Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

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Mrs Red doesn't mess about, she organised a private screening.

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[outragous76]

I didnt really expect anyone to get it, just trying to highlight how subtle something can be at how "it isnt there unless you know" kinda thing

Building 2 is concrete framed and the cavity walls span between floors (and concrete ring beam). For aesthetics rather than have a concrete ring beam showing, they use a "brick slip" which is stuck (adhered) to the concrete surface, so that the brickwork looks continuous (it is just the cut face of a brick).

So in this scenario, there is no "defect" - ie. a visible sign of the problem. However, due to their propensity to just pop off at will, thay are now considered a "deleterious material". If you miss this on a survey it can be a huge issue. Even if none have popped of - you are still in the wrong for not pointing out the potential problem.  However, going back to my point earlier, you cant just say "they might be there". There are signs to look for (obvioulsy).

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We could never have got it, but the explanation was interesting.

We would have spotted these.

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[outragous76]

(you may have covered this so sorry if so)

Do you shoot Tom? Do you have guns (PM me that if you need to :0) )

I am a weird one in the shooting world, in that I was introduced to clay pigeon shooting first. I have never graduated to live things. I have a philosophy that if I was going to eat it (or it was genuine pest control), id gladly do it, but as I dont, I dont shoot living things.

I havent shot properly for years and it really is one of my few regrets that I didnt try to get to get as good as I was able. When I was 17-22 I used to shoot twice weekly, and came 4th in the BUSA national championships. My career really got in the way of that. I used to make a 3 hour round trip to shoot on Sundays when I was in London, but i just couldnt keep it up #chasingwomenonasaturdaynight!

[celtic]

Nice shoes Tom.

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(you may have covered this so sorry if so)

Do you shoot Tom? Do you have guns (PM me that if you need to :0) )

I am a weird one in the shooting world, in that I was introduced to clay pigeon shooting first. I have never graduated to live things. I have a philosophy that if I was going to eat it (or it was genuine pest control), id gladly do it, but as I dont, I dont shoot living things.

I havent shot properly for years and it really is one of my few regrets that I didnt try to get to get as good as I was able. When I was 17-22 I used to shoot twice weekly, and came 4th in the BUSA national championships. My career really got in the way of that. I used to make a 3 hour round trip to shoot on Sundays when I was in London, but i just couldnt keep it up #chasingwomenonasaturdaynight!

I used to shoot quite a bit Guy. Years ago I owned and trained gun-dogs, and my dad bred working strain labradors. This opened the door to some excellent shooting opportunities on land we would never otherwise have had access to.

We used to walk the land (No driven pheasant for us, not our bag) and eat what we shot.

I got into clay shooting after meeting a bloke called Brian Topliss who was an Olympic standard shot and actually ran his own shoot at Ollerton in Nottingham.

Modesty aside, I was something of a natural, quickly reaching a decent standard. My best discipline was skeet.

After the Hungerford massacre in 1987, the Firearms laws were tightened considerably, making it almost impossible for someone with no fixed abode to obtain or renew a shotgun licence.

This, coupled with one or two other issues, caused me to surrender mine.

I don't think I've fired a shotgun since, other than to euthanize a sick animal.

 

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Nice shoes Tom.

Yes. Light tan suits me.

[celtic]

Nice shoes Tom.

Yes. Light tan suits me.

Sigh, too good.

[outragous76]

(you may have covered this so sorry if so)

Do you shoot Tom? Do you have guns (PM me that if you need to :0) )

I am a weird one in the shooting world, in that I was introduced to clay pigeon shooting first. I have never graduated to live things. I have a philosophy that if I was going to eat it (or it was genuine pest control), id gladly do it, but as I dont, I dont shoot living things.

I havent shot properly for years and it really is one of my few regrets that I didnt try to get to get as good as I was able. When I was 17-22 I used to shoot twice weekly, and came 4th in the BUSA national championships. My career really got in the way of that. I used to make a 3 hour round trip to shoot on Sundays when I was in London, but i just couldnt keep it up #chasingwomenonasaturdaynight!

I used to shoot quite a bit Guy. Years ago I owned and trained gun-dogs, and my dad bred working strain labradors. This opened the door to some excellent shooting opportunities on land we would never otherwise have had access to.

We used to walk the land (No driven pheasant for us, not our bag) and eat what we shot.

I got into clay shooting after meeting a bloke called Brian Topliss who was an Olympic standard shot and actually ran his own shoot at Ollerton in Nottingham.

Modesty aside, I was something of a natural, quickly reaching a decent standard. My best discipline was skeet.

After the Hungerford massacre in 1987, the Firearms laws were tightened considerably, making it almost impossible for someone with no fixed abode to obtain or renew a shotgun licence.

This, coupled with one or two other issues, caused me to surrender mine.

I don't think I've fired a shotgun since, other than to euthanize a sick animal.

 

I thought you would shoot, and wondered how you would have a gun. It would technically be impossible for you to store. I had problems due to the fact i rented but managed to get them to accept me leaving my gun with a friend (but laready had my licence at that point).

I was lucky that I started young (14) and i too felt like it came naturally.

Its a real shame you havent had chance since

[Bongo]

I used to specialise in felling difficult or dangerous trees, and I ran an advert which guaranteed that my quote wouldn't be the cheapest.

Reminds me of a summer job I used to have - the MD there never wanted to be the cheapest and had a poem framed on his wall - I've forgotten the exact words which is a shame - but the jist of it was it was better to pay too much than too little because the risk is far less.

[Geo the Sarge]

(you may have covered this so sorry if so)

Do you shoot Tom? Do you have guns (PM me that if you need to :0) )

I am a weird one in the shooting world, in that I was introduced to clay pigeon shooting first. I have never graduated to live things. I have a philosophy that if I was going to eat it (or it was genuine pest control), id gladly do it, but as I dont, I dont shoot living things.

I havent shot properly for years and it really is one of my few regrets that I didnt try to get to get as good as I was able. When I was 17-22 I used to shoot twice weekly, and came 4th in the BUSA national championships. My career really got in the way of that. I used to make a 3 hour round trip to shoot on Sundays when I was in London, but i just couldnt keep it up #chasingwomenonasaturdaynight!

Sorry Guy, I lolled

You can get medicines for that now.

Geo

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Today's track.







I love this old footage. Looking at old pgotographs and film is like having a time machine, and if you're old enough, you can imagine yourself in the past looking at the present.

It's like for instance, looking at Elvis performing, or watching President Kennedy before the gunman fired and then being able to fast forward in your mind to see how it turned out for them, and yet in that footage, at that time, no one knew.

Admittedly these are tragic examples, I used them because everyone is familiar with them, but you could just as easily use a picture of a young Obama. It turned out pretty good for him, so far...







One day, people will look at pictures of us and they will know how our lives turned out.

I'm a bit weird in the mornings sometimes, so if this makes no sense at all, try re-reading after a glass or two of wine or a spliff

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My dad used to recite the first lines of this poem, although I'm sure he didn't know anything of it's origin. Nether did I until I looked it up this morning.

It was by a man called Robert Herrick, a poet and clergyman born in Cheapside London in the the 1600s.

It was was meant reminded young women that beauty is fleeting.




To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

[david3103]

I used to specialise in felling difficult or dangerous trees, and I ran an advert which guaranteed that my quote wouldn't be the cheapest.

Reminds me of a summer job I used to have - the MD there never wanted to be the cheapest and had a poem framed on his wall - I've forgotten the exact words which is a shame - but the jist of it was it was better to pay too much than too little because the risk is far less.

This ring any bells?
“There is nothing in the world that some man cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and he who considers price only is that man's lawful prey.” John Ruskin

he also said “In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed: they must be fit for it; they must not do too much of it; and they must have a sense of success in it.”

and

“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.”

wise bloke eh?

[david3103]

On the subject of quotes and poems and with some reference to 'Gather ye Rosebuds'

Andrew Marvell's "To a coy Mistress"

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

        But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

        Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

There's a real bite in the second stanza