Shooting things satisfies a primal urge within you

Not at all. I shoot rats and it leaves me feeling rather empty and lifeless not quickened. And no, traps are useless and poison would get into the food chain and put other wildlife at risk, particularly where I live.

…the only people that should be allowed to hold guns of any sort are those with a real use for them…

And the law already takes those needs into consideration, so what, in your opinion, TJ, is going wrong in the assessment process for nutters to obtain guns…?

The bloke that’s recently gone postal appears to have been issued with one for the purpose of killing rabbits or some such. I personally don’t think that’s justification enough if he lived anywhere that rabbits weren’t an issue as far as them being pests but justifiable if he lives/works on farm land and it’s part of his job criteria, for example.

No TJ. There was never going to be a winner/loser stance in this because we don’t hold the power to sway a decision concerning the law either way.

It’s because you argue for the sake of it. You turn the debate into semantics rather than have an intelligent discussion, that in my book makes you a prick for want of a better term.

Ransos’ question is far better than anything you put forward – what would be the way forward from this point as regards determining who should be allowed to hold a license.

You’re just an argumentative prick, TJ. I wouldn’t be so smug given the image you project of yourself around this place.

Boring at best…

There haven’t actually been that many murder rampages, Ransos, but I’m sure hands were involved somewhere along the line.

But seriously, your argument is similar to the knife issue. Are we to ban those as well with the inclusion of skinning knives ? A few nutjobs go around shooting folk and you would like to see everyone banned for their stupidity/mental/moral issues. Think of the same attitude applied to other aspects of life and in particular things you’re involved in and you’ll se the flaw in your point of view. Take a **** of a cyclist that hops on and off the curb, carving up old ladies and ripping kids faces off – ban all cyclists because of them…?

the 5000m Drive By and the 100m Honour Killing.

Excellent! 🙂

I have still to see any USE for a gun apart from killing things.

I very much doubt you will…

Obviously that’s true, but guns make it a whole lot easier, no?

Not necessarily. My hands are always to…er…hand. I have to switch the safety off, cock and squeeze a trigger when using a gun. I could probably punch you before I could shoot you, all being even.

Target shooting, TJ. Only the death of a nicely drawn handful of circles in that instance…

Nope. Folk can kill others regardless of whether or not they own a firearm.

Ban hands…!

Oh I see, let’s discuss the amount of people with breast implants.

Brilliant…

I was given Diazepam for the spasm and to help get a little bit of sleep alongside some Meloxicam for painkilling. I avoided Tramadol because I didn’t want to end up doped-up to the eyeballs.

Maybe take something to protect your stomach when taking the Meloxicam or similar, if you go down that route. Docs are usually quite accomodating where pain is concerned IME…

Sounds like you’ve damaged your lumbar. Painkillers will help to manage the pain but will also mask it, so bear that in mind. Rest is the best thing and it can take a good couple of weeks before it gets back to proper working order and even then it can ‘twang’ at the slightest provocation.

Mine is damaged at the moment and trying to ride and split wood has simply prolonged the healing process. If I didn’t have to do these activities I wouldn’t and rest is now high on my agenda…

If they do go down, I hope they are guilty, and vice versa.

I agree and couldn’t add to that without being privy to the same evidence as the jury and even then I doubt the picture would be that clear. I don’t envy them in the slightest…

cheif – WTF? punctuate much?

🙂

Another shout-out for the person-centred approach, although a good therapist will pivot between varying ‘methods’ of counselling as and when various issues arise.

I’d also add that your closest friends aren’t necessarily the best people to help with deep-seated issues and other pathologies simply because they have already formed an opinion of you etc which can ultimately cloud their repsonse/judgement.

One last thing – never be afraid to admit and severe a client/therapist relationship that doesn’t feel ‘right’. It’s not unheard of for folk to not get along together regardless of relationship. Move on if it goes nowhere. A little ditty I like:-

Therapy fails when the mirror that is the therapist turns opaque.

Indeed, it was mentioned in every report I heard yesterday.

“…still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest…”

As a nipper around the age of 7/8 years old I used to draw superhero suits with similar but smaller ‘wings’ in theory enabling the user to leap from a building without harm. As I got older and wiser I realised it was not only highly improbably that it would actually slow me down by any significant amount, but that kicking bad guys in the face was actually impossible with a wedge of material a la Hammer hanging between your legs…

In a converstaion with a few friends last night I said something very similar to you, Cougar but gathered myself together enough to realise that if I knew a little less about his lifestyle and in particular his sexual orientation, I doubt very much I’d have opened my gob in such a presumptuous fashion.

He does like to cane the gange a bit and why not…

I wish I knew who I was.

Be a good way to go, no…?

You’re a wrong ‘un but not for the reasons you state.

Topov = Karlos BTW

Superb!

Watched a programme on this stuff last year sometime and I’ve gotta say it’s one of, if not the most exhilarating things I’ve seen over the last decade or so as far as extreme sports go and I most definitely want to have a go. If I hadn’t been recovering from an op and various injuries this year it would have been on the cards.

I mean…what a ***kin’ rush that would be…

Ed. Not to mention being able to wear a carbon fibre helmet.

Would ya…?

Again, the bloody awful Beatles with Lady Madonna. Close call – it was Celebrations by ol’ Wrinkly Neck soon after.

I doubt whether anyone was actually listening to much as that nice chap Martin Luther King was whacked on the same day…

Surely all’s even since that cocky short fella nudged the ball with his arm way back when…

Although not being shown now, How actually made it to How 2 until sometime in the 2000s and was then carried forward under the guise of something else using the same presenters if my memory serves correctly. So technically you’re correct, Project but it did have a degree of longevity by comparison. That strange, almost immortal Fred Dinenage appeared in both of the How programmes but not the re-named show.

I expect to see him fighting a Kurgan-like figure on a rooftop sometime soon…

Bagpuss…

Moyles…

Indeed, my short and dirty friend, I now recall using it in such a fashion, too. A very versatile little gesture was the chinny.

On things being scary – Bagpuss was actually quite an intimidating beast if you took into account the size of his bloody great gob; terrifying to a small child. Chris Moyles does a good impersonation of the Terror Cat just by existing and we all know that he ate some of the mice when the cameras were turned off. Bagpuss that is, not Moyles…

Edited for the awful spelling of the cat’s name.

I’m sure Blue Peter made a Blakes 7 wrist thingamajig once, probably based on an old bog roll.

And snake belts – fantastic memory recall there. That one almost slipped off into the unconscious until I read that. For some reason I seem to associate that memory with the dawn of the Chinny; a facial expression whereby one would shove one’s tongue inbetween the lower teeth and lip forcing the chin area to expand thus creating a look that, although purporting to be a Bruce Forsyth impression, was actually an outright implication that the recipient was a lying git.

Disgraceful behaviour and bare-faced BS.

I let myself watch far too much of that performance and was left with an overwhelming urge to shove what would clealy have been his own rather sweaty socks down his throat and choke him to the point of death, remove them and repeat until satisfied.

Properly good deeds performed under the guise of selflessness and a wide and genuine smile. Doesn’t have to be anyone I know; the acts are what make me all warm inside…

Mr. Benn.

Although I think Quantum Leap was kind of like Mr. Benn for big boys, but with a message…

Comparing what I’m reading here with my own experience I reckon it must depend on what shoe/boot you’re after.

I’m a size 7 exactly on my right foot and just over a half-size smaller on my left. I opted for a pair of Quests in size 7.5 (a foolish web order) but regreted it within miles of proper walking as opposed to simply wearing them around the house; they were much too small, even on my smaller foot, which was especially uncomfortable when descending as my toe bumped the front of the boot which would not only cause a callous given enough time but would also damage the GTX lining (not that it functions that well anyway). I’ve ended up buying a pair of 8.5 which are just right – nice and roomy on the toe box and snug in the heel area. Also bear in mind that I prefer to wear base layer socks as opposed to the thicker type of walking sock that many folk go for and you’ll get an idea of the weird sizing of some of their range and I know I’m not alone with that experience.

My suggestion is to try them on rather than gamble on getting a good fit by guessing/asking on a forum.

Loving the hearth, WEJ. Personally would’ve been inclined to hide that massive pile of bongo, though…

Keep ’em. Nowt wrong with a bit of retro…

Hardly, STR. Nothing in my post was meant for you, merely how an Englishman would respond in such circumstances.

Now, I believe that is truly being hoisted by ones’ own petard.

8)

Kind of…

“You, sir, are a cad…!” is how a true Englishman would have retorted.

Ah, my mistake. Far too many Ratboys around for my liking, including those folk one sees that get referred to as Ratboy usually due to some inappropriate facial hair and skinny, muscle-free form, but are infact named something entirely different.

Hey ho…