anyone tried this out?

[AndrewT]

Hi and thanks for agreeing to take part in this trial by being the dude wot gives the boys the juice and takes the measurements and stuff.

I can't tell you what we're investigating to maintain the scientific integrity of the data you collect. You might conciously or subconciously influence the 8 dudes as to which test we're hypothesising they perform differently on.

In the other room you'll find a crate of beetroots, a juicer and a bottle of kiora.

Wtf

That was my favourite game on The Crystal Maze.

[Jon MW]

kin

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/160082.php
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/8186947.stm

small sample size though

8 people!?!?!?

Why do they even bother?

[thetank]

Another possible problem is that the beetroot round was first. Possible that the volunteers felt more competitive as they didn't know what the gig was, maybe they thought there would be some sort of comparisom made between them and the other people who were taking the trial, so they tried that little bit harder.
When that didn't happen, the second time they came in, they knew there was no magical league table to aim for the top of, or keep of the bottom of, that it wasn't like the go-karting where after you finish you look up at the computer screen and see everyone's lap times, there's no incentive to put in every last bit of effort.

Although to be fair, it probably is true that beetroot juice is better for you than Kiora.

Say nitrates, wear white coats and publish.

[thetank]

kin

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/160082.php
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/8186947.stm

small sample size though

8 people!?!?!?

Why do they even bother?

undergraduate coursework?

[gatso]

Another possible problem is that the beetroot round was first. Possible that the volunteers felt more competitive as they didn't know what the gig was, maybe they thought there would be some sort of comparisom made between them and the other people who were taking the trial, so they tried that little bit harder.
When that didn't happen, the second time they came in, they knew there was no magical league table to aim for the top of, or keep of the bottom of, that it wasn't like the go-karting where after you finish you look up at the computer screen and see everyone's lap times, there's no incentive to put in every last bit of effort.

Although to be fair, it probably is true that beetroot juice is better for you than Kiora.

Say nitrates, wear white coats and publish.

maybe the beetroot actually reduced their stamina long term so by the time they got to the kia ora round they were well shit at cycling

[thetank]

I tried it but I think some of the juice I bought was past its sell by date. It didn't end well, I'll spare you the details because...

(someone take care of the punchline plz)

...nobody likes to hear bad beet stories.

 

[BAM]

Sid>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>bedi

[Cottonbud]

I tried it but I think some of the juice I bought was past its sell by date. It didn't end well, I'll spare you the details because...

(someone take care of the punchline plz)

...nobody likes to hear bad beet stories.

 

love it!

[StuartHopkin]

I tried it but I think some of the juice I bought was past its sell by date. It didn't end well, I'll spare you the details because...

(someone take care of the punchline plz)

...nobody likes to hear bad beet stories.

 

love it!

Lol

Normally an amazing poster

That takes it though! Stunning.

As you say, kids here is an example of how to post on forums....

[titaniumbean]

That's a win and a half!!! 

[El Sid]

Regard to all, once again have the site all to myself at 7.30 am.  Managed an hour and a half in the sea this morning, half an hour of power stroke, do follow my own advice and the beetroot juice seems to work for me. Maybe if a few of you who train regularly give it a shot, we might be able to see if there's a tangible difference. Good turn out for the side game at the Rendezvous last night, this might be the last Hurrah here, if you get the pun. If they never fixed those toxic carzies this week it bodes ill for the place, it's a shame as we have all had some wonderful times here, hope I'm wrong and the place continues to exist. Just squeezed into the money, great game, jokers to the left of me clowns to the right, four bettors destroying five bettors, players dropping like flies. If I had to categorise the game, it was a night of embarrasing show downs. Never criticise anyone in particular's game, but if the game continues along these lines it has to all go to hell in a bucket. They should re-name the game I'm a better thief than you. Having said that, there was a lot of bon-homme, I got to sing "How about you" To an internet lady with a voice deeper than Pavaroties,
long enought to convince her to lay down her hand. (Thank Heavens).  As my critics will tell you, got lucky again, can't play to save his life, total tosser. Somebody asked me why I was called El Sid, I explained that like the legendary Cid, Rodrigo de Tryano, who was strapped to a horse to lead a cavalry charge when he was dead. I play so few hands that other players at the table think I'm dead. Was eventually destroyed by getting that famous crap hand AK twice on the trot, once agains AJ, J first card out, and once against ~A something suited. The lady, and I say that with some hesitation, flopped the nut flush, Cheerio El Sid.  Luck evens out and it's the nature of the game, but had a good time meeting up with people that I don't see very often.   
                         

[El Sid]

During the Break, Met up with Martin Green and a few of his pals. Martin was on his way to Hove dogs, he explained that he was going to back the 2 dog in the first race, and the 3 dog in the second race. I asked him why he wasn't backing the 4 dog in the third race and he explaiined that Mick the Electric said it was a dodge with a dairy about it. Then Flushy approached with a gold bracelet hanging off his left ear, I made out that I hadn't noticed, he walked around behind me and re-appeared with the bracelet hanging from his right ear, once again, I made like nothing was happening, later on in the toxic carzie, where you have to hold your breath for as long as it takes, because of the putrid smell of urine, he was trying to dangle the bracelet off the end of his water feature, I told him it wasn't a good idea and he put it back into his pocket. Once we returned to more pleasent surroundings of the foyer, up pops Dave Shallow, I asked why he was called Dubai and he said it was because he always played the Q8, I made some passing reference to LOL and UAE, and they then introduced me to Mr. Richard Trigg. Could understand why he has such a high opinion of himself, the fellow is a walking babe magnet, two girls sitting nearby looked as if they could devour him. Can't complain though pleasent little win will mean that I can shop at Asda next week instead of Aldi.

[RED-DOG]

Regard to all, once again have the site all to myself at 7.30 am. 

Managed an hour and a half in the sea this morning, half an hour of power stroke, do follow my own advice and the beetroot juice seems to work for me. Maybe if a few of you who train regularly give it a shot, we might be able to see if there's a tangible difference.

Good turn out for the side game at the Rendezvous last night, this might be the last Hurrah here, if you get the pun. If they never fixed those toxic carzies this week it bodes ill for the place, it's a shame as we have all had some wonderful times here, hope I'm wrong and the place continues to exist.

Just squeezed into the money, great game, jokers to the left of me clowns to the right, four bettors destroying five bettors, players dropping like flies. If I had to categorise the game, it was a night of embarrasing show downs. Never criticise anyone in particular's game, but if the game continues along these lines it has to all go to hell in a bucket. They should re-name the game I'm a better thief than you. Having said that, there was a lot of bon-homme, I got to sing "How about you" To an internet lady with a voice deeper than Pavaroties,long enought to convince her to lay down her hand. (Thank Heavens). 

As my critics will tell you, got lucky again, can't play to save his life, total tosser. Somebody asked me why I was called El Sid, I explained that like the legendary Cid, Rodrigo de Tryano, who was strapped to a horse to lead a cavalry charge when he was dead. I play so few hands that other players at the table think I'm dead. Was eventually destroyed by getting that famous crap hand AK twice on the trot, once agains AJ, J first card out, and once against ~A something suited. The lady, and I say that with some hesitation, flopped the nut flush, Cheerio El Sid.  Luck evens out and it's the nature of the game, but had a good time meeting up with people that I don't see very often.   
                         

Hello Mr Sid. Great postage, long may it continue.


I hope you don't mind, but while quoting your excellent post, I've taken the liberty of braking it down into smaller paragraphs to enhance it's readability.

What do you think?

[boldie]

I tried it but I think some of the juice I bought was past its sell by date. It didn't end well, I'll spare you the details because...

(someone take care of the punchline plz)

...nobody likes to hear bad beet stories.

 

love it!

Lol

Normally an amazing poster

That takes it though! Stunning.

As you say, kids here is an example of how to post on forums....

I love Tank..that's simply stunning

[boldie]

To Kinboshi:  Note you are a photographer in Nottingham, Do you know Terry Cryer the legendary Jazz photographer from leeds, I was his darkroom assistant when he was starting out and won the feature photograher of the year in 1957. The photography game was much more complex then. My vocation was to go into Glamour photography as I was great friends with Tony Roberts who worked with Harrison Marks,
 I lived in Lisle Street in Soho and Mark's studio was around the corner in Gerrard Street. Marks used to pay me sweatshop wages to work in his darkroom but for a kid of 15 printing glamour photos was a labour of love. Look up Terry's site, his photographs sell for up to a grand a time.
Started working in Terry's darkroom at the age of eleven. Different game then, Also studied colour photography with John Vickers ( The Old Vic
of Photography ) he used to photograph all the stage sets in the west end. John was a master of lighting technigues and spent most of his time discussing the finer colours of the red wine he was drinking. Terry and his then wife Anne lived two doors away from me in Lisle Street, the house he lived in had some illusrtious charachters live there: Dickie Dawson who married Diana Dors, Bill Maynard the comedian and last but not least
Teddy Green who played Sam Welller in Pickwick. This was before Lisle Street became Chinatown and was famous for Army Surplus stores and
brothels, the girls were still on the street then as the laws didn't change until 1957. Very colourful time and amazing memories.

No, I'm not the photographer - the girlfriend is. 

Blatant "I'm batting well above my average again" brag IMO.