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I just SORN'd my van (I've driven it once since February).

This is the first time I've not personally had a vehicle on the road since 1977.

Is there any reason for this other than to get a refund from, or avoid having to pay, the VED?

There would be no point in me SORNING my car as it's zero-rated for VED anyway. I did have a letter from Swansea which said it was exempt but I suspect that a time will come when the rating changes and leccy cars are charged something.

The tax and insurance alone are almost a grand a year. Vans are expensive to run. With another hard lockdown almost inevitable in the near future, it's clear I'm not going anywhere anytime soon (except maybe hell in a handcart).

This popped up in my Facebook feed, which amused me

Very good!

A friend of mine posted a similar gag with pictures of ironing boards. I was disappointed that he didn’t see it through - gave up after day one. Would have been funnier if he’d actually posted a new ironing board every day for 10 days without explanation.

It’s the “no explanation” thing that gets me - as if it’s interestingly enigmatic. It’s not. It’s irritating.
I have a friend on Facebook who travels extensively for work, and he has fallen into a habit of posting pictures and mini reviews of the irons available for loan in various hotels around the world. This is something that is missing from our lives at the moment.
Sorting my life out, one shed at a time.

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This popped up in my Facebook feed, which amused me

Very good!

A friend of mine posted a similar gag with pictures of ironing boards. I was disappointed that he didn’t see it through - gave up after day one. Would have been funnier if he’d actually posted a new ironing board every day for 10 days without explanation.

It’s the “no explanation” thing that gets me - as if it’s interestingly enigmatic. It’s not. It’s irritating.
I have a friend on Facebook who travels extensively for work, and he has fallen into a habit of posting pictures and mini reviews of the irons available for loan in various hotels around the world. This is something that is missing from our lives at the moment.
I am prolly a bit of a curmudgeon but, I feel this sort of activity is exactly why social meeja should come to a crashing end.
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Kim

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What?  That sort of activity (iron reviews, not the without explanation meme) is the main redeeming feature of social media.  Along with the cat pictures (okay, we had those already) and occasional random spontaneous collaborations (like that time astrophysics twitter and biology twitter got together to work out whether spiders could see the moon).

Otherwise it would just be people who can't be bothered to use proper communication tools swimming in an endless sea of nazis, bots, moonhowling conspiraloons and - worst of all - your parents.
Careful, Kim. Your sarcasm's showing...

citoyen

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Agreed. Hotel iron reviews sounds to me like an excellent use of Facebook.

ElyDave

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I had the idea of posting one photo per day from my hotel window,

that plan went out the window


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robgul

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Agreed. Hotel iron reviews sounds to me like an excellent use of Facebook.

I don't "do" Facebook - but here's Mrs robgul wielding the iron at the Novotel, Auckland Airport when we were confined to the room for 4 days during the lockdown in March.

Obviously, she can iron with her eys closed!  << link didn't work, edited out >>

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That makes her look remarkably like Mr Google demanding I sign in...
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Even being signed in I get a 404.
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citoyen

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Probably for the best if you can't view the link. Last time I posted to the internet a pic of my wife I took in a hotel room, I got into all sorts of trouble. ;)

robgul

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That makes her look remarkably like Mr Google demanding I sign in...

Hmm - that's odd?   Whatever, I have removed the link....... just imagine a lady (caught with her eyes closed) standing at an ironing board in a hotel room entrance (bthroom to the right if you ask)

Rob

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Probably for the best if you can't view the link. Last time I posted to the internet a pic of my wife I took in a hotel room, I got into all sorts of trouble. ;)

Yebbut, she got a career in movies out of it, I seem to recall  ;)
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robgul

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I've received a parcel today that was just addressed to:    <my name>, Stratford-upon-Avon     (the <my name> was obviously my actual name)

Pretty amazing for Royal Mail, although I do have an unusual surname and, AFAIK, the only person with that name in the town.   Not sure if that makes me famous or infamous?

I have had in the past letters from the US that were just addressed  :  Name, House number, Postcode, UK

Rob

I have had in the past letters from the US that were just addressed  :  Name, House number, Postcode, UK
That is, of course, a complete identifier though.
There was a case in our local paper back in the early '80s of a letter addressed to something like
'The lovely cafe near the bus station and the park in Southampton or was it Portsmouth' which was successfully delivered
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T42

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After a tour of Donegal, one of my father's cycling chums once received a parcel from the owners of a B&B they stayed in, addressed to <name>, Cyclist, Belfast.  It contained fish, and they were still fresh.  Before WW2, that.
I've dusted all those old bottles and set them up straight.

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I have had in the past letters from the US that were just addressed  :  Name, House number, Postcode, UK
That is, of course, a complete identifier though.

Indeed house number + postcode was used to code bicycles in the event of theft.

i've had at least two 'Coded Cycles' stolen but never seen again.

There is something in me that thinks marking bicycles with an identifier is a PR exercise...

Re: A random thread for small things that don't really warrant a thread of
« Reply #25116 on: May 23, 2020, 09:08:10 pm »
I’ve been censured. I’ve had a Facebook post deleted from a Fb group for an old workplace because I referred to a former senior manager as an arrogant and rude twat. Perhaps if I’d left the word twat off. Said person had no time for none managers and would ignore them if one dared to speak to him when he made site visits. I know this because he did it to me and a couple of other colleagues when he visited our control centre. He spent 20 minutes in the meeting room with some of the managers then walked out and ghosted us minions. Blimey, I’m still bitter about this some 30 years later.
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Kim

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There is something in me that thinks marking bicycles with an identifier is a PR exercise...

I reckon that's going to be useful in a rare subset of circumstances where it's found after being sold on, abandoned in a hedge or in the possession of a particularly stupid thief.  Competent bike thieves are going to strip it for parts or at least get it far enough away that you're unlikely to come across someone riding it.

If you lock your bike properly, it's more likely to be stolen by competent bike thieves...


That said, I've had my more stealable bikes security marked when the police were doing it for free, and I'm in the habit of sticking a laser-printed label with my name and address around the shell when I replace a bottom bracket.  Doesn't hurt...

(On a related note, it's probably worth making sure you have a photo of yourself with your bike.  Might be handy if questioned by the plod while you're hacking away at the lock and/or adjusting the brakes.)
Careful, Kim. Your sarcasm's showing...

I've received a parcel today that was just addressed to:    <my name>, Stratford-upon-Avon     (the <my name> was obviously my actual name)

Pretty amazing for Royal Mail, although I do have an unusual surname and, AFAIK, the only person with that name in the town.   Not sure if that makes me famous or infamous?

I have had in the past letters from the US that were just addressed  :  Name, House number, Postcode, UK

Rob
A lot of individual postmen end up with a lot of local knowledge.

I once had a "we missed you" card, and I phoned and asked if the item could be delivered to my work, which was covered by the same sorting office. When the postman I was speaking to said it could, I started to read out the company name and address.

The (now defunct) company was "Onspec Oscillators", with an address in Nuneaton. I had only said "Onspec" when the postman interrupted me with "OK" and hung up.

The item was delivered the next day.


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robgul

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I've received a parcel today that was just addressed to:    <my name>, Stratford-upon-Avon     (the <my name> was obviously my actual name)

Pretty amazing for Royal Mail, although I do have an unusual surname and, AFAIK, the only person with that name in the town.   Not sure if that makes me famous or infamous?

I have had in the past letters from the US that were just addressed  :  Name, House number, Postcode, UK

Rob
A lot of individual postmen end up with a lot of local knowledge.

I once had a "we missed you" card, and I phoned and asked if the item could be delivered to my work, which was covered by the same sorting office. When the postman I was speaking to said it could, I started to read out the company name and address.

The (now defunct) company was "Onspec Oscillators", with an address in Nuneaton. I had only said "Onspec" when the postman interrupted me with "OK" and hung up.

The item was delivered the next day.

... have to admit we are on first-name terms with one of the managers at the sorting office - way back when, he was our local postie when we lived on the other side of the town.

Rob

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Our problem, postal-wise
1) our road has three names depending on which map you might be looking at and which sat-nav you use
b) our house has a nameplate <Number, roadname>

this seems to make us the font of all knowledge when any random delivery driver has no idea.  Conversation normally starts "Roadname XXX, is that you?"
"No, look at the name plate, it's number X Roadname"

Last week we became the local sorting office for someone who had included name and roadname, but not housenumber on their parcel
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T42

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Re: A random thread for small things that don't really warrant a thread of
« Reply #25121 on: May 24, 2020, 09:15:09 am »
I’ve been censured. I’ve had a Facebook post deleted from a Fb group for an old workplace because I referred to a former senior manager as an arrogant and rude twat. Perhaps if I’d left the word twat off. Said person had no time for none managers and would ignore them if one dared to speak to him when he made site visits. I know this because he did it to me and a couple of other colleagues when he visited our control centre. He spent 20 minutes in the meeting room with some of the managers then walked out and ghosted us minions. Blimey, I’m still bitter about this some 30 years later.

He could be the current mayor of Strasbourg, who is a prime shit.
I've dusted all those old bottles and set them up straight.