Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[atdc21]

hehe, i only put em in now for fun.

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I would think the scale ratio between size of car, and speed of car was not proportionate, if that makes sense,

Yes it does because the weights would be all wrong for a start.

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hehe, i only put em in now for fun.

While we're on the subject of pedantry- I was helping my mate Dave the JCB man again today and we were moving a crush feeder.(Looks like a long metal gate) It had a bend in the middle so Dave asked me to lay it in front of the tractor so that he could run over it and "bend it straight"

That got me thinking. Is it possible to bend something straight?

[atdc21]

i suppose it is, youare using the act of 'bending' to straighten something.
Sounds a very interesting man , your Dave, and all his stuff.

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We cleared a few decades worth of work detritus today.

Well Dave drove the tractor, I floundered around in the nettles and brambles, loaded the trailer and did the roping up.

I have a great lorry-man's hitch.

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[atdc21]

Great stuff Tom, nice job of the roping. Half hitch, when i was repairing lorries, the trailers were mostly flatbeds, and gradually curtain siders came into use. I thought i wa the dogs whatsits once i learnt to do that knot. You cant half smack yer knuckles tho if it gives way on the 'pull down' part of it !!   hehe double exclamation.

[tikay]

^^^^

This thread is dead to me.       

[atdc21]

OOOPS - Rumbled.

[booder]

I don't mind cutting the grass, not so keen on having to do it twice weekly past month due to the weather.

Not fussed about sheds, even though i have two, just get filled to the brim with stuff.

Would love to have a decent log cabin with pool table/gym in though

Now you're talking.

Room for a poker table and a fridge.

That's not a shed. That's a man cave.

This weeks episode of Grand Designs had a proper man cave.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3255035/Former-businessman-MS-spends-100-000-single-handedly-carving-CAVE-dream-house-bizarre-Grand-Designs-episode-yet.html

[Rod Paradise]

I don't mind cutting the grass, not so keen on having to do it twice weekly past month due to the weather.

Not fussed about sheds, even though i have two, just get filled to the brim with stuff.

Would love to have a decent log cabin with pool table/gym in though

Now you're talking.

Room for a poker table and a fridge.

That's not a shed. That's a man cave.

This weeks episode of Grand Designs had a proper man cave.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3255035/Former-businessman-MS-spends-100-000-single-handedly-carving-CAVE-dream-house-bizarre-Grand-Designs-episode-yet.html

That looks amazing. Will need to watch it on more 4!!

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My first ever game of snooker was in 1969 at the Brynmawr Snooker Club in Wales. I was 11 years old.

My memories of that evening are a mixed bag. Some parts are hazy, others are pin sharp. For example I remember being there with my dad and his friend, but I don't recall who that was. I know my younger brother Tracy was there too. Tracy and I were not allowed to play, we were to sit quietly on a long wooden bench and sip our mugs of Oxo. In my minds eye, I can still see the snooker room in perfect detail.

Unlike the bright, spacious, piped music, slot machined establishments of today, snooker clubs, or 'billiard halls' back then were dark and quiet. There was the odd dim bulb hanging by a cord from an invisible ceiling, and another even dimmer one over each score board. The only real light was the one that came slanting down in a bright yellow wedge from beneath the shade over the table. It made the surrounding gloom seem even darker, and the tables appear to be floating in space.

Watching a game was like watching a movie screen, all the action took place within the confines of that bright oblong. Colored balls rolled across the the green baize, smoke from cigarettes placed on the rail curled lazily upwards, faces appeared as players bent to take a shot, and then faded away as they stood up and stepped back.

There was virtually no sound other than the clink of the balls and the hum of quiet conversation. To me, sitting on the wooden bench with my mug of Oxo, it was the most grown up, exciting and sophisticated thing I had ever seen. I was totally captivated.

Something happened. I have no idea what it was but it must have been pretty important because suddenly my dad was explaining to me that he and his mate had to leave for a while and that we were to wait here until he returned, no matter how long that was. Seconds after that, Tracy and I were alone on the bench.

I remember being scared. I was in a totally alien environment and my dad's behavior was completely out of character. I looked across at Tracy. He was chewing the collar of his duffle coat. A sure sign that tears were not far away.

If I'd had a duffle coat, I would have been chewing it too.

[Karabiner]

Were the lights still on and the clock running for the table?

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Were the lights still on and the clock running for the table?

Yes.

[mulhuzz]

Carry on!

You haven't even potted a ball yet, and we want to know where your dad and his mate went!

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There's a herd of longhorn cattle that lives near us. This one is my favorite.

I call her Ginger Spike.

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