders into the bedroom, bangs around like Godzilla on a downtown walking tour for what feels like four days, before deciding what she wants to wear is in the bedroom next door anyway.
Her mistake was to pay for the car park that the app presented to her, and not check that it corresponded with the car park she was in. The one she paid for was one she had visited about a year previously, so obviously that was the last one in her search history. Easy enough error to make.
Very similar and probably equally expensive failure was to forget that last time I used the app to pay for parking, it wasn’t for our car, not look at what the phone had auto filled and pay against totally the wrong registration number.
This is one of those deaf gain things. I can clatter about with impunity (indeed, I once hoovered just to prove I could), as long as I don't turn enough light on to see what I'm rummaging for...Well there’s got to be some gains for those of you that have to live with us ;D
I got a fine after I’d set up an account because there were no funds in the account. I didn’t bother to check the account because I KNEW I’d set it up correctly. :facepalm: I can’t remember if the Linked CC had expired or if I’d used it so infrequently that it had unlinked the auto pay feature, but the upshot was I had an account that didn’t pay the fee!Her mistake was to pay for the car park that the app presented to her, and not check that it corresponded with the car park she was in. The one she paid for was one she had visited about a year previously, so obviously that was the last one in her search history. Easy enough error to make.
Very similar and probably equally expensive failure was to forget that last time I used the app to pay for parking, it wasn’t for our car, not look at what the phone had auto filled and pay against totally the wrong registration number.
My previous car was a blue i30, one digit different in the year was a blue i10. I mistyped when paying for Dartford crossing and scan read to check and basically saw i something blue and clicked OK. So got a fine and paid for a random car. Thankfully they accepted I'm an idiot and only had to pay the journey fee not any penalty charge. Have since set an account
Her mistake was to pay for the car park that the app presented to her, and not check that it corresponded with the car park she was in. The one she paid for was one she had visited about a year previously, so obviously that was the last one in her search history. Easy enough error to make.
Very similar and probably equally expensive failure was to forget that last time I used the app to pay for parking, it wasn’t for our car, not look at what the phone had auto filled and pay against totally the wrong registration number.
My previous car was a blue i30, one digit different in the year was a blue i10. I mistyped when paying for Dartford crossing and scan read to check and basically saw i something blue and clicked OK. So got a fine and paid for a random car. Thankfully they accepted I'm an idiot and only had to pay the journey fee not any penalty charge. Have since set an account
Our 2.3 guests left on the morning ferry, which meant a 5am start.
I remembered to get out my running gear and did a run after they left. However I forgot to get clean 'work clothes' out. MrsC is asleep in the bedroom.
So I'm sat at computer in a towel and hoody. Good thing I don't have any video calls this morning.
Recabled the RD on the turbo bike, Microshift RD worked like a dream. Released the clamp on the FD cable to replace that one as well, reacher under the down tube to snip the cable and pull out either end.
Well, that was the plan, only I didn't reach far enough - shiny new RD cable...
The wife (slightly under) cooked a delicious roast aubergine and tomatoe thing for dinner last night
Was rather spicy. I commented on this and everyone agreed. Confusing looks from the wife as she hadn't added anything spicy
Turns out lidl do tinned toms with chilli and garlic which muggins had picked up by mistake
Went for an off road pee. Thinking to myself "be careful of the nettles, be careful of the nettles"
Where did I get a nettle sting?
:facepalm:
My first clipless moment - T-Junction, white van, topple to the left into a verge full of nettles. I was glad to be of some amusement to the hard working labourers of Cambs
Does the Shewee make it easier not to get wee on your shoes?
Thats something is boys learn at a very early age ;DDoes the Shewee make it easier not to get wee on your shoes?
Very much so. The 'extreme' version comes with an extension pipe for further shoe/clothing clearance, but I've never needed it.
You do need to remember not to pee into foliage that's uphill or upwind of whatever you're standing on thobut.
Thats something is boys should learn at a very early age ;DDoes the Shewee make it easier not to get wee on your shoes?
Very much so. The 'extreme' version comes with an extension pipe for further shoe/clothing clearance, but I've never needed it.
You do need to remember not to pee into foliage that's uphill or upwind of whatever you're standing on thobut.
Does the Shewee make it easier not to get wee on your shoes?
Very much so. The 'extreme' version comes with an extension pipe for further shoe/clothing clearance, but I've never needed it.
You do need to remember not to pee into foliage that's uphill or upwind of whatever you're standing on thobut.
Today's act of divvery was a modern classic. I was poking around inside the electric fan that lives in our bedroom. A relatively posh model with an electronically controlled DC motor that goes down to almost-silent, IR remote control that's frustratingly directional, silly BLUE LEDs, etc.
I was so amazed discover the control board connected to the fan driver board by a 4-pin cable marked '0V' '5V' 'TX' and 'RX' that I momentarily forgot Oscilloscope 101. A bang and a flash later, and I'm sitting in a dark room with the fire alarm beeping and barakta asking if that was supposed to happen. :-[
With power restored, I resignedly work my way along the trail of blown fuses to the inevitable dead semiconductor. Astoundingly, this turned out to be a pair of M7 diodes, and not some unobtanium MOSFET or microcontroller. Even more astoundingly, I have a 50 of the things in a selection box of Chinesium diodes I purchased a couple of years ago, so was able to replace them. Powering up the controller board with everything else unplugged did not result in further light-emitting fuses or the release of magic smoke. For good measure I checked that the FULL BRIDGE RECTIFIER was functioning properly by sticking my sweaty finger across the reservoir capacitor. :facepalm:
Once I'd regained sensation in my hand, I confirmed everything now worked, and spent some quality time reverse-engineering the comms (with the benefit of an isolated power supply). The fan is now reassembled, with all screws accounted for, and programming an ESP to man-in-the-middle the communications is now left as a project for Future Kim, when normal karma and divvery levels have been restored.
Today's act of divvery was a modern classic. I was poking around inside...
Went for an off road pee. Thinking to myself "be careful of the nettles, be careful of the nettles"
Where did I get a nettle sting?
:facepalm:
Those stealth nettles hurt far more too.Went for an off road pee. Thinking to myself "be careful of the nettles, be careful of the nettles"
Where did I get a nettle sting?
:facepalm:
Did it again today, right up the back of one thigh this time >:(
It didn't even look like a nettle!
See, at least when you fail to use a shewee correctly (there's a knack, and you will have the equivalent of a clipless moment at some point shortly after getting the hang of it), you just get piss down your leg. If you're lucky, you'll be wearing sandals at the time, which will improve their smell. If you're really lucky, it will also be raining.
Wiring in a light for the kiln room.
Thread cable all around the barn - this entails feeding it behind beams (dirty, covered in cobwebs). About 15m of cable.
Feed around, look at amount on ceiling of kiln room, congratulate myself on providing enough slack that it will reach light fitting with some to spare. Fasten in place with cable clips.
Wake up the next morning realising that the cable needs to reach the light switch, halfway down the wall.
Spend first part of the morning yanking cable out of cable clips and threading more around.
Wiring in a light for the kiln room.
Thread cable all around the barn - this entails feeding it behind beams (dirty, covered in cobwebs). About 15m of cable.
Feed around, look at amount on ceiling of kiln room, congratulate myself on providing enough slack that it will reach light fitting with some to spare. Fasten in place with cable clips.
Wake up the next morning realising that the cable needs to reach the light switch, halfway down the wall.
Spend first part of the morning yanking cable out of cable clips and threading more around.
You could have just left that feed cable at the fitting, and run a second cable from the fitting down to the switch...
It's standard practice to bring the supply in to the ceiling rose (both L and N on brn and blue), and then on out to the next fitting.
Then a single drop-cable down to the switch (perm L going down on brn, sw. L coming back up on blue, sleeved with brown.)
There is no N at the switch.
This has led me to investigate the positions of the "central" ceiling lights in several rooms in our house. Why are most of them in bloody silly locations, way off centre?
Popped up on the upright trike to Stonehaugh in Geordieshire for a little reconnaissance . On the way to Wark the rear offside tyre goes flat . Big hole in the side wall . No problem I will get The spare emergency tyre out the carradice tardis bag . But some numpty has left the tyre on the bench at home , when the idiot reorganised their bag .That's not only a "fecking div" story, it's a "look what I carried on my bike" post – carrying a trike on a bike!
Blooming heck my shoulders are knackered after riding over 20 odd kilometres balanced on two wheels .
My first clipless moment - T-Junction, white van, topple to the left into a verge full of nettles. I was glad to be of some amusement to the hard working labourers of CambsI had my first such about 15 years before clipless pedals were even invented! I was about 3 and fell off my "big blue trike" into a patch of nettles that were taller than me.
I think you have the wrong end of the stick no bikes were involved . Once I had travelled 3or 4 meters ,l got the offside puncture d Wheel in the air. Then travelled back on the single driven rear wheel and front wheel .Balanced on two wheels of the trike . It's pushing on one side of the handle bars whilst pulling on the other that ,knacks your shouldersPopped up on the upright trike to Stonehaugh in Geordieshire for a little reconnaissance . On the way to Wark the rear offside tyre goes flat . Big hole in the side wall . No problem I will get The spare emergency tyre out the carradice tardis bag . But some numpty has left the tyre on the bench at home , when the idiot reorganised their bag .That's not only a "fecking div" story, it's a "look what I carried on my bike" post – carrying a trike on a bike!
Blooming heck my shoulders are knackered after riding over 20 odd kilometres balanced on two wheels .
Looking in my crystal ball... It's 15 years in the future... Feanor has sold up and is living in his pied-a-terre... A new forummer called furryboottoon_cyclist has posted on the OT Knowledge board about the weird looking electrics in their new house...
My iPad only takes the finest USB-C plug up its rear.indeed, only the phones now require lightening connectors, which is a bit of pain. Although I did note on the WWDC yesterday that the new MacBooks come with an Apple mag release power connector.
15 years in the future all the BRITONS' cables will be red and white like old-skool barbers' poles, because the Scots will have declared UDI, Ireland will be united and run from Dublin and the Welsh will be ignored. As usual.Does this mean there will be a small band of Welsh nationalists running* round stamping little red dragons on all the cables? Not that they will have any electricity in Wales, because of all the leeks.**
15 years in the future and people will be regarding distascopic CT100 installations with the same sort of quaint nostalgia that we reserve for 10-base-2 Ethernet...
Unless the Brexit holds, and we have wide-ranging BRITISH electrical RULEZ mandating everything from waterlogged brown coax and Belling-Lee connectors (video, for the distribution of) through looks-like-mini-USB-B-but-isn't[1] (fondleslabs, for the charging of), centre-negative DC barrel jacks in a range of fucking sizes (all other electronics, for the powering of), and 25-pin D connectors for general data communication (the one area where gender diversity is still tolerated). Mains wiring will be restored to the much prettier pre-harmonisation colours, with VIR insulation and wire fuses in Bakelite holders. WiFi will be permitted, in the longwave band.
The Brexit bonus will of course be the thorough and complete banning of SCART.
[1] Ie. the one that came with your circa 2004 digital camera, and has been haunting your cables box ever since.
Somehow, while hoovering, I managed to rip a double electric socket out of the wall. :facepalm:Please tell me the make and model of the vacuum cleaner. I could do with one with that much suction power.
My iPad only takes the finest USB-C plug up its rear.
My iPad only takes the finest USB-C plug up its rear.
Mine is Lightning and it’s only about three months old ???
It's a Brexit bastard Dy3on. Actually it's quite a good hoover but I won't buy another on principle. (I think I managed to catch the cable in the wheel arch and yank it).Somehow, while hoovering, I managed to rip a double electric socket out of the wall. :facepalm:Please tell me the make and model of the vacuum cleaner. I could do with one with that much suction power.
My iPad only takes the finest USB-C plug up its rear.
Mine is Lightning and it’s only about three months old ???
Somehow, while hoovering, I managed to rip a double electric socket out of the wall. :facepalm:
Nilfisk (https://www.onestopcleaningshop.co.uk/product/nilfisk-gm80p-commercial-vacuum-cleaner/?gclid=CjwKCAjwkYGVBhArEiwA4sZLuLxpbLzEpxqF5cRddASJ7o4ESokmiTu51QqPje1zug8oICxhHfFQMBoCiJwQAvD_BwE) is your friend.It's a Brexit bastard Dy3on. Actually it's quite a good hoover but I won't buy another on principle. (I think I managed to catch the cable in the wheel arch and yank it).Somehow, while hoovering, I managed to rip a double electric socket out of the wall. :facepalm:Please tell me the make and model of the vacuum cleaner. I could do with one with that much suction power.
It's a Brexit bastard Dy3on. Actually it's quite a good hoover but I won't buy another on principle...MrsL & I decided we never having another D***n hoover after the last one because the build and material quality was awful. Made of purest cheese whizz, never mind cheese.
Somehow, while hoovering, I managed to rip a double electric socket out of the wall. :facepalm:
Aye, but you'll be an expert in these things by now...
Once I'd regained sensation in my hand, I confirmed everything now worked, and spent some quality time reverse-engineering the comms (with the benefit of an isolated power supply). The fan is now reassembled, with all screws accounted for, and programming an ESP to man-in-the-middle the communications is now left as a project for Future Kim, when normal karma and divvery levels have been restored.
Many, many years ago I fixed a noisy transformer by immersing it in molten candle wax for a few minutes, taking it out and letting it cool.Somehow, while hoovering, I managed to rip a double electric socket out of the wall. :facepalm:
Aye, but you'll be an expert in these things by now...
I have a shaver sokkit in the bathroom which Mrs F. has used for her anbaric toothbrush.
So long as the thing is plugged in, the transformer is live.
And it hums. Loudly.
The backing-box is cut into the plasterboard in the normal way, but it acts as a sounding-board.
I need to find a way to dampen this.
Stiffening behind the PB would be best, with a dwang or two, but not easily accessible.
I might try some sorbothane or similar shim between the faceplate and the PB.
Hmm. mmmmmmm. mmmmmmm.
Bluewater or Bromley are your nearest, I guess.
The Fruity people normally just know if you bought the phone from them (plus what you had breakfast and where you were last Tuesday etc.)
Weekend here in Muscat. Not much to do. I decided to venture down to the tiny hotel beach for a look. Took my footwear off for a paddle in the sea, said 'hello fishies'.In the event that you get a chance to have a 'shoof', the mountains about 50km S of Muscat are geologically very unusual. The rocks are greenish in colour and were once part of the earth's mantle. They were thrust up above what is now sea level as part of an obduction process - the reverse of subduction, where the sea flor is pushed down below a land mass. In Oman, the reverse happened, the sea floor was pushed up above the land mass. V unusual. You can see a section through the sea floor crust which is never normally seen.
Got out, the sand was like lava. My feets are a bit tender now.
Weekend here in Muscat. Not much to do.
"Grandad's fallen off his bike"
My fast access bikes are (1) the hack bike, currently with a flat tyre (2) A perfectly sensible single speed folder with flat pedals so why oh why oh why, when it came to going out for a "bike ride" with mini Ham (3, who has lost the stabilisers but not yet got brakes) which consists of riding round in circles on the Wanstead Flats (an open space by my home), trying to avoid him and letting him win the "race" did I chose option (3) my titanium commuter with SPD, and THEN compound the issue by putting on those old shoes where I KNEW that there was a cleat/pedal interface issue. Other cleated shoes would have been fine, any other trainer would have been fine.
Two (count 'em, two) clipless moments, much to the hilarity of all (actually Mini Ham was quite concerned: "Grandad's fallen off his bike")
So now I have an extra aubergine. I just horse them both in and all is well.
Do I know anyone locally with a set of heavy-duty bolt croppers?Where is local? I have a pair of bolt croppers after some anonymous scrote dumped them, and a bike, outside our block. The magic of Facebook got the bike back to its owner but I felt the previous possessor of the croppers would be better off without them.
Read the wrong figure off my credit card statement. Just paid Horseybank the thick end of £1700 rather than the £4.69 I actually owed them this month :facepalm:
Still, there’s more than £1800's worth of transactions to go on next month's bill so it ent worth making a song and dance over.
Must remember that the screw for the 6-bolt disc hubs are T25, not T20 which turns the heads to cheese. Luckily I had a spare and managed to get the damaged one back out. Time to note this on the label on the bag containing my 4 remaining spares I think.And order some more spares?
Getting on bike yesterday, swung my leg over and skinned my knee on the rack I'd forgotten was there.
Try putting your glasses on, you idiot, then you won’t need to spend 10 minutes wondering why a USB-C plug won’t fit in a Micro USB socket.
I put on a clean Trespass top for my ride to work this morning, stopped off at Mum's as usual. "What you done to your shirt?" she asks. Said garment was oddly puckered on the front. I un-puckered it to find a horrid sticky circle on the fabric, and realised that I had washed it with one of those temporary badge stickers on it ::-)
Getting on bike yesterday, swung my leg over and skinned my knee on the rack I'd forgotten was there.
Ah.
On long events, I often get to the point where I loose the strength and flexibility to lift my leg over the rack and bag, and have some comedy moments.
I increasingly need to tip the bike over towards me to let me get on.
I've seen some riders get on by swinging a leg over the handlebars from the front, but I've not been brave enough to try that.
...One was emptying the water that had drained out when the trap was removed back into the sink before I'd refitted the trap
The other in a similar vein was washing hands mid job with trap still unfitted
Unfortunately having to put the wife in here again
They've gone away on holiday, she decided to take manual toothbrushes so didn't have to worry about charging our leccy ones. The leccy brushes are in the bathroom.....Unfortunately she has packed the charger and taken it with her, and taken my manual toothbrush. Working my way through thr charge in all the brushes here by swapping my head onto them
Unfortunately having to put the wife in here again
They've gone away on holiday, she decided to take manual toothbrushes so didn't have to worry about charging our leccy ones. The leccy brushes are in the bathroom.....Unfortunately she has packed the charger and taken it with her, and taken my manual toothbrush. Working my way through thr charge in all the brushes here by swapping my head onto them
Unfortunately having to put the wife in here again
They've gone away on holiday, she decided to take manual toothbrushes so didn't have to worry about charging our leccy ones. The leccy brushes are in the bathroom.....Unfortunately she has packed the charger and taken it with her, and taken my manual toothbrush. Working my way through thr charge in all the brushes here by swapping my head onto them
Thr wife is here by removed and I am added, turns out she'd just tidied the charger into the cupboard
Let me see, do I still have my platinum diamond encrusted membership card for this thread? Why, yes, I do. Step aside, amateurs.
I am at the tail end of works at Miss Ham's house; they have moved out of ours (huzzah! huzzah! it's only been sixyearsmonths) and decoration and finish remains.
I have been putting up dado and picture rail (also, faux paneling), including to an external 90 bend. All was going well, I was, indeed quite pleased with the last bend I had to do (picture rail). All that remained was to fill the gaps with wood filler. I passed the tube of wood filler to someone who was helping strip the old paint to be opened with a chisel he had in his hand, which he did. I lovingly applied it to the bend, a fairly tedious process. Here it is
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A couple of hours later and it was not yet sandable. I wondered why, and wondered. Then I saw that the surface was somewhat shiny. Then I picked up the tube of wood filler and nothing had been squeezed out. Then I realised I had filled the bend with grab adhesive. :facepalm:
Cue much fun hoiking the adhesive out, without snapping any of the wood, cleaning up as best I could and reapplying wood filler. How the holy **** had I managed that?
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Really? I thought they moved in there ages ago? Or is this another new house?I see you've been paying attention. They moved in, then out again to us while they have had the rear of the house demolished and an extension built.
. . . on a serious note, the curve in picture rail looks brilliant.
A week ago, irritatedly ignore email reminder to change my work password.
Take a few days off while family visit.
Try to log into computer this morning. Try, try again.
What was the expiry date for my password? Oh, 2 days ago . . .
A week ago, irritatedly ignore email reminder to change my work password.
Take a few days off while family visit.
Try to log into computer this morning. Try, try again.
What was the expiry date for my password? Oh, 2 days ago . . .
You're lucky, we don't get reminders, they just expire. Usually about a minute before the presentation is due to begin
This unit would love to know how you work out which bits of the wall are the right places to attach the picture rail to (nail it in), and thus avoid divvery and picture rail falling off said wall as soon as a picture is hung off it.I think I'd be screwing the picture rail to the wall using screws and rawl plugs of some sort rather than nails.
90 day password cycle, min 12 alpha with special char.
Doesn't result in difficult-to-remember passwords, oh no, never.
Mr Larrington fails to note the presence of the kerb 'twixt the two bits of the path. He falls off. Ankle, knee, elbow, dignity. The latter due to having one shoe pull out of the pedal and the accompanying foot out of the shoe while the other remaining firmly attached to a burning bike. The knee is going to be very hurty by tea-time :(
90 day password cycle, min 12 alpha with special char.
Doesn't result in difficult-to-remember passwords, oh no, never.
Whoever invented that policy should put themselves forward for this thread.
...min 12 alpha with special char.The rules for our passwords changed at some point in the last week or so. Nooo, they didn't make them any more sensible, quite the reverse. Now you'd think a change like this would be announced LOUDLY to all and sundry, wouldn't you? Was it? Of course it wasn't, leopards may come into it when discussing the visibility and accessibility of the announcement. Cue much hilarity and gaiety as well as a great many guffaws to boot as people found they couldn't set valid passwords as their current ones expired. Why I've never know so much joviality in one place. Quite lifted one's spirits.
90 day password cycle, min 12 alpha with special char.
Doesn't result in difficult-to-remember passwords, oh no, never.
Whoever invented that policy should put themselves forward for this thread.
I suspect they are also the person who came up with the 30-day auto-delete emails policy.
That results in constant; Email thread discusses issue X. Three months later, customer mentions issue X again. Product manager dashes around, saying we must resolve issue X; said issue was explained to be a non-issue in (now deleted) email thread.
*wince*
That's worse than accidentally sewing your sewing to the clothes you're wearing...
90 day password cycle, min 12 alpha with special char.
Doesn't result in difficult-to-remember passwords, oh no, never.
Whoever invented that policy should put themselves forward for this thread.
I suspect they are also the person who came up with the 30-day auto-delete emails policy.
That results in constant; Email thread discusses issue X. Three months later, customer mentions issue X again. Product manager dashes around, saying we must resolve issue X; said issue was explained to be a non-issue in (now deleted) email thread.
That (in a business concept) is fucking insane.
I've got emails stored back for 20years, and yes, I still occasionally need to search for some of them.
Our IT wanted to claw back some space on the server, the upshot of which is that we now have no record whatsoever of what we did between 2014 and 2017.90 day password cycle, min 12 alpha with special char.
Doesn't result in difficult-to-remember passwords, oh no, never.
Whoever invented that policy should put themselves forward for this thread.
I suspect they are also the person who came up with the 30-day auto-delete emails policy.
That results in constant; Email thread discusses issue X. Three months later, customer mentions issue X again. Product manager dashes around, saying we must resolve issue X; said issue was explained to be a non-issue in (now deleted) email thread.
That (in a business concept) is fucking insane.
I've got emails stored back for 20years, and yes, I still occasionally need to search for some of them.
I have a regular rant with our IT department about this, that goes along the lines of
I don't need instructions as to how to delete emails which are larger than 1mb, I know how to do it, but I am not going to, because those emails are part of a conversation about customer artwork which I need to refer back to at some unknown date in the future. Just sort out more server space to store them. If we haven't got enough space, that's your problem not mine.
I suspect they are also the person who came up with the 30-day auto-delete emails policy.
That results in constant; Email thread discusses issue X. Three months later, customer mentions issue X again. Product manager dashes around, saying we must resolve issue X; said issue was explained to be a non-issue in (now deleted) email thread.
That (in a business concept) is fucking insane.
I've got emails stored back for 20years, and yes, I still occasionally need to search for some of them.
Is keeping old emails in your inbox really the best filing system for stuff that needs to be saved anyway?Best? No. Of course not. But it is the easiest.
Talking of hearing people and given this is the Div thread I thought I might mention it hear1. I’m being hassled to wear my aids a quantity of MOAR at home because Dr Beardy is getting fed up of having to repeat everything three times.
That's on a par with the KY Jelly/Deep Heat selection error ;D ;D
. . . on a serious note, the curve in picture rail looks brilliant.
Plasticizers can migrate. Imperfectly-stabilised plastics change their properties over time. Increased temperatures increase the rate of chemical reactions (usually double for every 10 degrees higher). Some chemical processes have an energy/ temperature threshold. All of this sort of polymer knowledge is well beyond my understanding, so I could be very wrong.
I placed my tilly hat into the straps on the outside of my backpack but didn't tighten the elastic. On backtracking there was no sight of it so now I have to hope it is handed in to lost property.
Now I wait with it in the oven.
J
I went swimming before work and forgot to take a bra.
Yes I know bras aren't compulsory and women shouldn't feel they have to wear them but I'm a big woman and I'm not comfortable in a work environment without
Almost too mundane for here, but exactly HOW many years have I been baking bread ? (ans: very lots). I bake 2 x 750g of flour big loaves at least once a week. How in the name of the sainted Delia did I manage to leave out the salt?Age! It’s a sign. You’re getting old. :demon:
Almost too mundane for here, but exactly HOW many years have I been baking bread ? (ans: very lots). I bake 2 x 750g of flour big loaves at least once a week. How in the name of the sainted Delia did I manage to leave out the salt?Age! It’s a sign. You’re getting old. :demon:
Almost too mundane for here, but exactly HOW many years have I been baking bread ? (ans: very lots). I bake 2 x 750g of flour big loaves at least once a week. How in the name of the sainted Delia did I manage to leave out the salt?Age! It’s a sign. You’re getting old. :demon:
No, you don't have to be old. My son once made macaroni cheese, but forgot the macaroni.
I placed my tilly hat into the straps on the outside of my backpack but didn't tighten the elastic. On backtracking there was no sight of it so now I have to hope it is handed in to lost property.
Hopefully it will appear, I had a stroke of luck last week when the trio following me on the KAW picked up my errant coffee mug and handed it back to me at the pub we were all staying at.
A full tube of tomato paste dropped out of the fridge as I opened the door. Instinctive reaction was to stop it hitting the deck with my (bare) foot. Ouch.
Oh dear, ED, please tell us you had forgotten it at a wayside coffee stop, not that you were danglemugging. :DI placed my tilly hat into the straps on the outside of my backpack but didn't tighten the elastic. On backtracking there was no sight of it so now I have to hope it is handed in to lost property.
Hopefully it will appear, I had a stroke of luck last week when the trio following me on the KAW picked up my errant coffee mug and handed it back to me at the pub we were all staying at.
Owwwwww!A full tube of tomato paste dropped out of the fridge as I opened the door. Instinctive reaction was to stop it hitting the deck with my (bare) foot. Ouch.
At least it wasn't salad cream (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Beasant#:~:text=During%20the%201993%E2%80%9394%20season%20Beasant%20sustained%20an%20unusual,result%2C%20he%20missed%20eight%20weeks%20of%20the%20season.)
Oh dear, ED, please tell us you had forgotten it at a wayside coffee stop, not that you were danglemugging. :DI placed my tilly hat into the straps on the outside of my backpack but didn't tighten the elastic. On backtracking there was no sight of it so now I have to hope it is handed in to lost property.
Hopefully it will appear, I had a stroke of luck last week when the trio following me on the KAW picked up my errant coffee mug and handed it back to me at the pub we were all staying at.
Okay, totally serious question: Don't you find the mug gets muddy or dusty, depending on weather and terrain? Also, doesn't it "clink" as it dangles and comes into contact with luggage. bits of bike frame, or whatever?Oh dear, ED, please tell us you had forgotten it at a wayside coffee stop, not that you were danglemugging. :DI placed my tilly hat into the straps on the outside of my backpack but didn't tighten the elastic. On backtracking there was no sight of it so now I have to hope it is handed in to lost property.
Hopefully it will appear, I had a stroke of luck last week when the trio following me on the KAW picked up my errant coffee mug and handed it back to me at the pub we were all staying at.
I was on tour, of course I was danglemugging :D
Got varnish onto exactly the wrong bit of my shorts.Is there a right bit ?
Okay, totally serious question: Don't you find the mug gets muddy or dusty, depending on weather and terrain? Also, doesn't it "clink" as it dangles and comes into contact with luggage. bits of bike frame, or whatever?
Got varnish onto exactly the wrong bit of my shorts.
Normally only the ‘right’ bit of his shorts apparentlyGot varnish onto exactly the wrong bit of my shorts.
You varnish your shorts?
Laquer on the knackers is best avoided.Normally only the ‘right’ bit of his shorts apparentlyGot varnish onto exactly the wrong bit of my shorts.
You varnish your shorts?
Laquer on the knackers is best avoided.Normally only the ‘right’ bit of his shorts apparentlyGot varnish onto exactly the wrong bit of my shorts.
You varnish your shorts?
Just did that thing again where my spidey sense belatedly alerted me to a crime in progress ("Hang on - is that the sound of a power drill punctuating that car alarm?"), and proceeded to watch like an idiot without the aid of a) my glasses or b) a camera.
From the conversation I overheard afterwards, it sounds like a passerby got a registration number, which is a lot more useful than the "They went thattaway" that I could contribute.
Got varnish onto exactly the wrong bit of my shorts.Is there a right bit ?
Almost too mundane for here, but exactly HOW many years have I been baking bread ? (ans: very lots). I bake 2 x 750g of flour big loaves at least once a week. How in the name of the sainted Delia did I manage to leave out the salt?I forgot the egg in a bara brith once, couldn't figure out why it was taking so long for the skewer to come out clean. By the time I gave up it was roughly the same shade on top as good Welsh coal and could have been given as a prize at Paris Roubaix.
Almost too mundane for here, but exactly HOW many years have I been baking bread ? (ans: very lots). I bake 2 x 750g of flour big loaves at least once a week. How in the name of the sainted Delia did I manage to leave out the salt?
Measured the diameter of a thistle in our garden
Measured the diameter of a thistle in our garden
That demands an explanation!
Measured the diameter of a thistle in our garden
That demands an explanation!
That is good to know as I've been pondering whether it would be possible to put one of those pully clothes drying things in the understair cupboard. Possibly not then...
Anything with 'boat' in the product description automatically qualifies the seller to double the price (at least).
Anything with 'boat' in the product description automatically qualifies the seller to double the price (at least).
I once read that a boat was a wooden shape in the water, into which one poured money.
Realised about halfway to the station that I'd left my glasses at home this morning. Aaarrrrgghh!!
To compound the annoyance, the train was delayed so I probably would have had time to go home and pick them up. >:(
I have a pair that live at work permanently. Which was all very well until the first lockdown, when I broke the ones I have at home. At that time work was a six train return ride from home to work and back again. Or an £80.00 mini cab ride >:(Realised about halfway to the station that I'd left my glasses at home this morning. Aaarrrrgghh!!
To compound the annoyance, the train was delayed so I probably would have had time to go home and pick them up. >:(
I have a collection of pound shop ones in my bag as I would not be able to work without some glasses. - They're not very good, but they will do in pinch.
My daily 'breakfast' is a protein shake comprising milk, protein powder and bananas.
We're out of bananas. I thought I'd use some frozen mango chunks we have in the freezer.
It tastes rank. It was butternut squash.
Once I'd cleaned my breakfast off my keyboard (thanks, fboab), I want to nominate Every Single Person (all highly paid and 'presumably' intelligent engineers) who replied All to an email to the entire company.
FFS
My daily 'breakfast' is a protein shake comprising milk, protein powder and bananas.
We're out of bananas. I thought I'd use some frozen mango chunks we have in the freezer.
It tastes rank. It was butternut squash.
While I realise one shouldn't laugh at another's misfortune that just made me laugh out loud
Once I'd cleaned my breakfast off my keyboard (thanks, fboab), I want to nominate Every Single Person (all highly paid and 'presumably' intelligent engineers) who replied All to an email to the entire company.
FFS
Presumably followed by a flurry of emails to everyone saying please don't use reply all? A similar cascade actually brought the email system to a grinding halt at a place I used to work. And for once I wasn't involved
Once I'd cleaned my breakfast off my keyboard (thanks, fboab), I want to nominate Every Single Person (all highly paid and 'presumably' intelligent engineers) who replied All to an email to the entire company.
FFS
Presumably followed by a flurry of emails to everyone saying please don't use reply all? A similar cascade actually brought the email system to a grinding halt at a place I used to work. And for once I wasn't involved
Immoralized aboard my last mothership as #reutersreplyallgate
Once I'd cleaned my breakfast off my keyboard (thanks, fboab), I want to nominate Every Single Person (all highly paid and 'presumably' intelligent engineers) who replied All to an email to the entire company.
FFS
Presumably followed by a flurry of emails to everyone saying please don't use reply all? A similar cascade actually brought the email system to a grinding halt at a place I used to work. And for once I wasn't involved
Immoralized aboard my last mothership as #reutersreplyallgate
The same incident I believe. I mean it could only happen once couldn’t it?
Once I'd cleaned my breakfast off my keyboard (thanks, fboab), I want to nominate Every Single Person (all highly paid and 'presumably' intelligent engineers) who replied All to an email to the entire company.
FFS
Presumably followed by a flurry of emails to everyone saying please don't use reply all? A similar cascade actually brought the email system to a grinding halt at a place I used to work. And for once I wasn't involved
Immoralized aboard my last mothership as #reutersreplyallgate
The same incident I believe. I mean it could only happen once couldn’t it?
I pretty sure it probably did, but that one was epic, especially when 'more senior' people piled on telling everyone to stop. I got popcorn to watch it unfold. I believe they had to ban people talking about it on social media.
Once I'd cleaned my breakfast off my keyboard (thanks, fboab), I want to nominate Every Single Person (all highly paid and 'presumably' intelligent engineers) who replied All to an email to the entire company.
FFS
Presumably followed by a flurry of emails to everyone saying please don't use reply all? A similar cascade actually brought the email system to a grinding halt at a place I used to work. And for once I wasn't involved
Immoralized aboard my last mothership as #reutersreplyallgate
The same incident I believe. I mean it could only happen once couldn’t it?
I pretty sure it probably did, but that one was epic, especially when 'more senior' people piled on telling everyone to stop. I got popcorn to watch it unfold. I believe they had to ban people talking about it on social media.
Here it is https://www.cbsnews.com/news/reply-all-email-catastrophe-hits-thomson-reuters/ (https://www.cbsnews.com/news/reply-all-email-catastrophe-hits-thomson-reuters/)
I’m not Vince and neither is my wife
I started working for MAID in 1997 and ended up (not) working for Thomson, having also worked for Dialog in the middle. All without changing jobs.
I started working for MAID in 1997 and ended up (not) working for Thomson, having also worked for Dialog in the middle. All without changing jobs.
Ah - with Dan Wagner . . . I recollect meeting him sometime in the MAID or Dialog days when he turned up wearing a bizarre waistcoat printed with a cartoon picture of a penguin. WTF?
Fitting new tyres to the staff transport (a.k.a. our cleaning lady's bike) I let down the tube by removing the Schraeder valve core . . . . fitted new tyre and refitted tube, applied pump to seat tyre etc - remove pump head with large gust of air . . . WTF - ah, replacing the valve core would have been a good idea ::-)
It got worse, second tyre fitted but the tube must have been trapped by the tyre bead resulting in a bit of a bang . . . . I didn't have any 6" long patches to repair the split in the tube :(
Fitting new tyres to the staff transport (a.k.a. our cleaning lady's bike) I let down the tube by removing the Schraeder valve core . . . . fitted new tyre and refitted tube, applied pump to seat tyre etc - remove pump head with large gust of air . . . WTF - ah, replacing the valve core would have been a good idea ::-)
It got worse, second tyre fitted but the tube must have been trapped by the tyre bead resulting in a bit of a bang . . . . I didn't have any 6" long patches to repair the split in the tube :(
You any good at cleaning?
Forgot to put the paddle in the breadmaker when I set it up last night. No nice warm loaf for breakfast then . :(But did you put the yeast in?
A repetitive series of easily remembered numbers is likely to be a taxi or similar business. Probably you could try the same number preceded by almost any area code and get a taxi...
I recommend none of them (honestly, the local taxis are so awful that I have on occasion chosen to walk the five miles home in the rain rather than use any of them).
Two other elements of my FDery were that on my initial misdialling, they didn't answer "AA Carz" but "Castle Cars".
Good job Birmingham doesn't have a Wellington Crescent (if google maps is to be believed) or the could have turned up there wanting to take someone to a train station in Yorkshire!Two other elements of my FDery were that on my initial misdialling, they didn't answer "AA Carz" but "Castle Cars".
Castle Cars are responsible for altogether too much standing in the cold muttering darkly about not having a Brompton handy. Obviously I should have got someone in Yorkshire to call them.
They also do a good line in reflexively dispatching taxis to their *other*TypetalkTextrelayRelay UK user.
Further rants about Birmingham taxi firms can be provided by barakta, who has to deal with the worst of them [That'll be TOA then - Ed] in her professional capacity.
No, you div, no matter how long and hard you press the “Mute” button on that remote control* the amplifier will still not switch on :facepalm:
* Yes, it IS the right remote.
I exchanged my photo licence without having to do the first aid course, but that was before Brexit. Not that this helps your stepson!
I exchanged my photo licence without having to do the first aid course, but that was before Brexit. Not that this helps your stepson!
Could he use your address to renew the Uk licence - that’s what most expats used to do.
His UK photo licence, that he could have exchanged for a German one within his first 6 months in Germany, for the princely sum of €40 (plus attending a first aid course) has expired. And guess what, you can’t renew it unless you’re a resident in the UK. And have to provide the addresses you’ve lived at for t the last 3 years. ::-) So now he’s stuck x hoping to be able to use his paper licence to hire a car.
When I did it the first-aid course was only one day. It'd probably be easier to do it and have everything in Ordnung than faff about with other people's addresses etc.
When I did it the first-aid course was only one day. It'd probably be easier to do it and have everything in Ordnung than faff about with other people's addresses etc.
The issue being, if you're not UK resident, you can't renew your UK licence - hence the need for a UK address for the last 3 years.
When I did it the first-aid course was only one day. It'd probably be easier to do it and have everything in Ordnung than faff about with other people's addresses etc.
The issue being, if you're not UK resident, you can't renew your UK licence - hence the need for a UK address for the last 3 years.
Ah. UK licences expire, then. Ours are for life.
When I did it the first-aid course was only one day. It'd probably be easier to do it and have everything in Ordnung than faff about with other people's addresses etc.
The issue being, if you're not UK resident, you can't renew your UK licence - hence the need for a UK address for the last 3 years.
Ah. UK licences expire, then. Ours are for life.
Yep, Photocard ones expire every 10 years until you pass 70, then I think it's every 3. From what I googled it seems German ones are valid for 15 years. Does France not have renewable photocard licences then?
France does have Carte d'identité, I'm curious to know if they are now plastic, so depriving hordes of traders of the plastification that was a common feature of any market
Well that was embarrassing.
I just collapsed in a heap in the pub. :-[
Nothing to do the pint I was consuming, honest.
I'd been sitting with my legs crossed and a wallet full of coins in my back pocket. Jumped up look at something someone wanted to show me on their phone and only realised my leg had gone completely dead as I toppled over.
Much hilarity ensued, along with all the expected comments.
In a rush earlier on in the week, I failed to heed the saying “measure twice, cut once”. I also must have been half asleep. Result, the spare spokes that I bought to allow me to replace the two broken ones on my gravel bike are exactly 10mm short! :facepalm:so in fact, you measured once and cut twice? ;D
Perhaps people falling over in pubs is not totally unknown. :-DI once demonstrated a parachute landing roll while in a pub, without bothering to get up from the stool I was sitting on. The lady I was performing this demonstration for, was not it turned out, at all impressed with my manly manness. women still remain a mystery to me :facepalm:
please do, i have no issue with veggie food, quite like it a lot of the time and have definitely cut back on meat in the last few years.
Just please, please do not call things like this https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices (https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices) "vegetarian bacon" it's either bacon or it isn't >:(
Just please, please do not call things like this https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices (https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices) "vegetarian bacon" it's either bacon or it isn't >:(
What's your stance on peanut butter?
Just please, please do not call things like this https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices (https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices) "vegetarian bacon" it's either bacon or it isn't >:(
What's your stance on peanut butter?
Well, at least it's made from peanuts. If vegetarian bacon was made from vegetarians that would be an entirely different matter.
Just please, please do not call things like this https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices (https://www.quorn.co.uk/products/bacon-style-slices) "vegetarian bacon" it's either bacon or it isn't >:(
What's your stance on peanut butter?
Well, at least it's made from peanuts. If vegetarian bacon was made from vegetarians that would be an entirely different matter.
Have to be vegetarian pigs. Otherwise it would be as daft as "turkey bacon".
Infidel bacon, as my not-very-observant Muslim colleague used to call porcine bacon.
I tried some veggie charcuterie the other day and it was OK. Veggie merguez, though, are vile.
As was the real bacon I tried to fry two nights back. Instead of providing its own fat it provided lots of water and boiled itself. :sick:
Well, what an interesting morning! I'm usually pretty good at meeting deadlines (apart from anything else, I tend not to take on jobs if I don't think I have enough time) and on the occasions when I know I'm going to be late, I like to keep people informed. They always forgive an overrun, I find, whereas if you don't say in advance, they don't. But I've never before had to write an email saying, "Sorry this job will be late, but my flat's on fire"!
ETA Delighted to hear that your drum isn't toast, Cudzo.I don't think I understand it myself. :-[
A FOREIGN would probably never understand the last sentence
Drum and bass - place.
All is revealed - https://www.cockneyrhymingslang.co.uk/slang/drum_and_bass#:~:text=Drum%20and%20Bass%20is%20Cockney%20slang%20for%20Place.&text=The%20word%20drum%20was%20originally,to%20only%20mean%20the%20home.Every day is a school day.
Every day is indeed a school day. It's almost – but really not – worth starting a kitchen fire to learn this.
I'm now wondering if 'drom' for 'road' could have given rise to 'drum up' for making tea on the road?
Every day is indeed a school day. It's almost – but really not – worth starting a kitchen fire to learn this.
I'm now wondering if 'drom' for 'road' could have given rise to 'drum up' for making tea on the road?
Moreover, another source claims it originated with the Romani word “drom”, meaning “road”...
Quote from: Mr LarringtonMoreover, another source claims it originated with the Romani word “drom”, meaning “road”...
One wonders if drom was borrowed from, ο δρόμος
I suspect I may spend some time this evening at minor injuries.Unless you have reduced blood flow or any nerve damage the treatment is "take care with it". You can self diagnose.
I suspect I may spend some time this evening at minor injuries.Unless you have reduced blood flow or any nerve damage the treatment is "take care with it". You can self diagnose.
Or if both derived from a common root.Quote from: Mr LarringtonMoreover, another source claims it originated with the Romani word “drom”, meaning “road”...
One wonders if drom was borrowed from, ο δρόμος
So I decide I need a waterproof cover for a rucksack, and while I'm at it it might as well be hi-vis/reflective. Turns out everywhere is sold out of such things. Anyway I'm looking on the Decathlon website and spot that they do hi-vis and reflective strips to go round your rucksack. So I have bought one of those, but that of course is not waterproof and I still need something to keep the rain out... :facepalm:
Waterproof rucksack covers are, on the other hand, just the thing to keep rain and bird shit off your recumbent seat while it's parked outdoors...
So I decide I need a waterproof cover for a rucksack, and while I'm at it it might as well be hi-vis/reflective. Turns out everywhere is sold out of such things. Anyway I'm looking on the Decathlon website and spot that they do hi-vis and reflective strips to go round your rucksack. So I have bought one of those, but that of course is not waterproof and I still need something to keep the rain out... :facepalm:
Unless you care particularly about the fabric of your rucksack itself becoming waterlogged, line it. Waterproof covers can be quite effective, but rain can trickle and seep round the edges. What it can't do is penetrate a rolled-down poly bag inside a fastened rucksack.
If you're feeling fancy, get a lightweight drybag, maybe even one labelled "waterproof rucksack liner". But lining is key. Unless the sogginess of a saturated rucksack really matters, line it. And even then, you can get some hefty DWR onto it to keep the worst of the waterlogging at bay.
Motorcycle-commutes to an outdoor-shop-managing job through Snowdonia winters have thought me a thing or two about how waterproof anything really is.
As a hardened hillwalker, mostly in Scotland, I have plenty of drybags, but think that putting everything into drybags for a 15 minutes train to office hop is overkill, while putting a waterproof cover over the rucksack will be enough for the times it does rain heavily - especially if it can do double duty by being hivis and reflective (the thread for discussing the efficacy of that kind of thing is over there ==>).So I decide I need a waterproof cover for a rucksack, and while I'm at it it might as well be hi-vis/reflective. Turns out everywhere is sold out of such things. Anyway I'm looking on the Decathlon website and spot that they do hi-vis and reflective strips to go round your rucksack. So I have bought one of those, but that of course is not waterproof and I still need something to keep the rain out... :facepalm:
Unless you care particularly about the fabric of your rucksack itself becoming waterlogged, line it. Waterproof covers can be quite effective, but rain can trickle and seep round the edges. What it can't do is penetrate a rolled-down poly bag inside a fastened rucksack.
If you're feeling fancy, get a lightweight drybag, maybe even one labelled "waterproof rucksack liner". But lining is key. Unless the sogginess of a saturated rucksack really matters, line it. And even then, you can get some hefty DWR onto it to keep the worst of the waterlogging at bay.
Motorcycle-commutes to an outdoor-shop-managing job through Snowdonia winters have thought me a thing or two about how waterproof anything really is.
As a hardened hillwalker, mostly in Scotland, I have plenty of drybags, but think that putting everything into drybags for a 15 minutes train to office hop is overkill, while putting a waterproof cover over the rucksack will be enough for the times it does rain heavily - especially if it can do double duty by being hivis and reflective (the thread for discussing the efficacy of that kind of thing is over there ==>).So I decide I need a waterproof cover for a rucksack, and while I'm at it it might as well be hi-vis/reflective. Turns out everywhere is sold out of such things. Anyway I'm looking on the Decathlon website and spot that they do hi-vis and reflective strips to go round your rucksack. So I have bought one of those, but that of course is not waterproof and I still need something to keep the rain out... :facepalm:
Unless you care particularly about the fabric of your rucksack itself becoming waterlogged, line it. Waterproof covers can be quite effective, but rain can trickle and seep round the edges. What it can't do is penetrate a rolled-down poly bag inside a fastened rucksack.
If you're feeling fancy, get a lightweight drybag, maybe even one labelled "waterproof rucksack liner". But lining is key. Unless the sogginess of a saturated rucksack really matters, line it. And even then, you can get some hefty DWR onto it to keep the worst of the waterlogging at bay.
Motorcycle-commutes to an outdoor-shop-managing job through Snowdonia winters have thought me a thing or two about how waterproof anything really is.
Generally, if you think you've been over-charged, a chat with the bar manager usually nets a refund, especially if it's clearly an errant transaction.Shame the bar is in Sheffield and I'm now back in Somerset. :-\
Picked up my rucksack/ laptop bag off the spare chair to come home.
What's that brown mark on the chair? Why is it wet?
Looks at bottom of rucksack. It looks like it's shat itself.
Opens rucksack, pulls out liquid banana.
Dunno when I put that in there.
She was plantain a trap!Picked up my rucksack/ laptop bag off the spare chair to come home.
What's that brown mark on the chair? Why is it wet?
Looks at bottom of rucksack. It looks like it's shat itself.
Opens rucksack, pulls out liquid banana.
Dunno when I put that in there.
Barakta tried to do that once. Fortunately I can smell a bananananana at 20 paces, even in the solid phase.
Picked up my rucksack/ laptop bag off the spare chair to come home.
What's that brown mark on the chair? Why is it wet?
Looks at bottom of rucksack. It looks like it's shat itself.
Opens rucksack, pulls out liquid banana.
Dunno when I put that in there.
Picked up my rucksack/ laptop bag off the spare chair to come home.
What's that brown mark on the chair? Why is it wet?
Looks at bottom of rucksack. It looks like it's shat itself.
Opens rucksack, pulls out liquid banana.
Dunno when I put that in there.
That reminds me of something...
Banana energy caramel (tested recipe)
Simple & delicious, this delightful confection will galvanize your long-distance escapades.
Ingredients:
1 banana
4 measures of energy-drink powder (maltodextrin, fructose, what-have-you)
Utensils:
1 saddlebag
1 bike lock with key sticking out (important)
1 well-aged freezer bag
Décor
1 box tyre patches
1 baseball cap
1 CO2 pump
1 roll of black tape
Procedure:
1. Put the drink powder in the well-aged freezer bag. Put this with the other ingredients, utensils & décor in the saddlebag.
2. Put the bag on the bike.
3. Ride.
4. Every 50k, leave the bike standing in the sun for 15 minutes
5. Every 100k, ditto for one hour.
6. Go home. Take bag off bike & toss in cupboard.
If this works as well for you as it did for me, the next time you open the bag you will find that:
1. The well-aged freezer bag has ruptured;
2. The key has penetrated the banana
3. The banana has been macerated by vibration & bumps
4. The resulting mousse has mixed intimately with the energy-drink powder
5. Heat and evaporation have hardened the mixture into caramel, but not before it covered every other article in proximity (the décor)
6. The well-aged freezer bag is stuck firmly to the bottom of the bag, and in wrenching it loose it tears wide open and powders everything else.
If you're lucky, you'll discover all this before your next ride. If not, at 100k from home.
Bon appétit!
You are Nigella Lawson AICMFP.Can’t be Nigella as there’s no creeping downstairs in one’s negligee in the middle of the night.
You are Nigella Lawson AICMFP.Can’t be Nigella as there’s no creeping downstairs in one’s negligee in the middle of the night.
About 5 weeks ago I was doing some work in my parents house. Afterwards , as a precaution I popped into their loft to see if there was any sign or smell of rats, after a visitation a while back. I was happy to find nothing.In our family, any comment of bill would be reciprocated with comment that you’d knock it off the labour charges. ;D
Apparently though, I left the lights on..... They are probably working out a bill for me... :facepalm:
About 5 weeks ago I was doing some work in my parents house. Afterwards , as a precaution I popped into their loft to see if there was any sign or smell of rats, after a visitation a while back. I was happy to find nothing.
Apparently though, I left the lights on..... They are probably working out a bill for me... :facepalm:
Maybe you'll discover some new flavour combos for Starbucks.
I see someone has started a thread on how to avoid getting locked out of your home.Choice :thumbsup:
Here’s a good tip: leave your back door wide open and you’ll never have any trouble getting back in.
:facepalm:
I see someone has started a thread on how to avoid getting locked out of your home.
Here’s a good tip: leave your back door wide open and you’ll never have any trouble getting back in.
:facepalm:
We've occasionally returned from shopping to find the key still in the lock, on the outside.
Well I know my house, and the dehumidifier's plastic tank used to fill up regularly when house
Don't think having new DG units has much bearing on humidity. You could always buy a cheap RH meter (Shelly H&T), or some even cheaper Chinese tat off Amazon).
We have had issues in the past where our desiccant dehumidifier stopped working (the air coming out the front of it was no longer warm), same observations.
...Not sure what I'd use a RH meter for (as I don't know what it is)...
Eexactly. Cold air holds less moisture than warm air (hence relative humidity). When the weather gets cold, the outdoor air is heated more to reach the same indoor temperature, but the total amount of moisture remains the same, so the relative humidity drops.
I was told by my piano salesman that I needed to keep the humidity level in the piano room at at least 50% for the purposes of the 5 year guarantee. During the recent, and other, cold snaps it's been as low as 40%, but I have a humidifier in there for such eventualities. It's not a big device in a room about 3.5 * 3.5 * 2.5, so a fair bit of volume. It seems to bring the level up by 3 or 4% overnight.
Fortunately, the piano is a Blüthner, which I understand to be one of the more stable makes when it comes to tuning etc. It's still in tune despite the dry, cold spell.
Eexactly. Cold air holds less moisture than warm air (hence relative humidity). When the weather gets cold, the outdoor air is heated more to reach the same indoor temperature, but the total amount of moisture remains the same, so the relative humidity drops.
And we get static shocks when we put the blanket over the parrot's cage at night.
A chum told me years ago that since the shock you feel is really your muscles contracting, if you clench your fist tightly and earth yourself through a knuckle a static shock won't jolt you. It works.
Eexactly. Cold air holds less moisture than warm air (hence relative humidity). When the weather gets cold, the outdoor air is heated more to reach the same indoor temperature, but the total amount of moisture remains the same, so the relative humidity drops.
And we get static shocks when we put the blanket over the parrot's cage at night.
A chum told me years ago that since the shock you feel is really your muscles contracting, if you clench your fist tightly and earth yourself through a knuckle a static shock won't jolt you. It works.
Not sure about the importance of muscles in that process, but knuckles (and for that matter, elbows) have a lot fewer nerve endings than the usual fingertips.
The other way to avoid a painful zap is to earth yourself through a sufficiently high resistance, to keep the current down.
Oh, electricity certainly makes muscles contract, but (ov-divvery) having had various flavours of electric shocks over the years I'd argue that it's perfectly capable of hurting without muscle involvement. Stick your thumb across the terminals of a charged capacitor if you don't believe me.
...bit of colgate tube to use as a tyre boot.
I had reason to delve in it today, where I discovered the CO2 wotsit in my case I did not have. Goodness knows how many rides I've done with it missing, fortunately without need to use it.
Me and the hospital yesterday
Booked in for a check up on my leg. Nurse says it's going fairly well but you'll need to take the meds for another couple of weeks. She sends an electronic note to the pharmacy and gives me a collection number. I trudge off to the pharmacy and wait. After some numbers after mine had been announced I went over to the serving hatch to check I was in the system. Oh says the lady it's just arrived and hands me a brown paper bag with a few boxes of the expected size in it.
Got home and looked at the bag - shit it's got the wrong name on it, ring the hospital up and they send round a taxi to collect the wrong stuff and deliver mine. Pharmacy manager rings up and is very apologetic.
I know they shouldn't have given me the wrong medicine but I'm a div for not checking the name on the label when I was handed the bag.
Me and the hospital yesterday
Booked in for a check up on my leg. Nurse says it's going fairly well but you'll need to take the meds for another couple of weeks. She sends an electronic note to the pharmacy and gives me a collection number. I trudge off to the pharmacy and wait. After some numbers after mine had been announced I went over to the serving hatch to check I was in the system. Oh says the lady it's just arrived and hands me a brown paper bag with a few boxes of the expected size in it.
Got home and looked at the bag - shit it's got the wrong name on it, ring the hospital up and they send round a taxi to collect the wrong stuff and deliver mine. Pharmacy manager rings up and is very apologetic.
I know they shouldn't have given me the wrong medicine but I'm a div for not checking the name on the label when I was handed the bag.
That's a shockingly bad screw up by the pharmacy.
Put a new blade-guide & blade on the chainsaw. Bit of a fiddly PITA but managed it. Job well done, patted self on back.
Glanced at old guide & blade. Er...
Took blade off again, put it back the right way round.
Put a new blade-guide & blade on the chainsaw. Bit of a fiddly PITA but managed it. Job well done, patted self on back.
Glanced at old guide & blade. Er...
Took blade off again, put it back the right way round.
Having done a lot they do get easier with a knack, I've also seen too many with the chain back to front when bought from DIY places and generally refused to touch them when brought into the place I worked where we sold decent ones which went out assembled and tested
Also and excuse me if telling to suck eggs but the guide bar can usually be flipped for more life/even wear
On behalf of Mr von Brandenburg: having taken possession of their new home he decided to get his driving licence updated. “Cut your old one up and send it back to us” said the Great Welsh Computer. So he did. Before realising that they need to hire a van to move all their TPsOC from the storage unit. And the van hire place won’t accept Miss von Brandenburg's licence on account of it being FOREIGN.Fish n' Chips is very good in Hastings IME.
Guess who’s going to the seaside next week ;D
Very very ouch, one of those things where you just hold the injured bit and don't speak for a while.
On behalf of Mr von Brandenburg: having taken possession of their new home he decided to get his driving licence updated. “Cut your old one up and send it back to us” said the Great Welsh Computer. So he did. Before realising that they need to hire a van to move all their TPsOC from the storage unit. And the van hire place won’t accept Miss von Brandenburg's licence on account of it being FOREIGN.
Guess who’s going to the seaside next week ;D
Advanced Divvery occurs when you really think you know what you're doing, and what's more you really should. Observe and learn.
"You MUST NOT get it wet." stated and reiterated the nurse...
First day I wore the hearing aid on a ride, congratulated myself on coping with it (the sudden ability to hear in my left lughole was quite disorientating) then after the ride, jumped in the shower.
YOU DIV!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rolled over in bed last night and went straight onto the floor.That is spectacular.
It's a double bed and I was on my own so no reason to have migrated to the edge.
Rolled over in bed last night and went straight onto the floor.That is spectacular.
It's a double bed and I was on my own so no reason to have migrated to the edge.
I think it is a symptom of gravity.Rolled over in bed last night and went straight onto the floor.That is spectacular.
It's a double bed and I was on my own so no reason to have migrated to the edge.
Rolling out of bed can be a symptom. Balance problems, or something (usually illness, medication or old age) interfering with the brain's mechanism for keeping us still during REM sleep. Something to be aware of if you find you're making a habit of it.
Rolled over in bed last night and went straight onto the floor.That is spectacular.
It's a double bed and I was on my own so no reason to have migrated to the edge.
Rolling out of bed can be a symptom. Balance problems, or something (usually illness, medication or old age) interfering with the brain's mechanism for keeping us still during REM sleep. Something to be aware of if you find you're making a habit of it.
Seriously though, our ability to (normally) stay put when asleep is impressive. Legacy of tree-dwelling apes, presumably.
As I frequently observe, the sooner someone works out how to turn the gravity down in bed the better. It would be a lot more convenient than detachable arms, which would also help.
Mine too, I find them such a nuisance!As I frequently observe, the sooner someone works out how to turn the gravity down in bed the better. It would be a lot more convenient than detachable arms, which would also help.
Detachable arms would improve my sleep comfort no end.
As I frequently observe, the sooner someone works out how to turn the gravity down in bed the better. It would be a lot more convenient than detachable arms, which would also help.
6 buttons would be an extravagance, ours has 3. I'm pretty sure that was the only option in the manual, but I CBA looking right now.
Three buttons here. Icons are plus sign, clock thing, minus.6 buttons would be an extravagance, ours has 3. I'm pretty sure that was the only option in the manual, but I CBA looking right now.
Ours likewise. I am relatively proficient at operating ours because I regularly use the inbuilt countdown timer when baking. Changing the time usually takes me three or four attempts though.
Why does your fire alarm know the time?
I haven't changed the time on the oven because I think you have to turn it off and back on again, which is stupid.
Our old oven, a posh kiwi Fisher & Paykel, which the landlord removed as part of a general refurb, had an arcane button sequence to reset the clock. The new one, a cheapo Beko, has reset automatically, so I guess it's got some internet connection somewhere. Probably it's sending a record of all our cooking back to Beijing and/or Cupertino. But the new oven is a bit crap at cooking. It also claims that if the clock is not set, it will not do any oven duties, which is pointless and stupid and crap, if true.No! Mrs Cudzo now tells me she did it. I had misunderstood her the other day. Probably she told me before breakfast...
Meanwhile the microwave (which, in contrast to the oven, is a Bosch) does not auto-reset but is easy to reset via a clock-icon situated between "start" and "stop" (which are written as words, so FOREIGNS just have to learn ENGLISH or, erm, use the oven) and a friendly round twiddly knob.
I haven't changed the time on the oven because I think you have to turn it off and back on again, which is stupid.
That was a feature of our old oven. Fortunately the new one (well, four years old now) allows you to adjust the time without turning the power off.
because the oven doesn't work until the clock is set
Just fell in the bath/shower and bruised all my ribs (assume I'd be moaning a lot more if they were broken). I'm not even old FFS. >:(
Just fell in the bath/shower and bruised all my ribs (assume I'd be moaning a lot more if they were broken). I'm not even old FFS. >:(
Oh dear. Bad luck.
I've now reached the age where I no longer 'fall over'.
Seems I now 'have a fall'.
Mr Smith's letter from the consultant described him as a 63yr old chap who had a fall.He has my sympathy.
This may have been more painful than the actual injury.
Just fell in the bath/shower and bruised all my ribs (assume I'd be moaning a lot more if they were broken). I'm not even old FFS. >:(
Oh dear. Bad luck.
I've now reached the age where I no longer 'fall over'.
Seems I now 'have a fall'.
Mr Smith's letter from the consultant described him as a 63yr old chap who had a fall.
This may have been more painful than the actual injury.
Only. Nothing. Will. Adhere. To. Greaseproof. Paper.Except. Everything. I. Bake.
Only. Nothing. Will. Adhere. To. Greaseproof. Paper.Except. Everything. I. Bake.
This is similar to "the strength of any tack weld is inversely proportional to the probability of the piece being welded being in the right place."Only. Nothing. Will. Adhere. To. Greaseproof. Paper.Except. Everything. I. Bake.
It's the inverse of PVA glue, which sticks to everything except whatever you're trying to glue.
... I appear to have screwed the pooh (TBAGO).Um, what?
Typo, But A Good One... I appear to have screwed the pooh (TBAGO).Um, what?
Typo, But A Good One... I appear to have screwed the pooh (TBAGO).Um, what?
The film? I don't think I have, but will consider.Typo, But A Good One... I appear to have screwed the pooh (TBAGO).Um, what?
And if you've never seen The Right Stuff: a) you should watch The Right Stuff (with a pinch of sodium chloride) and b) it was supposed to be "screw the pooch"
TBAGO (optionally ToBAGO) = Typo But A Good One, from uk.rec.shedsAs mentioned in the very post the Paul quoted where he said he'd googled to no avail. Possibly the right thread for such stuff...
TBAGO (optionally ToBAGO) = Typo But A Good One, from uk.rec.shedsAs mentioned in the very post the Paul quoted where he said he'd googled to no avail. Possibly the right thread for such stuff...
Nope, I’m the div from not realising that Beardy was answering my question, not commenting on the poo/pooch thing.TBAGO (optionally ToBAGO) = Typo But A Good One, from uk.rec.shedsAs mentioned in the very post the Paul quoted where he said he'd googled to no avail. Possibly the right thread for such stuff...
I'm such a feckin' div :facepalm:
Have you considered sandals? Might be safer...You want me to stab myself in the foot with a fork?
Have you considered sandals? Might be safer...You want me to stab myself in the foot with a fork?
Have you considered sandals? Might be safer...
Have you considered sandals? Might be safer...
She can't afford the scandle.
Have you considered sandals? Might be safer...
She can't afford the scandle.
Coz the vandles took the handals?
Have you considered sandals? Might be safer...
She can't afford the scandle.
Coz the vandles took the handals?
Nominating my son-in-law.Ah, that brings back a moment of extreme divness from many years ago. Do we allow historic events in this thread ?
Visited for a week and sensibly brought his bike.
Leaving Sat on the ferry, he packs car, carefully taking wheels off bike and putting frame in first. All other luggage (lots when you have a toddler) added.
We leave them at ferry port and drive home. 5 min after driving home, phone call. Wheels left behind.
Cue dash to ferry port, arriving just in time (daughter is waiting in the port car park, SiL has driven onto ferry). Daughter then runs after car, one wheel in each hand.
Nominating my son-in-law.Ah, that brings back a moment of extreme divness from many years ago. Do we allow historic events in this thread ?
Visited for a week and sensibly brought his bike.
Leaving Sat on the ferry, he packs car, carefully taking wheels off bike and putting frame in first. All other luggage (lots when you have a toddler) added.
We leave them at ferry port and drive home. 5 min after driving home, phone call. Wheels left behind.
Cue dash to ferry port, arriving just in time (daughter is waiting in the port car park, SiL has driven onto ferry). Daughter then runs after car, one wheel in each hand.
Put some linen pillow cases in the washing machine. Run a half load cycle then hear a clunking sound. There is something in there with them.Some years ago a friend gathered her duvet cover off the bed, where it had been placed after removing from the duvet, and slung it in the washing machine.
Cycle finishes & I take the stuff out. The "Something" was a tub of Renapur Leather Balsam https://renapur.com.......
How the hell am I going to get my pillow cases and more importantly my washing machine clean....... :facepalm:
Filling my not-my-car with motor-spirit after a long day of silly bike racing and slow going in atrocious weather on the M5, I returned from the till (not-my-fuelcard doesn't allow pay at pump) and got within arm's reach of opening the wrong car. The adjacent pump was occupied by one that looked broadly similar: Reasonably car-shaped, white, with colourful vinyl wrap logos, etc. so it was an easy mistake to make.(click to show/hide)
In this instance, I just saved myself from even worse embarrassment from hitting send by realising I had been talking to entirely the wrong supplier.........
As an aside it's a bit of an oddball being a Halfords Carrera "entry level road bike" that's been (I assume retro) fitted with an Ultegra chainset, BB & derailleurs! [original machine retailed at £449 but was always discounted to £299]
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Today I was coming down our steep and narrow stairs, which have a 90 degree turn at the bottom. Distracted, I got to the bottom step, and took the last step - except I was still 1 step up from the bottom. Cue a full length pitch, fortunately missing table and chairs, though collecting a significant bruise on mt forearm and shoulder from being arrested by the back of the sofa.
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Do we get the full story?
J
I thought I'd lost my phone between car and tent... Couldn't find it. Signal dubious so wasn't ringing reliably.
I'd shoved it in my bra.
Various male people found this far more enticing and entertaining than it merited other than ObDivvery.
Exactly... I knew you'd get it.
Annoyingly Kim has AlpKit jeans with great pockets which even fit me but the waist isn't high enough for me (and Kim is relieved I won't steal her clothes)...
Annoyingly Kim has AlpKit jeans with great pockets which even fit me but the waist isn't high enough for me (and Kim is relieved I won't steal her clothes)...
BollocksOuch!
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Bollocks
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I surmise from that, you are using an oilstone, as opposed to a waterstone.
I surmise from that, you are using an oilstone, as opposed to a waterstone.
No. I used a whetstone to sharpen it, dried it off and then popped a bit of oil on it to stop it getting rusty.
What happens if you build a bridge out of them? :D
That would be a Wheatstone bridge...
A's are important...
I surmise from that, you are using an oilstone, as opposed to a waterstone.
No. I used a whetstone to sharpen it, dried it off and then popped a bit of oil on it to stop it getting rusty.
Note. A Whetstone is used to whet the blade. A Whetstone can be used wet, dry, or with oil. Or rather the stone used to whet a blade may be an oil stone, a Waterstone, a diamond plate, or ceramic.
It's a lovely quirk if English that we have whet and wet as homonyms. Especially as you can whet a blade while wet. But you can also whet it while dry...
J
In July last year I met a chap who had done the Audaxes I used to organize >10 years ago. He was interested in my bike motor, but since it needs 135 mm dropout spacing it wouldn't fit his bike.
Yesterday I phoned my motor's supplier and learned that they're bringing out a 131mm version. This morning FB told me it was his birthday, so I dropped him a line to say happy birthday and give him the glad tidings. His reply: last August he came off the bike and his hip prosthesis burst his left femur. He can scarcely walk and he'll never ride again.
I feel like a right arsehole now.
In July last year I met a chap who had done the Audaxes I used to organize >10 years ago. He was interested in my bike motor, but since it needs 135 mm dropout spacing it wouldn't fit his bike.
Yesterday I phoned my motor's supplier and learned that they're bringing out a 131mm version. This morning FB told me it was his birthday, so I dropped him a line to say happy birthday and give him the glad tidings. His reply: last August he came off the bike and his hip prosthesis burst his left femur. He can scarcely walk and he'll never ride again.
I feel like a right arsehole now.
Can't see how you were the div here.
I think the only response to this chap is "Well, that is absolutely crap".
I assume by the presence of a wheel nut spanner and removable towing eye, to say nothing of fuses, that it's somewhere inaccessible when the van is fully loaded?Not really. Passenger footwell, so once I had move the normal pile of teetering crap that accumulates there in work vans, it wasn't too difficult to find.
Anyone spot the error on this one ?;D Thanks, needed that.
Argh.
J
I assume by the presence of a wheel nut spanner and removable towing eye, to say nothing of fuses, that it's somewhere inaccessible when the van is fully loaded?Not really. Passenger footwell, so once I had move the normal pile of teetering crap that accumulates there in work vans, it wasn't too difficult to find.
Anyone spot the error on this one ?;D Thanks, needed that.
Argh.
J
Contact lens wearers are told to remove contact lenses before showering.
When getting home from long rides now, instead of chucking my sportswear on the floor, I put it in the washing machine and start it, before having a shower.
Contact lens wearers are told to remove contact lenses before showering.
Not sure where you got that pearl of wisdom from. In 35 years of wearing them I've never removed them for showering, nor been told to. You can even swim in them, but that may mean a custom fit pair that grip to the eyeball better/cover a larger area and so are less apt to float off.
But yes, divvery putting soapy fingers onto lenses.
Contact lens wearers are told to remove contact lenses before showering.
Not sure where you got that pearl of wisdom from. In 35 years of wearing them I've never removed them for showering, nor been told to. You can even swim in them, but that may mean a custom fit pair that grip to the eyeball better/cover a larger area and so are less apt to float off.
But yes, divvery putting soapy fingers onto lenses.
It is current advice, and likewise, the previous decades of showering with them in didn't give me the problems in the eye that they warn about now. Apparently, there are waterborne gremlins that can live / fester / breed behind them. I only wear daily lenses so perhaps it is different for hard lens wearers, but I can't see (??) how.
Anyone spot the error on this one ?
Contact lens wearers are told to remove contact lenses before showering.
Not sure where you got that pearl of wisdom from. In 35 years of wearing them I've never removed them for showering, nor been told to. You can even swim in them, but that may mean a custom fit pair that grip to the eyeball better/cover a larger area and so are less apt to float off.
But yes, divvery putting soapy fingers onto lenses.
It is current advice, and likewise, the previous decades of showering with them in didn't give me the problems in the eye that they warn about now. Apparently, there are waterborne gremlins that can live / fester / breed behind them. I only wear daily lenses so perhaps it is different for hard lens wearers, but I can't see (??) how.
Anyone spot the error on this one ?
BTDTGTTS many times over...
I've been wearing gas permeables and before that old skool hard lenses from 1st thing in the morning till last thing at night for over 35 years...
Contact lens wearers are told to remove contact lenses before showering.
Not sure where you got that pearl of wisdom from. In 35 years of wearing them I've never removed them for showering, nor been told to. You can even swim in them, but that may mean a custom fit pair that grip to the eyeball better/cover a larger area and so are less apt to float off.
But yes, divvery putting soapy fingers onto lenses.
It is current advice, and likewise, the previous decades of showering with them in didn't give me the problems in the eye that they warn about now. Apparently, there are waterborne gremlins that can live / fester / breed behind them. I only wear daily lenses so perhaps it is different for hard lens wearers, but I can't see (??) how.
To be fair I only ever wore either daily disposables, or monthly (soft) lenses that I disinfected every day. There are those who wear lenses for days or weeks on end, and then you can get infections and ulceration. If you manage to wear gas permeable hard lenses for 8 hours a day you’re doing well - my first ones were because affordable soft torics didn’t exist then.
.bat files? How quaint. ;D
I have always pictured Señor Larrer's computer ensemble to be some kind of steaming jam-lubricated babbage engine of Brobdingnagian proportion that must be regularly encouraged in its functions with the vehement application of a large hammer.
I now have in mind something akin to Hex, the Discworld's first computer. ;D
Who left the lid of the freezer open last night, then?You would have had a worse result on a freezer with a door. Convection, or the lack of it in an open-topped freezer, was your friend.
Fortunately, the biggest issue seems to be that we will need to defrost it rather sooner than otherwise. Everything was pretty well solid when we checked this morning.
Talent.
Divery, but I got away with it.Best laugh of the day!
Today I was priming (70% emulsion - 30% water) the plasterboards in our refurbished side entrance hall way.
Phone in breast pocket of overalls, which I'd neglected to fasten. Bent down to reload the paint roller and out slid the phone.
Made a fantastic save by kicking it aside at the last moment just before disaster.
Just because your single pannier contains naught but six bread rolls, a bag of sugar and a multi-pack of Fizzy Pop does not mean you can ride flat-out like hell maximum attack back from the shops, because it is hot out there.
(Collapses in steaming puddle)
Not me, but MrsC
She had a kiln-full of pottery to fire. We get much cheaper electricity overnight, so she usually stays up (napping on sofa) to supervise kiln, and alter the power settings through the firing.
So, about midnight, she turns the kiln on - power on low, turn on the timer, set the kiln-sitter (cutout that works on wax cones). Goes to sleep on sofa.
About 3 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power.
About 6 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power . . . thinks, hang on, why is the kiln only warm?
She'd turn the timer dial the wrong way so it only stayed on for an hour or so.
Divvery will cost her another night on the sofa.
Not me, but MrsC
She had a kiln-full of pottery to fire. We get much cheaper electricity overnight, so she usually stays up (napping on sofa) to supervise kiln, and alter the power settings through the firing.
So, about midnight, she turns the kiln on - power on low, turn on the timer, set the kiln-sitter (cutout that works on wax cones). Goes to sleep on sofa.
About 3 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power.
About 6 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power . . . thinks, hang on, why is the kiln only warm?
She'd turn the timer dial the wrong way so it only stayed on for an hour or so.
Divvery will cost her another night on the sofa.
I would have thought that programmable temperature controllers are now cheap enough to make for a good night's sleep.
https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/185781621048 (https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/185781621048) or you could have two or three very cheap ones and some time to change between them
How is the temperature measured at the moment?Not me, but MrsC
She had a kiln-full of pottery to fire. We get much cheaper electricity overnight, so she usually stays up (napping on sofa) to supervise kiln, and alter the power settings through the firing.
So, about midnight, she turns the kiln on - power on low, turn on the timer, set the kiln-sitter (cutout that works on wax cones). Goes to sleep on sofa.
About 3 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power.
About 6 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power . . . thinks, hang on, why is the kiln only warm?
She'd turn the timer dial the wrong way so it only stayed on for an hour or so.
Divvery will cost her another night on the sofa.
I would have thought that programmable temperature controllers are now cheap enough to make for a good night's sleep.
https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/185781621048 (https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/185781621048) or you could have two or three very cheap ones and some time to change between them
They are a bit non-trivial to wire into a kiln that wasn't built for them.
Incompatible wiring harness, plus you need to add a temperature probe (which means cutting a hole in the kiln).
The kiln saga got a bit worse - she tried again on Fri. 3am, turned power up to full, a bit of a bang and everything went off.
I was woken at 7 and informed. Things went bang when she turned the middle element up, that element is the only one using the original power switch, so I thought 'old switch blown'.
Tested it and checked - no fault. No issue with turning on full power.
The only thing I could find was that the connector was a bit close to the bent end of the element, so possibly it arced. That would trigger the circuit breakers. So, gingerly adjusted that (everything is in very fragile ceramic insulators).
Refired on Sat. Waiting for kiln to cool to see if it worked . . .
How is the temperature measured at the moment?Not me, but MrsC
She had a kiln-full of pottery to fire. We get much cheaper electricity overnight, so she usually stays up (napping on sofa) to supervise kiln, and alter the power settings through the firing.
So, about midnight, she turns the kiln on - power on low, turn on the timer, set the kiln-sitter (cutout that works on wax cones). Goes to sleep on sofa.
About 3 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power.
About 6 am, wanders out to pottery, turns up the power . . . thinks, hang on, why is the kiln only warm?
She'd turn the timer dial the wrong way so it only stayed on for an hour or so.
Divvery will cost her another night on the sofa.
I would have thought that programmable temperature controllers are now cheap enough to make for a good night's sleep.
https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/185781621048 (https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/185781621048) or you could have two or three very cheap ones and some time to change between them
They are a bit non-trivial to wire into a kiln that wasn't built for them.
Incompatible wiring harness, plus you need to add a temperature probe (which means cutting a hole in the kiln).
The kiln saga got a bit worse - she tried again on Fri. 3am, turned power up to full, a bit of a bang and everything went off.
I was woken at 7 and informed. Things went bang when she turned the middle element up, that element is the only one using the original power switch, so I thought 'old switch blown'.
Tested it and checked - no fault. No issue with turning on full power.
The only thing I could find was that the connector was a bit close to the bent end of the element, so possibly it arced. That would trigger the circuit breakers. So, gingerly adjusted that (everything is in very fragile ceramic insulators).
Refired on Sat. Waiting for kiln to cool to see if it worked . . .
Kilns are horrible things. MrsH has one for glass work, that lived in the garage. I spent ages trying to sort out a thermocouple error. It intermittently complained that the thermocouple was reversed.That is some truly terrible programming.
Eventually, it turned out that if it was below freezing, the controllers's programming couldn't cope with the initial negative temperature (as in, it was putting heat in, but the temperature absolute value in Celsius is decreasing as it approaches zero from the negative side). So after a few minutes it would decide there was a fault and shut down. The short term solution was to go back outside after a few minutes to see if it had errored, and restart it. In that case, the heater had put enough heat into it that it was now above zero so didn't error again.
The slightly better solution was to find space for the kiln in the house so waste heat went into raising our dining room temperature rather than losing it in the garage.
Kilns are horrible things. MrsH has one for glass work, that lived in the garage. I spent ages trying to sort out a thermocouple error. It intermittently complained that the thermocouple was reversed.That is some truly terrible programming.
Eventually, it turned out that if it was below freezing, the controllers's programming couldn't cope with the initial negative temperature (as in, it was putting heat in, but the temperature absolute value in Celsius is decreasing as it approaches zero from the negative side). So after a few minutes it would decide there was a fault and shut down. The short term solution was to go back outside after a few minutes to see if it had errored, and restart it. In that case, the heater had put enough heat into it that it was now above zero so didn't error again.
The slightly better solution was to find space for the kiln in the house so waste heat went into raising our dining room temperature rather than losing it in the garage.
Is there demand for a "Programming that makes you cringe" thread?Kilns are horrible things. MrsH has one for glass work, that lived in the garage. I spent ages trying to sort out a thermocouple error. It intermittently complained that the thermocouple was reversed.That is some truly terrible programming.
Eventually, it turned out that if it was below freezing, the controllers's programming couldn't cope with the initial negative temperature (as in, it was putting heat in, but the temperature absolute value in Celsius is decreasing as it approaches zero from the negative side). So after a few minutes it would decide there was a fault and shut down. The short term solution was to go back outside after a few minutes to see if it had errored, and restart it. In that case, the heater had put enough heat into it that it was now above zero so didn't error again.
The slightly better solution was to find space for the kiln in the house so waste heat went into raising our dining room temperature rather than losing it in the garage.
I would have lots of material for that.Is there demand for a "Programming that makes you cringe" thread?Kilns are horrible things. MrsH has one for glass work, that lived in the garage. I spent ages trying to sort out a thermocouple error. It intermittently complained that the thermocouple was reversed.That is some truly terrible programming.
Eventually, it turned out that if it was below freezing, the controllers's programming couldn't cope with the initial negative temperature (as in, it was putting heat in, but the temperature absolute value in Celsius is decreasing as it approaches zero from the negative side). So after a few minutes it would decide there was a fault and shut down. The short term solution was to go back outside after a few minutes to see if it had errored, and restart it. In that case, the heater had put enough heat into it that it was now above zero so didn't error again.
The slightly better solution was to find space for the kiln in the house so waste heat went into raising our dining room temperature rather than losing it in the garage.
Is there demand for a "Programming that makes you cringe" thread?
I then decided to up the dose of limescale remover.
Only using......... Vanish.
Someone who shall remain nameless, but we'll refer to as 'barakta', has bogwashed her hearing aid...Hopefully the hearing aid clinic will also carry a stock of CI HAs as it does regular HAs.
It's had the battery removed, poo washed off, been given a thorough squirting of IPA[1] and is now getting the warm dry air treatment in the back of the server rack. I'm not hopeful.
[1] Not BEER.
Hopefully the hearing aid clinic will also carry a stock of CI HAs as it does regular HAs.
Someone who shall remain nameless, but we'll refer to as 'barakta', has bogwashed her hearing aid...More appropriate for a hearing aid would be the other, other IPA; International Phonetic Alphabet.
It's had the battery removed, poo washed off, been given a thorough squirting of IPA[1] and is now getting the warm dry air treatment in the back of the server rack. I'm not hopeful.
[1] Not BEER.
Back when I was travelling to the US regularly I was forced to perfect the art of opening beer bottles on a table top while simultaneously not knowing what the strange thing in the bathroom was for. It was on my final trip I twigged it was a bottle opener.
Fast forward a several of years and tonight I decide to celebrate having survived 2 weeks with other people with a couple of bottles in the comfort of my hotel room.
Of course this one doesn't have a bottle opener, despite having a wee shoppe in the lobby selling bottled beer. :facepalm:
Back when I was travelling to the US regularly I was forced to perfect the art of opening beer bottles on a table top while simultaneously not knowing what the strange thing in the bathroom was for. It was on my final trip I twigged it was a bottle opener.
Fast forward a several of years and tonight I decide to celebrate having survived 2 weeks with other people with a couple of bottles in the comfort of my hotel room.
Of course this one doesn't have a bottle opener, despite having a wee shoppe in the lobby selling bottled beer. :facepalm:
Ah bid do the bottles have twist off crown caps?
There was one o' these
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in my room in Lone Pine CA back in 2014. Prior to that I hadn’t seen one since the pre-ringpull era, when one was included in every 24-can slab of Tiger sold by the NAAFI in Hong Kong.
I used to have one of the tin openers from military rat-packs as a key-ring, again, played havoc with trousers
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I used to have one of the tin openers from military rat-packs as a key-ring, again, played havoc with trousers
It's had the battery removed, poo washed off, been given a thorough squirting of IPA[1] and is now getting the warm dry air treatment in the back of the server rack. I'm not hopeful.
And of course everyone knows that bottle-openers are kept in the bathroom.Perhaps there is or was a species of USanian cosmetics that needed to be opened with a bottle opener? Or could it be that, in a hangover from prohibition, American hotels assume their guests will be ashamed of drinking beer and therefore want to hide in the bathroom to do so?
And of course everyone knows that bottle-openers are kept in the bathroom.Perhaps there is or was a species of USanian cosmetics that needed to be opened with a bottle opener? Or could it be that, in a hangover from prohibition, American hotels assume their guests will be ashamed of drinking beer and therefore want to hide in the bathroom to do so?
Don't any of you do the "lever off the cap with the cap of another bottle" trick? Involves holding one bottle upside down with the cap wedged under that of the bottle you wish to open plus an index finger as a fulcrum. Opening the last bottle is left as an exercise for thereaderdrinker.
And she's already got an appointment in a couple of weeks time to be upgraded to the New! Shiny! thinks-it's-even-more-cleverer-than-you latest model, which she will inevitably hate because of some combination of: AGC, inability to give her a sharp response peak at 1kHz, stateful beep-based UI, over-reliance on The Devil's Other Radio, general fiddliness and a lack of physical buttons. (Seriously, the only thing worse than barakta swearing at Microsoft/Adobe products, is barakta with a new hearing aid. She's also not wrong.)
Please don't call audiologists Audis. It gives the wrong impression. Especially on a cycling forum.
Please don't call audiologists Audis. It gives the wrong impression. Especially on a cycling forum.
int64_t != unsigned long. Wasted bloody hours chasing all sorts of gremlins before I spotted that. FFS.
int64_t != unsigned long. Wasted bloody hours chasing all sorts of gremlins before I spotted that. FFS.
It's a bit poor that nowadays when memory is measured by the gigabyte we still have to bother about the length of a variable. Unless you're bit-masking, of course.
No, poking that bit of the screen will not open the link no matter how hard or how often you do it, nor how prodigiously you swear at your fondleslab.Ah!
Because that’s a screenshot, not the actual page :facepalm:
You know you’ve been assimilated when you do a pinch zoom on a printed magazine :facepalm:No, poking that bit of the screen will not open the link no matter how hard or how often you do it, nor how prodigiously you swear at your fondleslab.Ah!
Because that’s a screenshot, not the actual page :facepalm:
I have, on occasion, touched the screen of my MacBook Air.
It doesn't feature a touch screen :facepalm:
I once put the cranks back on at 6 & 6 (or noon & noon, if you prefer). At least it didn't make it off the workstand.Garage 54 did that deliberately on a car:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTWUcpHQfGo (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTWUcpHQfGo)
Measure twice, drill once.
...Turned swiftly, hooked banjo with toe and knocked it over on top of Fender, twang bang crash...
...Turned swiftly, hooked banjo with toe and knocked it over on top of Fender, twang bang crash...
And so another music genre was born.
...Turned swiftly, hooked banjo with toe and knocked it over on top of Fender, twang bang crash...
And so another music genre was born.
Post-folk?
(Googles)
Bah! It already exists.
“Hmmm!” thought Mr Larrington. “I reckon I might need to unclip before negotiating that gate.”
Mr Larrington then utterly fails to disconnect himself from the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle, collides with the kerb and executes a perfect three-point landing on his knee, hip, and elbow. If only I'd been wearing a h*lm*t; I could have thrown it at the sillybollocks who put the gate there in the first place >:(
Edit: this one https://maps.app.goo.gl/RPQgDVt8uiMiwDTQ9
“Hmmm!” thought Mr Larrington. “I reckon I might need to unclip before negotiating that gate.”
Mr Larrington then utterly fails to disconnect himself from the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle, collides with the kerb and executes a perfect three-point landing on his knee, hip, and elbow. If only I'd been wearing a h*lm*t; I could have thrown it at the sillybollocks who put the gate there in the first place >:(
Edit: this one https://maps.app.goo.gl/RPQgDVt8uiMiwDTQ9
“Hmmm!” thought Mr Larrington. “I reckon I might need to unclip before negotiating that gate.”
Mr Larrington then utterly fails to disconnect himself from the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle, collides with the kerb and executes a perfect three-point landing on his knee, hip, and elbow. If only I'd been wearing a h*lm*t; I could have thrown it at the sillybollocks who put the gate there in the first place >:(
Edit: this one https://maps.app.goo.gl/RPQgDVt8uiMiwDTQ9
Looks like somebody managed to negotiate it :P
“Hmmm!” thought Mr Larrington. “I reckon I might need to unclip before negotiating that gate.”That's in need of improvement via angle grinder.
Mr Larrington then utterly fails to disconnect himself from the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle, collides with the kerb and executes a perfect three-point landing on his knee, hip, and elbow. If only I'd been wearing a h*lm*t; I could have thrown it at the sillybollocks who put the gate there in the first place >:(
Edit: this one https://maps.app.goo.gl/RPQgDVt8uiMiwDTQ9
Ha, that looks like luxury compared to this bastarding pedal and ankle breaker
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Barrier_on_Formartine_and_Buchan_cycle_route_at_Auchnagatt.jpg
But is the perfectly good gentleman's mountain bicycle OK? ;).
(Hoping that your OK too.) :)
I am prepared to drink a small whisky on your behalf if you think that may help.But is the perfectly good gentleman's mountain bicycle OK? ;).
(Hoping that your OK too.) :)
Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle appears none the worse for the experience; damage to Mr Larrington is a grazed knee and elbow which are a bit sore and would respond well to whisky were such a thing still permitted chiz.
Would it work faster if more people did it? Cos I am too :thumbsup:I am prepared to drink a small whisky on your behalf if you think that may help.But is the perfectly good gentleman's mountain bicycle OK? ;).in
(Hoping that your OK too.) :)
Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle appears none the worse for the experience; damage to Mr Larrington is a grazed knee and elbow which are a bit sore and would respond well to whisky were such a thing still permitted chiz.
Edit: this one https://maps.app.goo.gl/RPQgDVt8uiMiwDTQ9
“Hmmm!” thought Mr Larrington. “I reckon I might need to unclip before negotiating that gate.”
Mr Larrington then utterly fails to disconnect himself from the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle, collides with the kerb and executes a perfect three-point landing on his knee, hip, and elbow. If only I'd been wearing a h*lm*t; I could have thrown it at the sillybollocks who put the gate there in the first place >:(
Edit: this one https://maps.app.goo.gl/RPQgDVt8uiMiwDTQ9
Could you wash off the paste with wine vinegar or the like and then refry to heat it up for consumption? Perhaps add some coconut milk to tame any excessive residual chilli
Could you wash off the paste with wine vinegar or the like and then refry to heat it up for consumption? Perhaps add some coconut milk to tame any excessive residual chilli
Or just rinse with cold water and add some cream.
Whereas I have previous for using Audacity to remove the extended periods of silence from tracks in ye Musick Library :demon:
When it was Stupid Hot at the tail end of last week I applied sun-schlog to my pale and lifeless arms. Yesterday it was just nicely warm, so I didn’t. And now they’re all red. Bah!
Applied two coats during the course of today, which achieved this: 0. Backs of my hands are now actually glowing in the dark. Need to find a bike shop and buy some track mitts.
Yesterday.
In Sainos.
Having had to summon the Till Wizard for the third time and pointed out to her that 'These scales are defective'.
TW - You're older than you look, aren't you?
Me - What?
TW - Are you retired?
Me - WTF???
TW - What you should do is put your basket on this side, scan your shopping, and then put the shopping onto this side.
Not the other way around.
Me - :facepalm: :facepalm: :facepalm: :-[
Every damn shop uses a different design. They are never ergonomically designed for ease of use, but to suit the positioning of the internal components. And as for the continual nagging......
Using a soldering iron to prise the component legs through the hole in the PCB was never going to end well as the rather fetching linear blister across the pad of my index finger will attest. Extra divary gained becasue i had a roll of desoldring braid in the box of electronic bits in the garage.
Mind ewe, removal of the capacitors would have been simpler had they not also been glued to the PCB >:(
I couldn’t find my solder sucker and had forgotten I’d got the braid, so proceeded without either. The solder I was using to flux the existing 40 year old, but it was Pb free and thus a bit crap. I think I’ll be investing in a new solder sucker, so,if you’ve any recommendations for New. Shiny. Devices of this functionality please shout out.
I couldn’t find my solder sucker and had forgotten I’d got the braid, so proceeded without either. The solder I was using to flux the existing 40 year old, but it was Pb free and thus a bit crap. I think I’ll be investing in a new solder sucker, so,if you’ve any recommendations for New. Shiny. Devices of this functionality please shout out.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Trudged down to Brizzle to pick a new laptop (don't get me started on -effing pointless- bean counter driven hardware refreshes) and am sitting there trying to get the festering coprolith that is the Wondoze 10 UI to look something like Win XP and as part of this exercise in despair failing miserably to find the "use small icons" option for the task bar, which I *know* used to be there. Eventually give up and ask collegue, who points at the "use small buttons" option and looks at me pityingly.
<mutter>
They're not effing buttons. Buttons have borders, bezels, drop shadows and "move" up and down when you click them. Those bloody things are icons.
</mutter>
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Trudged down to Brizzle to pick a new laptop (don't get me started on -effing pointless- bean counter driven hardware refreshes) and am sitting there trying to get the festering coprolith that is the Wondoze 10 UI to look something like Win XP and as part of this exercise in despair failing miserably to find the "use small icons" option for the task bar, which I *know* used to be there. Eventually give up and ask collegue, who points at the "use small buttons" option and looks at me pityingly.
<mutter>
They're not effing buttons. Buttons have borders, bezels, drop shadows and "move" up and down when you click them. Those bloody things are icons.
</mutter>
Open-Shell (formerly Classic Shell) is your friend: https://github.com/Open-Shell/Open-Shell-MenuSee PM.
What is doubly infuriating is that Windows USED to be a beacon of design and inclusivity. The research into the window colour palette alone was brilliant.Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Trudged down to Brizzle to pick a new laptop (don't get me started on -effing pointless- bean counter driven hardware refreshes) and am sitting there trying to get the festering coprolith that is the Wondoze 10 UI to look something like Win XP and as part of this exercise in despair failing miserably to find the "use small icons" option for the task bar, which I *know* used to be there. Eventually give up and ask collegue, who points at the "use small buttons" option and looks at me pityingly.
<mutter>
They're not effing buttons. Buttons have borders, bezels, drop shadows and "move" up and down when you click them. Those bloody things are icons.
</mutter>
I have to Google everything in Windoze (and indeed MacOS when on tech support duty) now. It's infuckingfuriating.
Why can't things be named consistently and in logical findable places.
UI has gone to shit even more than usual in recent years. Lots of Mastodon threads of accessibility bods talking about how flummoxed elderly parents (with and without dementia/cognitive impairment) find it.
Note to self: it is no good storing the locations of those places as links to Google Maps if, when you get close to them, you are unable to connect your fondleslab to teh Intarwebs. And no, I'm not going to use my phone as a hotspot because GiffGaff.Download the Maps app, download the map for being offline and save the location in Maps? (When back online, obv)
Note to self: it is no good storing the locations of those places as links to Google Maps if, when you get close to them, you are unable to connect your fondleslab to teh Intarwebs. And no, I'm not going to use my phone as a hotspot because GiffGaff.Download the Maps app, download the map for being offline and save the location in Maps? (When back online, obv)
Note to self: it is no good storing the locations of those places as links to Google Maps if, when you get close to them, you are unable to connect your fondleslab to teh Intarwebs. And no, I'm not going to use my phone as a hotspot because GiffGaff.Download the Maps app, download the map for being offline and save the location in Maps? (When back online, obv)
Or write them down on a piece of paper ;D
Note to self: it is no good storing the locations of those places as links to Google Maps if, when you get close to them, you are unable to connect your fondleslab to teh Intarwebs. And no, I'm not going to use my phone as a hotspot because GiffGaff.Download the Maps app, download the map for being offline and save the location in Maps? (When back online, obv)
Or write them down on a piece of paper ;DWhat time is itWhere am I, Eccles?
Driving through Colchester and trying to follow a set of directions I had been given, I got lost, took a wrong exit off of a roundabout and ended up in a bus lane. Penalty charge notice arrived this morning. £70 reduced to £35 if paid promptly. Welcome to England’s oldest city! Total divery on my part, nobody else to blame, the signs were big enough in the evidential photo they sent with the letter giving me the good news. Not sure how I could possibly have missed them.
I expect it's only a matter of time before it gets unified with IOS
I expect it's only a matter of time before it gets unified with IOS
I think this has explicitly been the plan for some time - it's already possible to run iOS apps on newer MacBooks.
Went for a run at lunchtime. Intention was to do a lap of Victoria Park, which makes a nice 8km loop.Sounds like you broke the first rule of HHGTTG.
At the far end of the park, I switched from the path through the park to the path along the canal, which runs alongside the park.
After a while, I was starting to wonder why I hadn't got back to the Olympic Park yet. Also realised that the buildings on the other side of the canal didn't look very familiar.
Turns out I had followed the wrong bit of canal. The park I was running alongside had turned from Victoria Park into Mile End Park without me noticing, and by the time I realised, I was down at the far end of it.
By the time I got back to the office, my 8km route had turned into a 12km route. And my current fitness level and the unseasonal hot conditions make that not a good thing.
Never mind. At least we have decent showers in the office.
Of course, it was only when I stepped out of the shower that I discovered my towel wasn't in my kit bag...
I expect it's only a matter of time before it gets unified with IOS
I think this has explicitly been the plan for some time - it's already possible to run iOS apps on newer MacBooks.
To be fair, iOS is also starting to look more like MacOS - now has a dock, etc. I personally like it, I use an iPad and Macbook side-by-side, which is either standalone, or additional desktop space.
Given the power of an iPad is rapidly converging with that of a desktop, I don't think that much of a problem, it just comes down to preferred ergonomics and screen space.
Fed up with 3-minute power cuts that scrub my espresso machine's settings, I bought an el cheapo SLA battery and put it in one of our old UPSes. Set it all up - it fits nicely in behind the machine - and turned it on. No smoke, jolly good. Turned on coffee machine: UPS goes eek and turns on a red light.
Well natch, dumbo. UPS is 350W max and machine draws 1850. :facepalm:
Looks like our TV (253W) is about to acquire a UPS.
Couldn't you just install a two way switch (make before break) to switch power from UPS to mains when you want to use it?
Couldn't you just install a two way switch (make before break) to switch power from UPS to mains when you want to use it?
Woah! Hold on right there!
That would have the UPS output connected to the mains during the changeover.
That sounds like a spectacularly bad idea.
If the machine's settings are volatile and get lost on power cycling, that sounds like Very Poor Design.
The solution would be to open it up and add battery back-up to the memory on control PCB, rather than to try to UPS the whole thing with heating elements / pumps etc.
That's not going to be feasible for most folks, tho.
Is it possible it has one but not working? Still under warranty you say...
Is it possible it has one but not working? Still under warranty you say...
That was my thinking - seems poor design if it relies on mains juice to retain settings . . . but what sort of settings are they? - our machine is a plumbed-in Fracino thing that just works with a switch for espresso shots and knobs for steam and hot water.
Is it possible it has one but not working? Still under warranty you say...
That was my thinking - seems poor design if it relies on mains juice to retain settings . . . but what sort of settings are they? - our machine is a plumbed-in Fracino thing that just works with a switch for espresso shots and knobs for steam and hot water.
Extraction temperature, infusion and extraction time. Pukka procedure is to dial in again every day because of changes in atmospheric humidity and temperature, so I suppose they think I shouldn't simply assume the current settings will be OK from one day to the next. In my experience they usually are OK as far as I can tell, so it's a nuisance to have to re-calibrate.
I suppose that's Sage's rationale for leaving out a backup system.
Is it possible it has one but not working? Still under warranty you say...
That was my thinking - seems poor design if it relies on mains juice to retain settings . . . but what sort of settings are they? - our machine is a plumbed-in Fracino thing that just works with a switch for espresso shots and knobs for steam and hot water.
Extraction temperature, infusion and extraction time. Pukka procedure is to dial in again every day because of changes in atmospheric humidity and temperature, so I suppose they think I shouldn't simply assume the current settings will be OK from one day to the next. In my experience they usually are OK as far as I can tell, so it's a nuisance to have to re-calibrate.
I suppose that's Sage's rationale for leaving out a backup system.
All that temperature, atmospheric pressure stuff seems to be total cobblers - if the water temperature is within 3 or 4 degrees of the standard, then the biggest variable in making coffee is the beans and their grind.
All that temperature, atmospheric pressure stuff seems to be total cobblers - if the water temperature is within 3 or 4 degrees of the standard, then the biggest variable in making coffee is the beans and their grind.
Coffee, without caffeine?
I don't understand, you seem to be speaking in riddles
Coffee, without caffeine?
I don't understand, you seem to be speaking in riddles
Coffee, without caffeine?
I don't understand, you seem to be speaking in riddles
I used to think the same way, then In the weeks following the boys arrival I poisoned myself and ended up in hospital.
As it turns out there is a limit to the amount of caffeine you can consume before the palpitations and acid reflex get too much.
Decaf all the way now, I've no desire to repeat that, and I've never slept so well before.
Coffee, without caffeine?
I don't understand, you seem to be speaking in riddles
I used to think the same way, then In the weeks following the boys arrival I poisoned myself and ended up in hospital.
As it turns out there is a limit to the amount of caffeine you can consume before the palpitations and acid reflex get too much.
Decaf all the way now, I've no desire to repeat that, and I've never slept so well before.
That is the same job wot I did do, for a company that was called Dresser Atlas when I started.
'Wireline engineer' it is called.
I went on to be a training instructor on the subject.
Dont miss it one bit.
From what I understand they all became one company. I certainly remember him working for the firm when it was called Baker-Atlas, although what it was called at the end of his career I can’t remember. He worked for them from leaving uni to retierment through a number of mergers and name changes.
That is the same job wot I did do, for a company that was called Dresser Atlas when I started.
'Wireline engineer' it is called.
I went on to be a training instructor on the subject.
Dont miss it one bit.
I've always been a topsides person, what goes on subsurface is witchcraft as far as I'm concerned.
Dresser Atlas, did that eventually become part of Atlas Copco, or get subsumed elsewhere?
Didn't Atlas Copco make air compressors?From what I understand they all became one company. I certainly remember him working for the firm when it was called Baker-Atlas, although what it was called at the end of his career I can’t remember. He worked for them from leaving uni to retierment through a number of mergers and name changes.
It was Baker Atlas when I was canned about 6 years ago. There is a fair chance I know him if he passed through Montrose Training Centre in the 10 years prior to that.
He was off-shore in the early eighties when he met my sister. He’s often stated that with a degree in geology he wouldn’t even get an interview these days (from about 95 on I suppose) becuase there’s some much specialisation in degrees now.From what I understand they all became one company. I certainly remember him working for the firm when it was called Baker-Atlas, although what it was called at the end of his career I can’t remember. He worked for them from leaving uni to retierment through a number of mergers and name changes.
It was Baker Atlas when I was canned about 6 years ago. There is a fair chance I know him if he passed through Montrose Training Centre in the 10 years prior to that.
Didn't Atlas Copco make air compressors?From what I understand they all became one company. I certainly remember him working for the firm when it was called Baker-Atlas, although what it was called at the end of his career I can’t remember. He worked for them from leaving uni to retierment through a number of mergers and name changes.
It was Baker Atlas when I was canned about 6 years ago. There is a fair chance I know him if he passed through Montrose Training Centre in the 10 years prior to that.
The Hydraulics, though, were powered by Ford diesels, and we had one back that had gassed up. Quite novel taking off the head and seeing all 6 pistons at TDC.What had happened there? Had it over-revved and broken all the connecting rods?
Just went to 'stow Central on the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle. Forgot gloves. Grubby little paws now even grubbier thanks to ancient grip shifters slowly turning back into black sticky primordial ooze.
Bah!
The Hydraulics, though, were powered by Ford diesels, and we had one back that had gassed up. Quite novel taking off the head and seeing all 6 pistons at TDC.What had happened there? Had it over-revved and broken all the connecting rods?
The force from atmospheric pressure (or even crankcase pressure) is 1/2 of 1% of FA compared to the acceleration force on a piston at TDC. I suspect that damage came simply from over-reving.The Hydraulics, though, were powered by Ford diesels, and we had one back that had gassed up. Quite novel taking off the head and seeing all 6 pistons at TDC.What had happened there? Had it over-revved and broken all the connecting rods?
Basically yes. When the engine gassed up it started to run away. That caused the governor on the inlet to shut the air intake abruptly, so descending pistons pull a vacuum, or try to.
Stanley knife vs thumb. :facepalm:
Deep enough to be serious, but not serious enough to seek medical attention. Superglue has stopped most of the bleeding. Mostly.
Stanley knife vs thumb. :facepalm:
Deep enough to be serious, but not serious enough to seek medical attention. Superglue has stopped most of the bleeding. Mostly.
SG is good for stuff like that.
It means you can carry on working with the pernickety stuff without half a ton of Elastoplast impeding progress.
Stanley knife vs thumb. :facepalm:
Deep enough to be serious, but not serious enough to seek medical attention. Superglue has stopped most of the bleeding. Mostly.
SG is good for stuff like that.
It means you can carry on working with the pernickety stuff without half a ton of Elastoplast impeding progress.
Except every time I forget to not use it it starts bleeding again. Turns out that small spanners can be operated barakta-style, and holding things creatively while soldering is normal, but I'm incapable of stripping wire properly, tearing bread or undoing the belt on the trousers I'm currently wearing without left thumb involvement.
I expect tomorrow's pedal car racing might be interesting. Will bring plenty of micropore, and full-finger gloves.
Just went to 'stow Central on the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle. Forgot gloves. Grubby little paws now even grubbier thanks to ancient grip shifters slowly turning back into black sticky primordial ooze.
Bah!
We have a set of saucepans that have all gone that way over the course of the summer.
Just went to 'stow Central on the Perfectly Good Gentleman’s Mountain Bicycle. Forgot gloves. Grubby little paws now even grubbier thanks to ancient grip shifters slowly turning back into black sticky primordial ooze.
Bah!
We have a set of saucepans that have all gone that way over the course of the summer.
In my case it was my cycling glasses, the rubberising of the arms went a s gooey as a blackjack in the heat
I have lost an envelope of seeds. A selection of hardy annuals for sowing now and overwintering. I did this last year and it was a real success.
I was going to sow them last weekend, but we're on holiday shortly and I didn't want them sprouting before I got back, so I postponed until today. And now I cannot find them anywhere. It's not as if this is a particularly big house with loads of hiding places. My best guess is that, as they were in brown paper envelopes they were put out with the recycling midweek. Sigh.
That reminds me, I need to empty the pocket of my fleece of wild lupin seeds picked while walking in icelandHand over yer lupins!
That reminds me, I need to empty the pocket of my fleece of wild lupin seeds picked while walking in iceland
Forgot to buy milk in Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles. Again. Bollocks.I bought milk when in Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles, only to find that I had half of what I’d bough on the previous visit still sitting in the fridgirator. You’re quite welcome to the extra bottle at no cost if you’d like. Collection or you pay postage obv.
Fortunately no houses for sale between Larrington Towers and the corner sklep.
Forgot to buy milk in Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles. Again. Bollocks.I bought milk when in Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles, only to find that I had half of what I’d bough on the previous visit still sitting in the fridgirator. You’re quite welcome to the extra bottle at no cost if you’d like. Collection or you pay postage obv.
Fortunately no houses for sale between Larrington Towers and the corner sklep.
Hmm. It appears I may have Freegled the stick blended in the great house move purge. Which would not have been that big an issue had I not discovered this after I started making CHUNKY WHOLESOME soup in a cast iron pan.
Earlier today a lot of stuff on my window ledge got a bit moist due to a leak. This included several rechargeable AA batteries. Looking for somewhere to dry them off I dumped them into my favourite Le Creuset frying pan & left them.
I'm just heating something up to eat before going out..... what's that funny smell, and the hissing noise.... oh crap, I turned the wrong ring on ! To compound my divvery, I pulled the pan off the hob & put it down on the worktop, scorching the laminate.. :facepalm:
Whole Brussels sprouts are the problem
That's not how the Explosion Containment Pie Dish™ is supposed to work.He’s not used that much of last. I think I might have to email him to up his game!!!!
That's not how the Explosion Containment Pie Dish™ is supposed to work.He’s not used that much of last. I think I might have to email him to up his game!!!!
Perhaps two strap wrenches would help? One for the bottle, one for the lid.
I just wedge a flat screwdriver between lid and jar and give it a little twist till the pressure equalizes and the lid comes off easily. Job done. Never failed.I have a small plastic device called JarKey that my Australian friend sent me. It does the same thing.
I just wedge a flat screwdriver between lid and jar and give it a little twist till the pressure equalizes and the lid comes off easily. Job done. Never failed.I have a small plastic device called JarKey that my Australian friend sent me. It does the same thing.
I just wedge a flat screwdriver between lid and jar and give it a little twist till the pressure equalizes and the lid comes off easily. Job done. Never failed.I have a small plastic device called JarKey that my Australian friend sent me. It does the same thing.
If you don't plan on re-using the jar, anything that pierces the lid will do. My habit is to tap the lid with the rear (ie handle-) end of my Nakiri. Getting stabby with a pointy knife would also work but obviously requires a bit more care.
The LCC way works. At least with a knife, never tried a teaspoon.I just wedge a flat screwdriver between lid and jar and give it a little twist till the pressure equalizes and the lid comes off easily. Job done. Never failed.I have a small plastic device called JarKey that my Australian friend sent me. It does the same thing.
If you don't plan on re-using the jar, anything that pierces the lid will do. My habit is to tap the lid with the rear (ie handle-) end of my Nakiri. Getting stabby with a pointy knife would also work but obviously requires a bit more care.
I wedge an ordinary (eating) knife under the rim. Occasionally a teaspoon will do.
Perhaps two strap wrenches would help? One for the bottle, one for the lid.
I wedge an ordinary (eating) knife under the rim.
As barakta has about 1/3 of normal grip strength in her good hand, this comes up a lot in our house. We have an assortment of gadgets, but the one that we tend to reach for first is a set of those rubbery builder gloves designed for lugging paving slabs and similar around. The improvement in grip on a typical jar lid is astonishing.
After doing some sink trap related plumbing work for a friend with similar issues, I left a manky pair of them behind, with the suggestion that once washed they might be useful for grippy tasks. Their occupational therapist was really impressed, but needed a bit of explaining that they were more likely to be found at a builders' merchant than an adaptive gadget supplier.
The knife is for breaking the seal, not levering off the lid. If you need to actually prise it open (unlikely), you need something tougher than a table knife.I wedge an ordinary (eating) knife under the rim.
We have a bent one in the drawer. Either someone did that with it or we have a heavy-handed butterer in the family.
Forgot that I'd left Henry the vacuum cleaner on the landing. Walked into him in the dark. He fought back. Toe, elbow, finger.Well that sucks.
I'll get even for that, you plastic bastard.
It's generally a good idea to ensure that the mug is under the spout when turning on the coffee machineBeen there, done that, had to empty out the overflowing drip tray!
It's generally a good idea to ensure that the mug is under the spout when turning on the coffee machineBeen there, done that, had to empty out the overflowing drip tray!
When putting out cat fud::facepalm:
- Put the cat fud bowl on the floor rather than leaving it on a worktop
- Don't put the cat fud bowl in a cat-free room and then close the door
Fortunately for both me and the cats other cat fud was available so they didn’t get starved enough to try to eat me.
Repairing a puncture for a friend I replaced the tyre before refitting the repaired inner tube :-[ ::-)
Me, again.
Thought I would try and eliminate one of the chinks of light from the bedroom curtains by getting a 'curtain overlap' kit for the track.
Except I assumed that the bedroom curtain track was a Swish, like the living room one is.
Reader, it isn't, as I discovered when said overlap kit was delivered today.
Me, again.
Thought I would try and eliminate one of the chinks of light from the bedroom curtains by getting a 'curtain overlap' kit for the track.
Except I assumed that the bedroom curtain track was a Swish, like the living room one is.
Reader, it isn't, as I discovered when said overlap kit was delivered today.
Chap I once knew used to carry a stapler for niggardly hotel curtains. One sharp jerk in the morning and they were open again. Had to be careful in bare feet, though.
I guess women with enough hair (not me) could use one of those sprung hair clip thingies.
When I used to travel all the time and could be on the road for weeks at a time and a different hotel every night or so I had resort to taking a photo of my room number each time.We now do that in large car parks especially at the airport.
I have taught myself the ability to make basic pastry. I have an apple tree that produced a lot this year. The inevitable happened and the freezer filled up with apple tarts.A worthy effort!
So today I retrieved last but one tart and put in the oven. When it was cooked I took it out. Then I noticed I had not removed the cling film from the pie dish.
Divery 1: I left my hotel keycard in my room.
Divery 2: I then proceeded to the 13th floor and cursed when the new card didn't work. My room is on the 8th floor.
I have form on this, many years ago in a desert far away (well actually just across the King Fahad causeway) I spent 10 minutes trying to check out of room 846. Reception insisted they had no such room and in fact only had 6 floors. In fairness I had stayed in a room 846 in a different city, 2 nights previously.
There’s a lot to be said for big clunky keyrings with the room number heavily engraved I large friendly fonts.The problem with that is, people lose keys. Keys and keycards.
There’s a lot to be said for big clunky keyrings with the room number heavily engraved I large friendly fonts.
There’s a lot to be said for big clunky keyrings with the room number heavily engraved I large friendly fonts.
I used to stay quite frequently in one of the big hotels in Bloomsbury, London, where the room keys were attached to metal rod about 40cm long - making it rather difficult to leave the building with the key.
To my shame I have a heavy brass key fob for my house keys - purloined from a hotel in the Loire Valley in 1978!
You deserve all the ridicule you kno doubt received if you went running at such northerly latitudes.There’s a lot to be said for big clunky keyrings with the room number heavily engraved I large friendly fonts.
I used to stay quite frequently in one of the big hotels in Bloomsbury, London, where the room keys were attached to metal rod about 40cm long - making it rather difficult to leave the building with the key.
To my shame I have a heavy brass key fob for my house keys - purloined from a hotel in the Loire Valley in 1978!
Stayed in one in Falkirk like that, OK until you want to go for a run and decide whether better to carry it with you or leave it at the reception and then present yourself in a post run dishevelment to ask for it back
I've run much further north than that, Hammerfest in late November
Furthest south, probably Christchurch (the one in NZ, not Sussex)
Got most of the way to Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles just now before realising I'd left my wallet at home.
Currently thawing out fingers before trying again, with both wallet and long-sleeved gloves.
Edit: and now it’s bastard raining >:(
Got most of the way to Mr Sainsbury’s House of Toothy Comestibles just now before realising I'd left my wallet at home.
Currently thawing out fingers before trying again, with both wallet and long-sleeved gloves.
Edit: and now it’s bastard raining >:(
No smartphone with a wallet?
Both MrsC and I.
Neither of us thought to check when dog's topup vaccinations were due (I really blame MrsC, since she took him for his original shots).
We need to put him in kennels for xmas. One teeny tiny problem; vaccinations have run out and the vets are so busy they can't fit him in until Jan 15th!
Going to have to take the bloody animal with us.
Sadly, we are outside the 15months.Both MrsC and I.
Neither of us thought to check when dog's topup vaccinations were due (I really blame MrsC, since she took him for his original shots).
We need to put him in kennels for xmas. One teeny tiny problem; vaccinations have run out and the vets are so busy they can't fit him in until Jan 15th!
Going to have to take the bloody animal with us.
Last year we were told by our vet there was a shortage of (feline) vaccines and ours weren't getting done in 12m but as long as it was by 15 it would be fine (which I checked with our cattery owner and she was fine with) so you might want to check with your kennels if they can be flexible.
Sadly, we are outside the 15months.Both MrsC and I.
Neither of us thought to check when dog's topup vaccinations were due (I really blame MrsC, since she took him for his original shots).
We need to put him in kennels for xmas. One teeny tiny problem; vaccinations have run out and the vets are so busy they can't fit him in until Jan 15th!
Going to have to take the bloody animal with us.
Last year we were told by our vet there was a shortage of (feline) vaccines and ours weren't getting done in 12m but as long as it was by 15 it would be fine (which I checked with our cattery owner and she was fine with) so you might want to check with your kennels if they can be flexible.
yes, well, maybe it isn't a coincidence that the person responsible for the vaccinations (and forgetting about the topup) is also the same person who was going to just spout a list of dates at me (without writing them down).Sadly, we are outside the 15months.Both MrsC and I.
Neither of us thought to check when dog's topup vaccinations were due (I really blame MrsC, since she took him for his original shots).
We need to put him in kennels for xmas. One teeny tiny problem; vaccinations have run out and the vets are so busy they can't fit him in until Jan 15th!
Going to have to take the bloody animal with us.
Last year we were told by our vet there was a shortage of (feline) vaccines and ours weren't getting done in 12m but as long as it was by 15 it would be fine (which I checked with our cattery owner and she was fine with) so you might want to check with your kennels if they can be flexible.
You know that rant about writing things on calendars.....
IGMC.
Me, yesterday. Why did I wait until after school chuck out to pick up my prescription? Roads - full. Patience on display - nil.
I would have cycled into town but my I'd forgotten to charge up the battery and CBA to ride a non-assisted bike so drove.What is this? The audaxing legend, former cycling journo of great renown and time triallist of minor anecdote, Citoyen, sometime known as Smudge (or was it Splodge?), reduced to riding an electrically assisted pedal cycle? Lo! How the mighty are fallen! Hark! At the lamentations of F.T. Bidlake, Henri Desgranges and Vecchio Joe! The end of times and the end of time itself is upon us, and the Great Gods of the Big Ring and the Fixed Cog shall rain down upon us a plague of thorns!
a cargo bike is on my wish list when we move back to our own home and I am retired as it will enable me to get to a really good supermarket without using the car.
An errand on Saturday necessitated the use of my bar bag, which in my case I could not find, neither in the Right Cupboard, the Other Cupboards nor the SEECRIT Buknker.This evening I looked in the Right Cupboard for a small rucsac, as I'd lost my barbag, noted above. But what is this under the rucsac? It is the barbag, that once was lost but now is found.
Replay when I last had it. Ooh, the weekend before. What did I do that weekend? Think some more. Scout thing Sunday afternoon by car. Not that. Coffee in town. Possibly. Ring cafe. No sign. What else did I do? Ah yes, visit to a microbrewery , tasting of wares for the use of. On bike. I only had three pints, but I nearly forgot my coat as I left, having to go back after 20metres. I suspect I left it there. Maybe. Ring the brewery , but they aintent seen it. Arse.
Is it your adult guardian's day off? :PAn errand on Saturday necessitated the use of my bar bag, which in my case I could not find, neither in the Right Cupboard, the Other Cupboards nor the SEECRIT Buknker.This evening I looked in the Right Cupboard for a small rucsac, as I'd lost my barbag, noted above. But what is this under the rucsac? It is the barbag, that once was lost but now is found.
Replay when I last had it. Ooh, the weekend before. What did I do that weekend? Think some more. Scout thing Sunday afternoon by car. Not that. Coffee in town. Possibly. Ring cafe. No sign. What else did I do? Ah yes, visit to a microbrewery , tasting of wares for the use of. On bike. I only had three pints, but I nearly forgot my coat as I left, having to go back after 20metres. I suspect I left it there. Maybe. Ring the brewery , but they aintent seen it. Arse.
Five minutes later a lost glove miraculously appeared in the Bike Clothing Cupboard.
Boy Looking FTW.
I dropped the biggest of my nesting lidded non slip mixing bowls (wot I use for dough) and broke the thing didn't I?http://tinyurl.com/mwebms4f
Oh well, I'll buy a new one. Ha. You wouldn't think it would be so difficult to get all 3 out of plastic, non slip and lidded.
Pretty much identical to this which is now discontinued, bah. https://www.lakeland.co.uk/12869/3-lakeland-plastic-nesting-mixing-bowls-1l-2l-and-4l-set-with-lids
What do you use the lids for? I can't think of any occasion I've needed a lid on a mixing bowl. If I'm keeping something in it I usually need to cover the surface of whatever it is, to avoid skin/drying out.Same here. For proving my Tragic Hipster sour dough, I give a light spray of water and cover the bowl with a bit of muslin-ish material*
Mum used a lidded tupperware for the making of steak and kidney puddings.
Foil greaseproof paper and string for that here.For authenticity, I use the same bit of special string, which lives in the kitchen drawer,every time.
Foil greaseproof paper and string for that here.
I used to carry a piece of string in my wallet.Foil greaseproof paper and string for that here.For authenticity, I use the same bit of special string, which lives in the kitchen drawer,every time.
What do you use the lids for? I can't think of any occasion I've needed a lid on a mixing bowl. If I'm keeping something in it I usually need to cover the surface of whatever it is, to avoid skin/drying out.They are just all-round useful.
I use the lids for overnight proving in the fridge.
In those circs, bowl in fridge. No lid required.What do you use the lids for? I can't think of any occasion I've needed a lid on a mixing bowl. If I'm keeping something in it I usually need to cover the surface of whatever it is, to avoid skin/drying out.They are just all-round useful.
Prepping a load of veg for cooking later? Lid on, in the fridge.
Etc
I use the lids for overnight proving in the fridge.I would use a teatowel on a bowl. If I made bread. Which I don't. Doesn't it need to breathe?
I use the lids for overnight proving in the fridge.I would use a teatowel on a bowl. If I made bread. Which I don't. Doesn't it need to breathe?
What do you use the lids for? I can't think of any occasion I've needed a lid on a mixing bowl. If I'm keeping something in it I usually need to cover the surface of whatever it is, to avoid skin/drying out.They are just all-round useful.
Prepping a load of veg for cooking later? Lid on, in the fridge.
Etc
I hear carbon is good for the digestion. Not to tempt fate, as we’re having duck breast tomorrow.
Charcoal biscuits were first made in England in the early 19th century as an antidote to flatulence and stomach trouble. The Retrospect of Practical Medicine and Surgery, a medical text published in 1856, recommends charcoal biscuits for gastric problems, saying each biscuit contained ten grains (648 mg) of charcoal. Vegetable Charcoal: Its Medicinal and Economic Properties with Practical Remarks on Its Use in Chronic Affections of the Stomach and Bowels, published in 1857, recommends charcoal biscuits as an excellent method of administering charcoal to children.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charcoal_biscuit
Contemporary forms
In modern times charcoal biscuits are made in the form of crackers to accompany cheeses. The biscuits have a slight hint of charcoal taste that is described by some as pleasing. The biscuits have also been marketed as a pet care product to control flatulence in pets, and as aids to digestion or stomach problems in humans
Wow-Wow Sauce, a mixture of mature scumble, pickled cucumbers, capers, mustard, mangoes, figs, grated wahooni, anchovy essence, asafoetida and, significantly, sulphur and saltpetre for added potency. Ridcully inherited the formula from his uncle who, after half a pint of sauce on a big meal one evening, had a charcoal biscuit to settle his stomach, lit his pipe and disappeared in mysterious circumstances, although his shoes were found on the roof the following summer.
I hear carbon is good for the digestion. Not to tempt fate, as we’re having duck breast tomorrow.
I've just emptied the tumble dryer and wondered what on earth the crumpled piece of cardboard like thing was.
Bugger. You're not supposed to tumble dry Damart thermal vests. :-[
Which reminds me, we hardy cyclists at work take turns to change togs in the small shower room. Conscious of the next bod waiting outside, I hurried into the winter longs - and found them to be inside out - duh. I struggled out of them (not wanting to displace the socks) and re-donned them. Inside-out once more.Clearly not a product of school changing rooms and communal showers post rugby. I turn face to wall but otherwise it is a case all boys together
Yes, third time was satisfactory.
Which reminds me, we hardy cyclists at work take turns to change togs in the small shower room. Conscious of the next bod waiting outside, I hurried into the winter longs - and found them to be inside out - duh. I struggled out of them (not wanting to displace the socks) and re-donned them. Inside-out once more.Clearly not a product of school changing rooms and communal showers post rugby. I turn face to wall but otherwise it is a case all boys together
Yes, third time was satisfactory.
For the love of God, will someone tell me where I put the car key down when I got home on Tuesday evening?
And while we’re at it, where are my other pair of glasses (the ones that don’t have a broken nose piece)?
USB longs?Someone needs to invent Type C longs to avoid this problem.
For the love of God, will someone tell me where I put the car key down when I got home on Tuesday evening?
And while we’re at it, where are my other pair of glasses (the ones that don’t have a broken nose piece)?
Your glasses are next to the car keys
HTH
For the love of God, will someone tell me where I put the car key down when I got home on Tuesday evening?
And while we’re at it, where are my other pair of glasses (the ones that don’t have a broken nose piece)?
If everyone could refrain from nuking Birmingham until the end of the week, that would be helpful, thanks.
Made an off-by-one error in a config file and accidentally deleted all our off-site backups. It'll take about 3 days to rebuild.Would anyone notice if they didn’t ? I mean other than you of course.
If everyone could refrain from nuking Birmingham until the end of the week, that would be helpful, thanks.
A couple of weeks ago I removed my front and rear lights from the Bloo Bike, which lives in the unheated, slightly damp, splendour of the SEECRIT BUNKER, to save them from a premature corroded death.
I put them in a Safe Place for future use.
A couple of days ago I spotted one of them in An Unusual Location. At the time I thought, Ooh, that's an Unusual Location and got on with what I was doing.
Last night, in preparation for today's commute I looked for them. Could I recall the Safe Place or the Unusual Location? Could I bollocks.
A couple of weeks ago I removed my front and rear lights from the Bloo Bike, which lives in the unheated, slightly damp, splendour of the SEECRIT BUNKER, to save them from a premature corroded death.Update: Visiting a client office today to give a presentation, I rummaged in my work back pack to dig out some stuffs. I encounter the rear light. Further rummaging reveals the front light. I think I must have put them in there to free up my hands when moving assorted crap from the car.
I put them in a Safe Place for future use.
A couple of days ago I spotted one of them in An Unusual Location. At the time I thought, Ooh, that's an Unusual Location and got on with what I was doing.
Last night, in preparation for today's commute I looked for them. Could I recall the Safe Place or the Unusual Location? Could I bollocks.
I feel I can breathe again.A couple of weeks ago I removed my front and rear lights from the Bloo Bike, which lives in the unheated, slightly damp, splendour of the SEECRIT BUNKER, to save them from a premature corroded death.Update: Visiting a client office today to give a presentation, I rummaged in my work back pack to dig out some stuffs. I encounter the rear light. Further rummaging reveals the front light. I think I must have put them in there to free up my hands when moving assorted crap from the car.
I put them in a Safe Place for future use.
A couple of days ago I spotted one of them in An Unusual Location. At the time I thought, Ooh, that's an Unusual Location and got on with what I was doing.
Last night, in preparation for today's commute I looked for them. Could I recall the Safe Place or the Unusual Location? Could I bollocks.
They once were lost, but now are found.
Let joy be unconfined.
A couple of weeks ago I removed my front and rear lights from the Bloo Bike, which lives in the unheated, slightly damp, splendour of the SEECRIT BUNKER, to save them from a premature corroded death.
I put them in a Safe Place for future use.
A couple of days ago I spotted one of them in An Unusual Location. At the time I thought, Ooh, that's an Unusual Location and got on with what I was doing.
Last night, in preparation for today's commute I looked for them. Could I recall the Safe Place or the Unusual Location? Could I bollocks.
You can always shove the blade into a cleft stick and go hunt mammoths in Kew Gardens.I (almost) did that once. My Mora Clipper tumbled into a camp fire, resulting in a melted handle. One of the Scout parents is a wood-botherer of some kind (made his daughter's violin, many, many extremely sharp chisels in his sheds, that kind of thing) so kindly rehandled it with some can't-remember-what-wood. Nice looking job.
You can always shove the blade into a cleft stick and go hunt mammoths in Kew Gardens.I (almost) did that once. My Mora Clipper tumbled into a camp fire, resulting in a melted handle. One of the Scout parents is a wood-botherer of some kind (made his daughter's violin, many, many extremely sharp chisels in his sheds, that kind of thing) so kindly rehandled it with some can't-remember-what-wood. Nice looking job.
When taking the tablets it is important not to drop one, or more, of them in your tea :sick:
No Bloody Ethernet Port
I thought bluetooth was the Devil's Radio.No Bloody Ethernet Port
I'm anticipating an increasing amount of Bad Swears over this particular problem as it applies to ever more computing devices as the years go on. The Devil's Radio is not a substitute!
I thought bluetooth was the Devil's Radio.No Bloody Ethernet Port
I'm anticipating an increasing amount of Bad Swears over this particular problem as it applies to ever more computing devices as the years go on. The Devil's Radio is not a substitute!
(and pedantically none of the new iMacs come with an onboard ethernet port, but some of them come with a power brick that has one)
Remember PCMIA slots? You could plug an adapter into those. I had one that was a modem, 56Kb modem. Thought it was so flash and all. Those were the days.
(started with a 300baud modem, then a 2400. An internal 28kB one in my desktop was amazing!)
But I did also have a pair of lovely 3Com PCMCIA cards - one was ethernet, the other a 56k modem. Rather than a weird connector on a short lead for connecting the RJ45 and RJ11, they had full size connectors that took up half of the card width. You could plug both cards together into a double card slot, with either one upside down, so the two connectors filled the space but sat totally within the footprint of the laptop. Brilliant piece of engineering.
But I did also have a pair of lovely 3Com PCMCIA cards - one was ethernet, the other a 56k modem. Rather than a weird connector on a short lead for connecting the RJ45 and RJ11, they had full size connectors that took up half of the card width. You could plug both cards together into a double card slot, with either one upside down, so the two connectors filled the space but sat totally within the footprint of the laptop. Brilliant piece of engineering.
...started with a 300baud modem, then a 2400. An internal 28kB one in my desktop was amazing!
Acoustic coupler? Pah, I had to use a whole different machine. A telex machine was where text messages were at and a teletype terminal was my input device to he computer....started with a 300baud modem, then a 2400. An internal 28kB one in my desktop was amazing!
Ah, luxury. Acoustic coupler was where it was at.
I thought bluetooth was the Devil's Radio.No Bloody Ethernet Port
I'm anticipating an increasing amount of Bad Swears over this particular problem as it applies to ever more computing devices as the years go on. The Devil's Radio is not a substitute!
Remember PCMIA slots? You could plug an adapter into those. I had one that was a modem, 56Kb modem. Thought it was so flash and all. Those were the days.
(started with a 300baud modem, then a 2400. An internal 28kB one in my desktop was amazing!)
I thought bluetooth was the Devil's Radio.No Bloody Ethernet Port
I'm anticipating an increasing amount of Bad Swears over this particular problem as it applies to ever more computing devices as the years go on. The Devil's Radio is not a substitute!
Remember PCMIA slots? You could plug an adapter into those. I had one that was a modem, 56Kb modem. Thought it was so flash and all. Those were the days.
(started with a 300baud modem, then a 2400. An internal 28kB one in my desktop was amazing!)
Think our Internet school computer was 1200 baud in 1979. Hacking into University gateways at the speed of treacle.
I see what you did there ;)I thought bluetooth was the Devil's Radio.No Bloody Ethernet Port
I'm anticipating an increasing amount of Bad Swears over this particular problem as it applies to ever more computing devices as the years go on. The Devil's Radio is not a substitute!
Remember PCMIA slots? You could plug an adapter into those. I had one that was a modem, 56Kb modem. Thought it was so flash and all. Those were the days.
(started with a 300baud modem, then a 2400. An internal 28kB one in my desktop was amazing!)
Think our Internet school computer was 1200 baud in 1979. Hacking into University gateways at the speed of treacle.
1200 baud in 1979 sounds very fast.
I hated teletype machines because the op manager could see my typoes.
What are these streamers? What is their function and purpose?
So this is basically a microphone attached to you, streaming via some form or other of devil's radio to barakta's baha? Got it!What are these streamers? What is their function and purpose?
Combination of:
a) Functional equivalent of headphones, wirelessly streaming audio from a line input or Devil's Lesser Radio device to the hearing aid.
b) Radio aid, providing a microphone that's closer to the person(s) you want to hear than the one on the hearing aid itself, which improves the SNR.
In ye olde days, (a) would take the form of a cable with a 3.5mm headphone jack on one end and a fiddly little plug on the other. Obviously this Just Worked, so was ripe for replacement with complicated wireless solutions as soon as technology allowed it.
(b) Would take the from of a dedicated receiver unit, connected to the hearing aids either via the above cable, or an induction loop worn around the neck. An FM (or latterly, digital) radio transmitter similar to those normally used for wireless microphones for public address or filming would provide the signal. You may have seen barakta using one to hear me on bike rides.
So this is basically a microphone attached to you, streaming via some form or other of devil's radio to barakta's baha? Got it!
Tea: a lot MOAR flavoursome if you pour boiling water onto the teabags instead of into an empty mug :facepalm:
Tea: a lot MOAR flavoursome if you pour boiling water onto the teabags instead of into an empty mug :facepalm:
I can also recommend not pouring it onto the surface in front of the mug (it's been one of those days).
Tea: a lot MOAR flavoursome if you pour boiling water onto the teabags instead of into an empty mug :facepalm:
Tea: a lot MOAR flavoursome if you pour boiling water onto the teabags instead of into an empty mug :facepalm:
I can also recommend not pouring it onto the surface in front of the mug (it's been one of those days).
As long as it wasn't on your toes....... :jurek:
Posting as a proxy for Dr Beardy who has travelled by train into Ipswich for a day of collaboration with her co author on their latest tome.
Committed myself to a club outing tomorrow without really looking at the circuit. It turns out to include a bunch of useless climbs including a 14% that we reach via a gravel track, and the descent takes us back 5k further along the road we deviated from to take it. Brainless shite.Flat route designed by Deano?
Never ridden one of his. The arsehole in this instance is El Prez.
Never ridden one of his. The arsehole in this instance is El Prez.
You don't have to go, and of course you could plan and perhaps even lead a (much better) ride.
Ooops.
Check the PDM and see that I've given myself 23 units instead of 2.3! And peak insulin effect occurs after after 2 hours which hasn't even elapsed yet.
Three glucose gels and two chocolate bars are enough to get me home taking the most direct route and I'll be checking regularly for the next few hours. 24km completed, so worth getting out of bed for.
PS: 23 units is what I might normally use before a curry or fish'n'chips - dose depends on carbs in the meal, current blood glucose and activity levels.
Check the PDM and see that I've given myself 23 units instead of 2.3! And peak insulin effect occurs after after 2 hours which hasn't even elapsed yet.
At my desk at work, couldn't find my 'phone. Usual slight panic, last memory id putting it down beside the sink. Just about to do a global email.... and found it. In mt left hand back pocket, where i never put anything. ::-)
At my desk at work, couldn't find my 'phone. Usual slight panic, last memory id putting it down beside the sink. Just about to do a global email.... and found it. In mt left hand back pocket, where i never put anything. ::-)
Mrs B once couldn't find her phone, albeit for only a moment. It was in her hand.
wheelchair SokobanHaving seen you use this phrase many times, I've finally looked it up. I'm slightly disappointed, I'd expected something more like jenga or tetris.
Fortunately, it seems I may not need to resort to destruction: checking back throughI thought the punchline was going to be "the photo was of the key where I last put it, so I've now found it".thousands of catphotos on my phone, I realised that I had the sense to take a photo of the key when I first got it, so a replacement is now on order from Kryptonite.
Fortunately, it seems I may not need to resort to destruction: checking back throughI thought the punchline was going to be "the photo was of the key where I last put it, so I've now found it".thousands of catphotos on my phone, I realised that I had the sense to take a photo of the key when I first got it, so a replacement is now on order from Kryptonite.
I have a solution to that: Bike lock keys not attached to keyrings all go in a compartment of the Misc Bike-Related Pingfuckits[1] box.
I have a solution to that: Bike lock keys not attached to keyrings all go in a compartment of the Misc Bike-Related Pingfuckits[1] box.
Oh, I have a box where the spare bike lock keys live, and that would have been the sensible place to put it. :facepalm:
I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.There are numerous technological alternatives available, but most of them have been produced by tech people, not locksmiths, and thus fail in the actual security department. And they need batteries.
I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.There are numerous technological alternatives available, but most of them have been produced by tech people, not locksmiths, and thus fail in the actual security department. And they need batteries.
Having some professional experience of corporate level physical security, I completely agree that electronically controlled doors/access makes things far more manageable and a lot more secure than issuing everyone with one of a limited set of master keys. Corporate level stuff is actually quite secure, well at least as it was deployed in BT. And we employed physical pen test teams to make sure the implementations were carried out to spec. There’s only so much you can do against social engineering though, but the more sensitive sites employed measures that mitigated against that also.I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.There are numerous technological alternatives available, but most of them have been produced by tech people, not locksmiths, and thus fail in the actual security department. And they need batteries.
TBH I think the main advantage of electronic locks is about scale. When you've got umpty doors multiplied by umpty people, it makes sense to have 'keys' that identify the person, and the permissions in a central database for ease of maintenance. Being able to track who is in the building when (eg. for evacuation purposes) is a useful bonus.
If you don't, mechanical locks are cheap, easily understood and failures tend to be usefully limited to a single lock/key. Electronic locks just add accessibility for the hand-impaired, and the opportunity to not be able to open your door because us-west-1 is currently unreachable.
There's not a lot in it in terms of security against a Mk 1 sledge-hammer or social engineering. Only nerds pick locks.
I was thinking more of the recent internet-of-shite domestic security offerings such as the fingerprint recognition padlocks used dried pasta as hasps, or the Bluetooth enabled padlocks were fastened closed with, not much, hot glue.
I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.
I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.
Don't be so sure I stayed in a hotel in Tauranga, New Zealand a few weeks ago where you had a phone app to open the room door . . . . crazy.
I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.
Don't be so sure I stayed in a hotel in Tauranga, New Zealand a few weeks ago where you had a phone app to open the room door . . . . crazy.
I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.
Don't be so sure I stayed in a hotel in Tauranga, New Zealand a few weeks ago where you had a phone app to open the room door . . . . crazy.
I keep thinking that keys, like coins, are a technology that should have been replaced by now. But they haven't.
Don't be so sure I stayed in a hotel in Tauranga, New Zealand a few weeks ago where you had a phone app to open the room door . . . . crazy.
Makes sense for the hotel, because they gain all the advantages of electronic locks without having to give you key cards to lose.
Obviously it's about as practical as paying for EV charging with an app. Which is to say it'll work until it doesn't. And now some minimum wage hotel monkey has to debug it.
All the Info Security people I follow on Mastodon were saying hotel door systems are notoriously insecure such as https://www.swcrc.co.uk/post/how-secure-is-your-hotel-key-card
I'd say the drunken other guest is by far the greatest threat. The minimum wage employee might pilfer some cash, the secret agent might clone your passport, but you'll come back to find the drunk asleep in your bed having thrown up all over the bathroom floor.
He was the drunken other guest. :demon:I'd say the drunken other guest is by far the greatest threat. The minimum wage employee might pilfer some cash, the secret agent might clone your passport, but you'll come back to find the drunk asleep in your bed having thrown up all over the bathroom floor.
Sounds like the voice of experience...
BITD I used to try to sell stuff in the oil industry. Every two years there was a big exhibition in Stavanger (I guess Ely Dave and the Pingus might know of it). The whole place got full, hotels booked out for miles around. In a precursor to AirB n B, people would rent out their flats/houses/bike sheds via the exhibition organisers and rake in some dosh. My The Boss at the time rented one such flat and was awoken in the small hours by a Large Drunk Norwegian finding his way into his flat. It is thought boozahol contributed to the Viking's disorientation. He was shown the door at least twice, pausing only to divest himself of his clothing (blue underpants remained on thankfully) before finally getting the hint. My The Boss wrote a little poem about the incident. Which was nice.He was the drunken other guest. :demon:I'd say the drunken other guest is by far the greatest threat. The minimum wage employee might pilfer some cash, the secret agent might clone your passport, but you'll come back to find the drunk asleep in your bed having thrown up all over the bathroom floor.
Sounds like the voice of experience...
He was the drunken other guest. :demon:I'd say the drunken other guest is by far the greatest threat. The minimum wage employee might pilfer some cash, the secret agent might clone your passport, but you'll come back to find the drunk asleep in your bed having thrown up all over the bathroom floor.
Sounds like the voice of experience...
Fortunately, it seems I may not need to resort to destruction: checking back throughthousands of catphotos on my phone, I realised that I had the sense to take a photo of the key when I first got it, so a replacement is now on order from Kryptonite.
Fortunately, it seems I may not need to resort to destruction: checking back throughthousands of catphotos on my phone, I realised that I had the sense to take a photo of the key when I first got it, so a replacement is now on order from Kryptonite.
On second thoughts, I'm not confident of getting this any time soon: looking back at my Kryptonite account, I can see that I ordered a spare for my New York lock, having lost one (but, crucially, not all!), in February 2023. It's been so long that I'd forgotten I'd even ordered it; needless to say, no key has arrived. :-\
If similar wait times are to be expected, I might need that angle grinder after all...
EDIT: Looking through their Facebook page, reports of their customer service are...not good. Think I may have to write off the $20 I've paid for replacement keys and go and spend £25 on an angle grinder from Lidl! The combined cost will be more than I paid for the bike in the first place. :(
Watch a few Lockpicking Lawyer videos & buy some picks ?
I'm still a div, but fortunately, Kryptonite aren't - replacement keys (the spare will be kept in a safe place with the other keys rather than some super secret safe place that remains unfound) arrived from the USA today. They work! :thumbsup: