I'm now feeling guilty (well, a little bit) for having finished on Wednesday
with much feasting and ribaldry at the
annual company bunfight.
Enjoy Christmas if you get time! Don't forget, hard work never did anyone any
I don't know what you're all so excited about. It's just a long weekend but
with no shops open and loads of traffic before and after as everyone seems
to hurl themselves lemming like onto the roads.
The TV is mostly infantile rubbish.
The weather is too cold to really enjoy working in the workshop.
The TV is full of sunny holiday adverts so that I feel even more depressed.
Every charity seems to want money.
All of this and I'm expected to be cheerful at home and stuff myself silly
with over rich food.
Roll on 2005 and normality.
Work! I would almost rather be there.
There's no one to moan at me.
The internet link is faster than here.
There are some good technical books to read and I can get on with some
interesting engineering stuff.
When one passes a certain age, the Old Greyback can only take so much food,
company, booze and television. Not that there was a lot on the box, for
God's sake - comes to summut when Shrek is the best thing on all Christmas
Day. It *was* funny though, I only watched it out of boredom, but it had a
lot of good lines for adults. like when Snow White arrives on his kitchen
table the line to the dwarves was "Get the dead broad OFF the table!"
Anyway, I managed to get an engine going today on the basis I've a crank up
to go to tomorrow morning & needed to make sure it started OK. I chose the
little Barnard W10 as it was already in the garden in a plastic sack and
didn't need to be carried so far as the T300 etc that live indoors! I put
some petrol into the completely dry tank, turned the tap on, walked into the
garage to get the string-and-stick, wrapped it round the pulley and it quite
literally fired as it went over the first compression and continued to do
so. I hadn't even put the choke on.
Not bad, it must be six months since I started it last. I lugged it into the
boot of the Mazda and am so all set for the morrow. Frankly, I was hoping it
would have been a BIT more of a struggle, so I could get me 'ands dirty -
still, mustn't grumble ...
If anyone in the locality of the Old Down Inn at Emborough, the Wessex SEC
has its annual Mince Pie Crank Up. There is usually a good turn out and the
pies are hot!
All politicians are like nappies . . . . .
You need to change them regularly - and for the same reason.
Agree about Shrek, though I had a rare treat on Christmas Morning: got up
at 08:00 & checked the tape ( I have a digibox plus topupTV which shows
Home & leisure from 06:00-12:00 each day & there's normally some fishing
programmes to scan thro') ----- 6 whole hours of building a 4X4 caught on
tape. Managed to watch a solid hour & a half before Christmas Day started
in the home & thers loads left for the rest of the hol!!!
email@example.com John Lloyd - Cymru/Wales
Come on you Sad O's,
Ive just had two days being pampered by my Sister and her Family on
Christmas Day and then by my Sister in Law for Boxing Day, also my wife's
Birthday, the rest and not over eating has done me good. I now have a DVD
Writer to install into my Computer and a Photo printer to set up and a week
to get my trolley finished to mount my Lister L on.
On New Years Day a mate and I are going to walk from Holt to Weybourne on
the North Norfolk Railway find a Pub force a pint and a sandwich and have a
steam train ride. Its not that cold, its all in the mind once your are
working on a project you wont notice.
Happy New Year you cheerful Buggers :-))
It is significant if like me you collect containers of a flammable
substance, sometimes kept under pressure, for the purposes of cooking
material in a field. Other than stationary engines I have a large collection
of Camping Stoves.
I could really dislike cheerful sods like you.
Yes it really is that cold. At least it is in my workshop.
My wife is like you, all happy and full of festive sprit. Why she can't
leave me alone I don't know. I've told her, I'm happy when I'm miserable but
she won't be said.
Anyway, it'll soon be over thank goodness. The only problem is that it all
happens again next year. Oh joy.
A quote on the radio on Christmas Day, "Unfortunately Christmas is
compulsary and like a bad thunder storm we have to get through it together."
As for the "full of spirit bit", Ive been doing the driving so have'nt
started yet :-))
Serves me bloody right it does! All my life I've avoided hubris - the
overweening pride the God's abhor. Yesterday, I dragged out my Barnard W10
& it fired and ran straightaway after being sat in the garden in a plastic
sack for six months..
Today, I take it to the Wessex crank up, it would not start and when it
finally spluttered into life, it then ran perfectly for about an hour as
though it had absoluely nothing wrong.
Then it stopped when I turned my back - and would it start again? Would it
Never mind, I saw Arthur Griffin who was kind enough to bring my mass driver
over from Wales that I bought off e-bay ages ago. Mike Hodge, Duncan
Laidlaw, Mike Jennings and several others - including the redoubtable Philip
T-E just as I was packing up in disgust to go home early. It was a nice
little party if somewhat chilly, the icy puddles still being frozen solid at
I also picked up a couple of 12V electrically-operated hydraulic rams for a
fiver each and - of all things - a WW2 Wermacht 12 Volt/300 Volt rotary
converter - woo-hoo!
Off to daughter's for the afternoon and so home to play with the mass
Gotta take yer pleasures where you can find 'em ...
A bit OT, but sort of on the theme of seasonal pleasures, Santa
brought me an old book by Eddie Condon (US jazz musician & distillers'
friend) in which he refers at one point to getting himself
'half-soled'. We have lots of euphemisms for being drunk or under the
influence, I hadn't come across this before though there is a much
cruder expression which sounds similar. Is this/was this a usual
expression? 'half cut' is common enough, I suppose you have to have
your soles 'half cut' to get your shoes half soled. Don't suppose
cobblers do that any more, do they (the remaining few)?
No-one's told us yet, Tim :-(
I think it is a sort of linear electric motor for throwing rocks with
appreciable iron content or suitable cladding, cf. "The Moon is a harsh
mistress" by Robert A. Heinlein.
"We throw rocks. Big ones."
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