What make of car is that – I can’t quite see. . . . .

marsdenman – “null and void mate”

Single – Fox on the run.
Album – Top of The pops ’75

I’ve watched the whole first series and I think its great 🙂

I like Columbo too tho – and he alway guessed the killer in the first 5 minutes of an hour and a half program 🙂

i saw that vid once before – I can’t watch it again. Poor man.

The other thing I was reminded of last week (whilst watching Paris-Nice on TV), which I equally can’t look at again, was the picture of the worm in the Areola!

thanks to the sight of this team . . . . .

It was a fake Julian, and I have a denim cut off with AC/DC, Judas Priest & Black Sabbath badges on it up in the loft . . . .

Queing at the post office whilst feeling ill 🙁

hmmm

ok – a few years ago now but . . .

wrist sweatbands (colour co-ordinated with T shirt)
legwarmers (oh the shame…!)
Heavy leather bike jacket all through summer (and never even had bike!)
Union Jack Sleeveless T shirt (Not even the decent Sex Pistols version)
Jumper tucked into jeans

and finally – the most damming piece of criminal evidence . . . .

a bow tie at work instead of a tie for a while

oh and 2nd the Paisly tie! although in my defence, it was all you culd buy at one point!

What sort of a Hippy has credit cards and HP payments anyway? 😉

Like the camper-van idea though . . head for the alps 🙂

I don’t understand the significance of spotting a particular number plate? If you see a picture of a car somewhere and you can make out the number plate, how exactly does that represent either a threat to the countries security or a threat to my privacy?

If you actually come to my house you can see my car almost everday. You can even touch it if you like 🙂

“that’s not how we roll”

“nought bru”

There was another similar SR-71 story about a Blackbird that had been test flying out over the Pacific, this must have been just about the time people were becoming aware of it.

Flying back over LA on it’s way to the desert and sharing frequency with some normal air traffic, planes were asking control for clearance to climb to various altitudes – then the blackbird asked for permission to fly at 60000 feet. The tower came back with a rahter sarcastic “permission granted flight xx22 – climb to 60000 ft, if you think you can get there” the blackbird replied with a cool “thank you control, descending to 60000ft”

🙂

OK here’s my English Electric Lightning story (well my dad’s anyway!)

When he was in the Royal Air Force my dad was based at St Mawgan near Newquay. This was in the mid to late 50’s. Anyway late one afternoon they got a call to say that one of the new “Lightnings” was coming in with an electrical fault. The plane came in and dad, who was radio/radar, was one of the people who looked at the fault. It couldn’t be repaired without spares and the plane couldn’t be flown with the fault, so a part so sent up from somewhere (Farnborough maybe?) overnight and the pilot was put up in barracks. Gaurds were posted around the plane, it being new and secret, and stayed there all night. Next morning first thing, when the part arrived, the plane was fixed.

The pilot, who dad says was about 19(!) came out and signed for the plane. As he was getting in he thanked the guys for looking after it, and for fixing it etc.

One of the guys asked this pilot if he could “do a bit of a display” when he left?

Now the pilot, who had clearly gone to public school, answered that the plane was very new, very expensive and “not a bloody toy” . . . then climbed into the jet. It was also a bit of an overcast day with low cloud.

Anyway, engines were started, the plane taxied very noisily to the end of the runway whilst dad and the guys walked to the edge of the runway to watch the take off. The plane rolled along the runway, picked up speed and took off just as it got to where dad was standing. He said the noise was just unbelievable. The plane climbed steeply and disappeared through the low clouds. That was that, dad and his mates walked back across the grass towards the tower. About a minute later the Lightning flew over their heads, sneaking up behind them, at about 50ft and “very very fast”. Dad and his mates hit the deck – almost cacking themselves, while the plane climbed and did a victory roll before disapearing into the clouds once again.

I don’t know how many times I heard that story at bedtime when I was little! 🙂

You don’t have to do ANYTHING out of “loyalty to family”.

Do what you feel is right, and most importantly, what you think is best for your children. And if in a year you want to have a re think, then do so.

You don’t have to do ANYTHING out of “loyalty to family”.

Do what you feel is right, and most importantly, what you think is best for your children. And if in a year you want to have a re think, then do so.

Cheers PlumzRichard!

What’s yor addy?

wristbands, not armbands . . .
lol

I looked on the Livestrong site and didn’t see any. Didn’t think to look at .org

lol

LOL

Scots = Man: “Is that a doughnut or a meringue?”

English = Man: “Is that a doughnut or am i wrong ?”

thanks gran!

the day they combine personal weight and luggage weight into one for flight allowance I’ll be a happy man!

FACT

🙂

Just to add a bit of balance . . . . .

Sometimes what people call a “mid-life crisis” is actually an awakening of the awareness that your life isn’t what you would like it to be, coupled with the fact that you know you could make it better. (not to be confused with say, wishing you were a millionaire, or you were 20 again)

For those people that believe you only get ONE shot at life, it may be the catalyst that shows you an opportunity to move on, whether from a work or a personal situation, to something better or more fulfilling.

I guess the “crisis” bit comes from the mess these things often tend to leave behind them, broken families, debts etc, but with a bit of consideration and tact, it doesn’t have to be like that.

As for people judging other people in these situations, particularly their parents, life sometimes has a funny way of working out. And it’s not inconceivable that in 20 or 30 years time you may find yourself in the position your mum/dad were in when they made what you considered to be a bad decision.

ha – i like the cake factory one 🙂

I find his accent very easy to listen to. I grew up in SA and there are some pretty hard accents over there, but his is really easy on the ears

He is good fun to watch 🙂

loved this bit by Sir Richard . . . .

“It’s like saying that two and two equals four, but if you wish to believe it, it could also be five …”

I will see them with AC/DC in April at the o2

Good to hear you had a positive experience. I regularly take bikes to and from South Africa and, fingers crossed, I have never had a bad experience.

I’ve used Air Frace, Lufthansa, Virgin and before they went under, Nationwide.

lol this should be good.

traffic wardens dressed as bin men

😉

Funnily enough I was thinking about the same thing the other day.

I regularly fly between South Africa and the UK. Usually Air France via Paris or Lufthansa via Munich/Frankfurt. BA and SAA are just too dear. If I book say 4 to 6 weeks in advance the return trip cost me about £500. (which is not bad for a 6000 mile trip!) If I leave it till a few days before I travel it would cost anywhere between £800 and £1200 (in which case I just wouldn’t do it of course)

But I have noticed, particularly in the SA to UK direction, there are around 40% empty seats. Great for me, ‘cos I get to stretch out and sleep on 2 or 3 seats. The flights are same time every day – so what would they do if you rolled up one evening with a small suitcase and said “how much for a seat to heathrow”. They know they’ve got maybe 50 empty seats. Would they do a deal, or would they rather fly half empty? You’d have to be prepared to walk away if they said no and try again another day.

Incidentally I checked flights last night and I can get from UK to SA for £220 and back for £190 fully inc if I fly next week and stay for a month. You just have to be really flexible with your stay time. Silly money!

Ben_mw – yes these “electrical / electronic / mechanical / pneumatic / hydraulic / bullsh1tt1ng / blagging and tea making” are pretty much the skills I have 🙂

The factory is a Lamb processing one, (approx 5000 per day!) in Somerset.

vadar – yes I appreciate that getting the line running is paramount, and cleaning the blood off first might be a luxury I don’t get!

I have previosly worked in a cake factory and a relish factory. Both had areas with “Ming Factor 10” 😉

I don’t often snort – but the first half dozen posts on this thread did the job.

Cheers guys.

We called the secretary pool where I used to work “the chicken ranch” cos it sounded like one over the partition.

We called the secretary pool where I used to work “the chicken ranch” cos it sounded like one over the partition.

He sounds like he has that illness where people do things repetatively. Pick cup up, put cup down, repeat 5 times.
what’s it called?

ok playing devils advocate here, (cos I do love the car) but i’m sure the woman on the right in the top photo is whispering to the woman on the left “I expect he has a small penis”

🙂

mmmm nice!

Are the still £1000 000 each? I’m pretty sure that’s what they were. How much money must you have to be able to blow a million on a car? A million!? Did I really say that? FFS my house, which is a average 3 bed semi with 2 extra rooms in the loft, was valued at 250k the other month. So you could buy 4 houses like mine – or a car . . . . Its just maaaaaaaad LOL

“Tumble Drier balls” . . . . sounds like a nasty thing to catch . . . .

You’re gonna have to put the dish washing job out to tender. I’m interested too …