If you’re quick, and open to purchasing a different magazine from a different lifestyle segment, the current issue of MOJO magazine (with two covers featuring either Pete Townsend (sic?) or Roger Daltrey) has a free CD on the cover, entitled I Can SeE For Miles, and is dedicated solely to the sounds of which you speak – 60s psychedelic garage !!!! How timely is that?

I bought it yesterday, as there is always at least three great tracks on the MOJO CDs and it’s also and education, I find, about genres I may not have explored before.
Go on, get one. ‘Tis not even £4, and there might be a belter on there you’ve not heard afore!

ferkin ell.
It wasn’t meant to be this way.

Aaahhh. You’ve reminded me to acquaint myself with some Chopin after hearing it bigged up in an episode of Dexter.
So far so enjoyable

Actually, it depends what you wanna do with it.
Mix it? On the rocks? Sip by a bonfire on a beach?
There’s a rum for every eventuality.
Young rum. Aged rum. White, gold or dark rum.

bastard. I really fancy a drink now.

I’ve been having a lovely day in the company of Isaac Hayes.
Don’t I feel all warm inside?

Bugger. Too much of the cane juice before trying to post that!
The site’s an education though.
What you need is an online straw to make the virtual actual!

Now, there’s an idea ripe for invention….

Irie?
Check it out, mahn.

Morrison’s do Appleton Special for about £13 a bottle. A lovely golden Jamaican rum for the money.

Yeah. I say PAYG so that she may have an opportunity to learn that:
money doesn’t grow on trees/you’re not a bottomless pit of cash/someone’s got to pay/what could she possibly have to talk about when she only parted company with the other person five minutes ago/

and so on until you use up all the quotes stolen from our own parents….

Damnation!
I promised I’d give this Lent lark a go, for once, and desist from purchase and consumption of chocolate and booze.
Five days in and I’m about to slip out the flat to the local organic pub just to get a swift half of some tasty ale or other.

to the OP – you forgot to say that the ales are so life-affirming.

I’m approaching the end of my contract with Voda, and was hoping this thread might prove informative…..but I’m still confused. Maybe I’m just brain-tired.

Anyway, if Voda goes down the tubes, and I’ve just signed a new contract, what could the consequences be?

Never having used a Nokia, would the 5800 be a good introduction? If I had to choose beteween that and a B’brry Storm, what would the consensus be among you?
Would either of these handsets play MP3 files downloaded from iTunes?

What happened to Motorola?

Do you know the way to Tiger Bay?

Sweet mother of backhand smash!
She could put a top-spin on my sphericals anytime

Oh well, in for a penny …..

From the days when I had long hair, and cycled more, I was often likened to this character

Posh wedding (not mine!)

Staking a claim on the lands awarded to my forebears after the Norman invasion

Immortalised in song

Good to see you all and put some faces to names. Mebbes recognise you out on some dusty trail somewhere.

Paris Hilton?
Maybe if she was still wearing that flouncy summer dress, and facing t’other way, and I didn’t have to kiss her, and she had lost her voice…..

Anyway, I have thought before about James Bond’s Q character working their magic on a bike and developing something that could be broken down and reassembled into some kind of sniper rifle, then returned to a bike and ridden off by our hero as if nothing had happened.
Saddle and seat post as butt and stock? Forks as bipod? Brake lever as trigger? Top tube housing a barrel?
There’s a germ of a great idea there if anyone knows any special effects/props guys.

Tell ’em I sent ya.

sorry Del. It was a great pic that just appeared elsewhere at the right moment, and had to be used.

I really do hope your cat does turn up soon. It looks like a beaut.
Good luck.

Ha – you can count on the Ozzies to get straight to the point.

Yeah, I didn’t want to name names re. the ‘other’ mag, but no need now. It’s been done by another poster.

If I were considering taking up the pursuit of MTBing it’d be a great tool to use to cut through the maze of bike types/terminology/budget levels available and to try and narrow down a potential purchase. Once one gets past the beginner stage though, it’s pointless.

Here’s to the substance of STW
(not tried Dirt – yet)

I got some Binatone ones a couple of years back – Terrain 550 or some such. Not had the best opportunity to try them out for the holiday location I had oin mind when I bought them, but they were in a sale, and the time I did try ’em they seemed to be more than sufficient for what was required.
If I remember right, they claimed a range of 8km (on level ground with the wind behind you)

I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, but your cat has a dirty secret.
It’s living a double life. It’s batting for the other team. It’s gone over to the dark side.

I sold a flat privately about 14 years ago.
Just put a sign in the window, but it was in a wee gardened cul-de-sac that was quite desirable, so not too difficult to get interest, and it did sell quite quickly.

Done.

too much to

37 I was. Wouldn’t change it now.

If I was richer and had more time and a younger partner I’d like another – a boy to provide balance for the girl I’ve got.

I prefer to think of a couple of menacing heavies who had captured and restrained Trampus for their own amusement and nefarious gain, with the intention of killing him afterwards.
Then, Trampus’ cat creeps up behind them silently (as cats do so well) and whacks their skulls open with a baseball bat before cutting through the restraints with claws so sharp that they glint in the light.
Trampus and cat then hug, and skip merrily off into the sunset.

Now, have I taken that too far?

Interesting product.
Probably illegal here, more’s the pity.

My male cat had had two operations on his bladder at great cost each time.(£1000 or thereabouts!)
Foolishly, I had not got him insured before the first time, so any further work had to be paid by myself.
As urinary tract infections are quite common among young male cats, I was in a bit of a bind.
By the time he had problems for a third time, there was no choice. Tumbleweed, as he was known, would have to become Tumbelina, and there was still no guarantee that the operation would resolve the issue. At £1500 it was a big risk, and we had a toddler in the house whose needs were considered to be more pressing.
It was with much grief and anguish that the decision was made and actioned, but the cat was in great distress with the discomfort of the bladder issue.
I cried for days, and miss him still after two and a half years.
However, the vet’s bill for the service wasn’t cheap either (about £250), but they had the sensitivity to wait three months before sending the invoice.

My advice: animals are great to have about if you can afford them, so know the potential costs first, and get insurance.

Which bars do the nicest shandies?

I thought kokanee was for snorting!

(geddit? coke and E? No? Hello? Anyone there?)

Actually, the Labatt 50 was considered, by my younger acquaintances whilst ‘studying’ in Canada, to be an old man’s beer as it was darker and more flavoursome than a lot of the regular N American style beers. My european upbringing gave me an appreciation of this beer, and in fact it seemed more popular in the province of Quebec with its more prominent european heritage.
Thanks for the advice onsourcing things though, and I’ll check ’em out.

and I was expecting to see old fashioned air-rifles….

Nice. I gotta get me a garage/shed now to justify the12 guage alarm, but hell, I want to use that!

There’s a night called Spitfire, held in the basement of Blackfriars in the Merchant City on the second Friday of every month.
For your £4 entry fee you get a free compilation CD made up of some of the tracks the palyed the previous month or plan to that night.
When you say ‘indie’, I see this as indie in that it’s not a blingy-blingy, neddy-neddy, urban, r’n’b house of cack.
It plays mod, electro, indie, soul, punk, and power-pop amongst others. They have a Myspace page if you want furthe info.
No show next month (March) as the space is a Comedy Festival venue, but come April, when springtime is here and the libidos are seasonally adjusted……

Only problem is plastic glasses – I hate that. What kind of tourism can you promote serving drinks in ferkin plastic glasses?

I’m up for a local STW pub gathering too, funds and diary permitting.

Molgrips

I’ll speak to a couple of trustworthy gents re confidentiality clauses. When that’s done, can I just page you on here?
What’s a typical fee structure for this kinda work?

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again

Vigilante Death Squads

it’s the way forward….

Another 6 footer with an 18 incher here too. No issues.

If this thread was on a different topic, you have no idea how damned proud I’d be to be saying that.

*sighs, and dreams on about what could have been, had he not been a fan of tight stretch denims in his formative years*

recent experience encourages me to agree with the above.
Sympathies extended to all involved.
Re-nationalise – NOW!

I’m gonna tell my GF about this ‘Uncle Kev’ theory. It’s been a mystery for her so far, but this should explain all.
Nice one.

I have a fantastic idea for a website. Truly great, with the potential to go global.
But, there is a real reluctance to mention it to a single soul in case I get ripped off for my ‘intellectual property’.
I know nowt about how it all works, but I need to find the right people to learn from and to help in progressing it.
Are you one of these people?

*casual observer reaches for phone, calls Tesco security dept., directs them to this website and sighs a smug, self-satisfied sigh as he makes the world a better place*

Joe, I’m not surprised to hear that actually. However, my reasons are valid. On occassion, my missus goes home (Stockport) to visit her family and takes our daughter with her. I’m left here (Glasgow), missing the wee one terribly. One way of coping with the absence is through daily video calls, usually just before her bedtime, where I can see her cheeky face and hear her cheeky voice as she verbally abuses me with terms like ‘poo-poo head’, ‘stinky wee-wee face’.
The chat I get from my daughter is not much better!

But seriously though, that is the one and only reason for me to require that kinda facility on my mobile.
Having read some further reviews on the Blackberry Storm, I’m thinking against it. Very few happy consumers out there.

Happy new bike. I wish you many joyful years of riding with it.

You’re obviously a gent of some style and taste.
Welcome to the club.

Hmm. After a wee while longer I’m beginning to agree on sound quality. However, like nickc says, it’s only for a bit of background, so no big disappointment.

Now to check email capability…

Two nuns in the bath.
One says to the other “Where’s the soap?”
The other replies “Yes, doesn’t it!”