A car park I go past on my way home at night always has a few cars with what looks like serious condensation problems. Luckily it seems the owners are often present (well, the interior lights are on, often with supplementary candles, which must keep it nice and cosy inside, so I guess they’re in) so tonight when I cycle past I’ll knock on a few windows and ask them how they deal with the issue.

de-tinning pork pies (night shift)

Wot, like, one part of a factory would put them in tins and you’d have to take them out again…? Please enlighten me as to what de-tinning pork pies entails… (or entrails…)

Anyway,

Paper round: of course, but mine was for the local free shite rag so needed a silly trolley to cart them around in and only the most miserable of proper locals actually wanted the bloody thing anyway so there were never any tips or even thanks – the only pleasure I got was from two houses; one that had a notice saying “NO FREE PAPERS!” so they obviously got two -with extra leaflets- (if only they’d appended “PLEASE”…); and the other was a house with a viscious dog that would instantly grab the paper as soon as I put it through the box. I probably could have just let go of the thing, but it was infinitely more enjoyable to hang into it and let the deranged mutt shred the other end into hamster bedding. Circa £3.60 per week.

Then, at 16, I got a job cold-calling in the evenings for a pathetic local double-glazing firm. I got paid £2.50/hr, lasted three months and sold not a single piece of knock-off, leaky, over-priced glaze.

Crikey, this could wear out my keyboard, but seeing as one of most people’s hobbies is talking about themselves on the internet, here goes, but I’ll keep it short:

I wish I had the confidence to get back in touch with all the amazing friends I’ve had over the years that I then lost through a lack of confidence and suffering from silly mood swings (you peeps that have mentioned depression, I feel for ya). I really need to do something about this as it ‘even’ meant that I left STW for months and months and have now had to resort to coming back with a different username cos I can’t face having to be me. If that makes any sense.

Thanks for sharing everyone, I hope y’all can either do something about your desires to change, or realise that, if there’s nowt you can do, no one else is that bothered and you can quite happily get on with things if only you can accept it. If THAT makes any sense!

I’ve lurked long enough after looking long and hard to find this page from an old MBUK:

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Wish I ‘d found it sooner when the ‘COMING SOON…’ label would have been more appropriate…

By far the greater part of the methane cattle expel is through burping, not flatus as commonly reckoned.

I have in the past:

[*]Used washers as suggested above.[/*]
[*]Cut the female nuts down with a saw (ooh er!)[/*]
[*]Used the female nuts that come with spare rear derailer hangers (LBS sorted me right out)[/*]

There is always a way… 🙂

That thing in that film where that little kid’s pet alien thing in that basket thingy let’s him fly over the moon.

Can you teach me that, Jedi? 😉

We would all then instantly frazzle.

Not sure if the magnetic field would be affected, and if it were, the frazzlin’ would not be quite instant: the solar wind would gradually strip away our atmosphere, á la Mars. Then we’d be in the poo poo.

the vast majority of land animals would be killed

Polar bears and penguins should be ok (same rotational speed as everyone else, but much lower speed compared to all those equatorial jaguars and that).

Interesting idea, OP!