I must admit, I liked epicsteve’s link for about 10 seconds. Almost looked like Drugstore but then the music started.

We need chewkw to post his opinion.

(no…we really don’t need chewkw)

I’m happy to stand in for the day if you like. I have similar levels of passion but can’t quite match the bursts of random towering rage, and my keyboard stamina is not what it was.

Really though, this thread does need someone to intervene on behalf of music that hasn’t been poo-ed out of a hipster’s beard.

This is all really, really bad. All of it. Always on the lookout for new music but all of this is terrible. It’s music for people who don’t really like music.

Took me two counsellors to see workable results. The second was infuriating and always asked, “Well, what do we want to do today?” I always wanted to say, “Well that’s your **** job”.

But after about eight sessions, she finally came up with a plan based on the preceding sessions and I saw the light. It still works and I don’t even have to think about it these days – it’s ingrained. Hang in there.

Cheaper from back country navigator pro app. About £7 for full 1:25000 mapping of the UK. Allows route planning and if you download the areas you need before you go, no need for signal – works off gps.

It really doesn’t matter. Dogs are incredibly adaptable so you can rely on him to be the product of his environment from this point onward.

Our rescue was a total nervous wreck, hated people with hats / sticks / faces and was aggressive towards the entire world. Within a few months of showing him that the world is mostly OK, he turned into the best dog ever, and he still is, aged 10 :-)

Like Cheshirecat, I’m feckless when it comes to DIY and also managed to fit new innards to my cistern. Was a pain in the arris due to almost total lack of access (very tight space) but easy enough to do. I removed the spiral bit from the water feed pipe thingie – it’s supposed to make the toilet quieter when refilling but all it does is make the whole process longer and it gets furred up with limescale round these ‘ere parts.

Offroad to park
Carry out photoshoot
Repeat most days
:-)

Need an excuse to take bikes? Family ride to Wallington Hall – free entry if you arrive by bike.

Not any more sadly – they’ve stopped that policy, which is a pity.

Perhaps unrelated but my dad emailed me today complaining that every time he tries to call me, he gets an increasingly less polite stranger on the other end. Just checked and my mobile’s working from my home phone.

The plot thickens…

Frank – have sent her an email but she’ll probably think it’s spam because I attached a screen grab of the receipt :-D

As above ^^^ – first thing I did!

Can only imagine how good it must be to hear such hopeful news. A reverse punch in the stomach sort of feeling :-)

Sit her down, force her to put a written plan together (small goals to start with) and give her one more week. If she has a plan, goals and a finite amount of time, it may help galvanise her. Not sure it’s fair to say that someone brings mental health problems on themselves but equally understand the frustration.

…currently in therapy

What does your therapist say about all of this? If you’ve been with them for a couple of years, they’ll know you better than you know yourself. Give them a call.

Post Office, Bukowski.

Anything by Zola and I reckon Rogue Male by Household just about sneaks into the ‘Classics’ genre.

I have a few left over from a teenage collection. As for using them, don’t bother – the film is pretty much unavailable unless you’re willing to cut down 120 roll film yourself. Just enjoy them as ornaments :-)

Same route as MrSmith but A levels instead of btec and weddings / dogs instead of commercial stuff.

Wholeheartedly agree with the above but I did learn a lot from forums whilst at uni. Photo books did it for me – I couldn’t quite believe the books available to borrow for free from the Edinburgh art and design library. Had to buy a bigger rucksack to get some of them back home.

I always felt I was missing out somehow by not getting excited about bikes, even as a young’un.

I bought a bike, nursed it along until it completely failed, then bought another (usually 2nd hand) bike.

These days, like a few others in the thread, I mostly ride one bike – a modified, fully rigid, 26″ wheeled Kona with cantis brakes. I do have other bikes but use them only when necessary.

munkyboy, what are you printing?

Canon is good if you want photo quality. HP is fine if you want supermarket quality documents (I have a £30 Asda special) but for everything else, I outsource.

And let’s face it, most back doors don’t even have a **** letterbox :-(

Bring back hanging.

Nah, but that’s a fair cop innit. Well over the limit – doesn’t matter if it’s a school for baby robins or a war zone.

As above ^^^ suck it up.

Wow. So you go; right, right, right then straight ahead instead of just left?! I’ll do it if everyone else does too. Oh wait, “…and most people are likely only to change their driving style if they personally benefit”.

And there’s the rub. Even though it’s (possibly) beneficial, people will generally do their own thing.

You could shove dogshit through someones letterbox

Only the front door though, obvs.

And in time-honoured fashion, “Where’s my **** hover-board?”.

No computer programme can account for local knowledge, personal ways of working and the fact that the delivery entrance might not be at the front of the building.

This ^^^ and add to that, that if you have a delivery to make on a main road with double yellows, in the middle of a time-strapped day,you’re on a sticky wicket.

Slightly OT but me and my mate set fire to an abandoned church when we were 11. Imagine our surprise when it literally exploded a few minutes later.

The police turned up whilst we were amusing ourselves in the warehouse next door, flying about atop old cable drums. He got done, I ran away.

Back when I was a Parcel Force driver, we had to load the vans ourselves and put together our own delivery list. If there was an app which could sort all that out I’d happily pay for it out of my wages and have an extra cup of tea at 6a.m.

jagain – Member
I would suspect on the whole the 50s were when people were happiest.

That’s because we had hope. These days, we’ve realised this is as good as it gets and it’s mostly still a lukewarm bucket of poo.

Daily. A mate of mine’s dad worked like a Trojan in the oil industry (executive position) so that he could retire at 65.

He retired with a shed load of money and a new yacht waiting in the Caribbean. Dropped dead a week before flying out from Aberdeen.

Don’t **** about – Do it while you still can.

Not so much as a bottle of the good stuff from the owner though?!

Robert Macfarlane’s Landscapes is about as relaxing and therapeutic as it gets. A stream of consciousness voiced by a mellow-toned gent describing various colloquial terms for things like, “…the tunnels running under hedges made by badgers”. Every dialect from The Outer Hebrides to Cornwall. He’s fairly done his research and is unstinting in his verbal generosity.

A magical and beautiful book. Get well soon :-)

Plus 1 Daysoft. Cheap and incredibly comfortable compared to Specsavers. Been using them for five years with no issues.

Four absolutely massive pipes from a church pipe organ. They were laid out waiting for the scrap man, so technically it was recycling. Couldn’t get a note out of them.

Slightly OT, but this thread reminded me of being 24, cycling through The Pyrenees with my mates. We hit a 20 mile on-road section and caught up with a tractor buzzing along at a decent speed.

Like a ****, I attached a bungee to my bars, cycled as close as I dared to the tractor and hooked the other end onto the rear arm. How I rejoiced as I got towed along, two feet away from a lethal spikey bit of metal.

A passing driver gesticulated at the tractor and the annoyed farmer started to raise the machinery lifting my front wheel in the air. Managed to unhook myself seconds before disaster. Took it a bit easy for the rest of the day…

I was watching A Walk in the Woods the other night, which is an account of Bill Bryson failing to finish The Appalachian Trail – 2180 miles from Georgia to Maine. Spent the whole film thinking it looked perfect for cycling…

Edit: quick Google says no bikes but there is a Great Divide Trail on dirt roads.

I’m lucky insomuchas I have two very different fathers, both still plodding along today. Stepdad (from the age of three) is ex navy, very strict, distant but knowledgeable. Bit of a rock.

Didn’t see a huge amount of my biological dad growing up but when I did stay with him it was all folk festivals, vegan parties, Friends of the Earth meetings and all manner of insane multicultural experiences. Chalk and cheese.

I used to love my Merrel slip on shoes – comfy for all day wear amd no need to bend down.

Vibram soles to make you feel better and everything…

This thread reminded me of Billy Connolly’s quote in ‘What We Did On Our Holiday’. He’s terminally ill and explaining his imminent death to a child:

I used to tickle him and he’d go, “No, no, no!” Then when I was finished, he’d go, “More, more, more, more!” Which sums up exactly how I feel about living.

Not CRC but Amazon sent me an expensive wallpaper steamer instead of a bottle of malt whisky :evil:

After a lot of wasted breath, they finally refunded me and told me to keep the steamer. Anyone want a wallpaper steamer?