Tell us something really trivial about your life Volume 40
Discussion
Bobberoo said:
DickyC said:
Bobberoo said:
Excellent for fabrication, not so much for S130 stainless steel.
I'm just glad I can remember anything from my ill-fated apprenticeship. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SMS_S143
A leisurely start to the day for us, Mrs B has walked Asha, and now we're making plans for Narbeth, I think XTC sung a song about it...
A stroll, antique shops, a huge cheese shop, and I may have to pop into the place I buy whisky...before returning for hopefully another afternoon in the sun in the garden
A stroll, antique shops, a huge cheese shop, and I may have to pop into the place I buy whisky...before returning for hopefully another afternoon in the sun in the garden
hammo19 said:
DickyC said:
hammo19 said:
Morning Bobbers
We’re off to the Isle of Skye today so up early to continue preparations for the journey.
Speed, bonnie boat.We’re off to the Isle of Skye today so up early to continue preparations for the journey.
Or use the bridge. But that doesn't have a song to go with it, as far as I'm aware.
As long as you don't mind getting properly stuck in and having garlic parsley butter dripping off yer elbows.
I would definitely award a 5-Nom rating! Marvellous!
The perfect way to round off your Skye adventure, Hammo.
Guten Morgabend alle Trivmenschen!
I have glad tidings from ear oop norf on this fabulous Friday (Thankyou for the reminder, Hammo and Minions!):
The Sprinting Binmen've bin and emptied the Non-recyclable general waste (black) wheeliebins.
The blitzkrieg has resulted in a random scattering of bins everywhere, which will no doubt cause mayhem when all the Mummies and daddies arrive with little Jaaxxons and Tinkerbellas, looking for vacant pavement spaces to "park" their SUVs and Chelsea tractors starting anytime now.
It's a pity it's a bit too early for tucking into a big bag of popcorn to watch the ensuing mayhem!
This would be the perfect time for the green binmen to arrive!!!
Edited by glenrobbo on Friday 10th May 08:49
Kylesku Hotel Restaurant:
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-android-sa...
Ooooooh! This is what I chose: Langoustines skewered on a skein ddhu, with garlic parsley butter, chips and a fresh crusty roll. Nomliscious! 
Prior booking recommended.
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-android-sa...
Ooooooh! This is what I chose:
Langoustines skewered on a skein ddhu, with garlic parsley butter, chips and a fresh crusty roll. Nomliscious! Prior booking recommended.
I would like to apologise for my senior brain fade resulting in misinformation concerning my erroneous recollection of the geography of the Highlands. 
Kylesku has a beautiful bridge, but is way further north than the Skye Bridge. However, it is still well worth the diversion if you have the time to spare...
I think my amygdala was probably swamped by the euphoria of those hectic few days spent exploring the delights of the NC500. Everything just seemed to blur...
Kylesku has a beautiful bridge, but is way further north than the Skye Bridge. However, it is still well worth the diversion if you have the time to spare...
I think my amygdala was probably swamped by the euphoria of those hectic few days spent exploring the delights of the NC500. Everything just seemed to blur...
Two hours of strimming done and an agent M ramble carried out. It’s fish for lunch then some grass mowing after 14.00 hours when it’s dried out a bit.
A fine warm/hot day is developing in the rural environment of deepest Charente.
My Brit neighbour has just started his mower on the stroke of midday which is not being very neighbourly and is against the law to be honest. He constantly proves he don’t give a s
t.
Chris n Bev arrive on Tuesday for their first visit this year so I’m getting their garden nice n tidy also.
Chris is getting over a knee replacement operation so no village disco’s for him.
A fine warm/hot day is developing in the rural environment of deepest Charente.
My Brit neighbour has just started his mower on the stroke of midday which is not being very neighbourly and is against the law to be honest. He constantly proves he don’t give a s
t.Chris n Bev arrive on Tuesday for their first visit this year so I’m getting their garden nice n tidy also.
Chris is getting over a knee replacement operation so no village disco’s for him.
Cheese bread and cured meats for lunch
Cheese and cured meats shop in Narberth. We picked up a fat frennch stick/loaf from the fancy bakers in Spar..
Also, gin and whisky shop did well again. I've a bottle Penderyn Hiraeth to put away, Mrs B bought a bottle of Welsh Wind gin to drink
Cheese and cured meats shop in Narberth. We picked up a fat frennch stick/loaf from the fancy bakers in Spar..
Also, gin and whisky shop did well again. I've a bottle Penderyn Hiraeth to put away, Mrs B bought a bottle of Welsh Wind gin to drink
Edited by Byker28i on Friday 10th May 13:35
In addition to taking myself to ever increasing numbers of medical related appointments, I also take Mrs C to hers. Waiting Rooms I have known, I tell you. At the dentist on Wednesday I was waiting for my ever loving and dutiful and noticed I had attracted the hard stare of disapproval from an old boy sitting opposite me. Absorbed in something, TT probably, I hadn't seen him come in. Ex-military, I guessed. Major General Mortimer Taker-Dymvue Ret'd, perhaps. I wondered what I had done wrong. Oh, dear. I was sitting with my knees together which may have offended his gender comprehension apparatus. Worse. The reason my knees were together was to keep Mrs C's pillar box red handbag elevated above.the floor. As I understand it, there are some circumstances where I would be applauded for my liberal stance. This wasn't one of them. You can't win.
Somewhere in the distant past...
I say did you hear about Major General Mortimer Taker-Dymvue
No
He was caught fornicating with a monkey.
Really? Male or female monkey.
Oh, female monkey. Nothing strange about
Major General Mortimer Taker-Dymvue.
Maybe he thought he'd just met one of the teletubbies?
I say did you hear about Major General Mortimer Taker-Dymvue
No
He was caught fornicating with a monkey.
Really? Male or female monkey.
Oh, female monkey. Nothing strange about
Major General Mortimer Taker-Dymvue.
Maybe he thought he'd just met one of the teletubbies?
Edited by Byker28i on Friday 10th May 13:43
Good aftermorn, Trivialists!
And a beautiful day it is, as confirmed by my fellow Suvvener, Mr Bobbers in his short interlude between being stressed by stress-relieving and having a bike ride in order to de-stress..
For myself, I enjoyed a lovely day yesterday in deepest Darset, in he company of my daughter. We wandered around the seaside town of Swanage, looked in estate agents' windows at some of the very nice but very expensive houses and flats which were for sale (she's keen to get a place of her own, but Swanage would be a bit of a commute every day, about 80 miles each way, at a guess, but you have to start looking somewhere). Then we cleaned the brass plaque in memory of my late parents, and had fish and chips sitting on the pier.
The drive both ways was refreshingly traffic-free, although we became stuck behind an elderly person driving a Vauxhall something-or-other on a twisty section of road with double white lines up t'middle, and every bend or downward gradient meant that the elderly person driving the Vauxhall something-or-other needed to apply the brakes. Thankfully they turned left when we reached Corfe, which was the last we saw of them.
Today, I have accumulated 14,000 steps before lunch, so a relaxed afternoon is on the cards. The sounds of an English summer fill the air - DIY power tools and the occasional light aircraft, with the odd jetski ond put-put-put of a Seagull-powered tender as the owner heads out to their boat moored upstream.
ION, Magoo's mentions of strimming reminded me of a true story involving my father's employer, a dental surgeon of some repute, and considerable wealth. When electric strimmers first became available (mid-1970's?) he immediately bought one, and took it to his son's house in order to demonstrate it. His son's house had a good-sized garden, which was just as well, because said son had a good-sized dog. An Irish Wolfhound. And dogs the size of an Irish Wolfhound do leave deposits of considerable size, and if the owner is less than diligent in collecting and disposing of said deposits, and his father turns up, beaming with pride and anxious to show off his new garden strimmer, it's only going to end badly, isn't it?
Look before you strim, is the advice from me.
Edited for punctuational shortcomings. Nobody reads this stuff anyway.
And a beautiful day it is, as confirmed by my fellow Suvvener, Mr Bobbers in his short interlude between being stressed by stress-relieving and having a bike ride in order to de-stress..
For myself, I enjoyed a lovely day yesterday in deepest Darset, in he company of my daughter. We wandered around the seaside town of Swanage, looked in estate agents' windows at some of the very nice but very expensive houses and flats which were for sale (she's keen to get a place of her own, but Swanage would be a bit of a commute every day, about 80 miles each way, at a guess, but you have to start looking somewhere). Then we cleaned the brass plaque in memory of my late parents, and had fish and chips sitting on the pier.
The drive both ways was refreshingly traffic-free, although we became stuck behind an elderly person driving a Vauxhall something-or-other on a twisty section of road with double white lines up t'middle, and every bend or downward gradient meant that the elderly person driving the Vauxhall something-or-other needed to apply the brakes. Thankfully they turned left when we reached Corfe, which was the last we saw of them.
Today, I have accumulated 14,000 steps before lunch, so a relaxed afternoon is on the cards. The sounds of an English summer fill the air - DIY power tools and the occasional light aircraft, with the odd jetski ond put-put-put of a Seagull-powered tender as the owner heads out to their boat moored upstream.
ION, Magoo's mentions of strimming reminded me of a true story involving my father's employer, a dental surgeon of some repute, and considerable wealth. When electric strimmers first became available (mid-1970's?) he immediately bought one, and took it to his son's house in order to demonstrate it. His son's house had a good-sized garden, which was just as well, because said son had a good-sized dog. An Irish Wolfhound. And dogs the size of an Irish Wolfhound do leave deposits of considerable size, and if the owner is less than diligent in collecting and disposing of said deposits, and his father turns up, beaming with pride and anxious to show off his new garden strimmer, it's only going to end badly, isn't it?
Look before you strim, is the advice from me.
Edited for punctuational shortcomings. Nobody reads this stuff anyway.
Edited by Dermot O'Logical on Friday 10th May 15:57
Artnoon all 
Feeling quite bouyant following the purchase of the rake, we've been to look at an F Type R coupe.
People keep saying "mid life crisis", I would say:
a. It's not mid life at all, unless I'm going to Keep Buggering On until I'm a hundred and twenty or thereabouts.
b. I'm not having a crisis of any description.
I don't bloody well know. I'd just like a nice car.
Feeling quite bouyant following the purchase of the rake, we've been to look at an F Type R coupe.
People keep saying "mid life crisis", I would say:
a. It's not mid life at all, unless I'm going to Keep Buggering On until I'm a hundred and twenty or thereabouts.
b. I'm not having a crisis of any description.
I don't bloody well know. I'd just like a nice car.
Bomma R1 said:
Artnoon all
Feeling quite bouyant following the purchase of the rake, we've been to look at an F Type R coupe.
People keep saying "mid life crisis", I would say:
a. It's not mid life at all, unless I'm going to Keep Buggering On until I'm a hundred and twenty or thereabouts.
b. I'm not having a crisis of any description.
I don't bloody well know. I'd just like a nice car.
A friend recently bought one, v8 of course, sounds lovely.Feeling quite bouyant following the purchase of the rake, we've been to look at an F Type R coupe.
People keep saying "mid life crisis", I would say:
a. It's not mid life at all, unless I'm going to Keep Buggering On until I'm a hundred and twenty or thereabouts.
b. I'm not having a crisis of any description.
I don't bloody well know. I'd just like a nice car.
Sod all boot space, so don't plan to go away in it unless you're happy with a tshirt, socks and clean underwear only
Does it still have the design where you lift the bonnet and it looks like the jaguar badge?
Bomma R1 said:
Artnoon all
Feeling quite bouyant following the purchase of the rake, we've been to look at an F Type R coupe.
People keep saying "mid life crisis", I would say:
a. It's not mid life at all, unless I'm going to Keep Buggering On until I'm a hundred and twenty or thereabouts.
b. I'm not having a crisis of any description.
I don't bloody well know. I'd just like a nice car.
Rakish.Feeling quite bouyant following the purchase of the rake, we've been to look at an F Type R coupe.
People keep saying "mid life crisis", I would say:
a. It's not mid life at all, unless I'm going to Keep Buggering On until I'm a hundred and twenty or thereabouts.
b. I'm not having a crisis of any description.
I don't bloody well know. I'd just like a nice car.
Managed a decent little 8.58 mile bike ride this afternoon before showering and heading to see dad.
Dad was surprisingly talkative and lucid, talking complete rubbish of course, but at least I managed to have a conversation with him!!
Finally found the limitations of the sub in the car, Eminem's album Music To Be Murdered By has some extreme bass lines!!!
Ooooohhhh, an F-Type R is a thing of absolute beauty Bom, DO IT!!!!
The strimming horror stories have made me both laugh and cringe!!!
Dad was surprisingly talkative and lucid, talking complete rubbish of course, but at least I managed to have a conversation with him!!
Finally found the limitations of the sub in the car, Eminem's album Music To Be Murdered By has some extreme bass lines!!!
Ooooohhhh, an F-Type R is a thing of absolute beauty Bom, DO IT!!!!
The strimming horror stories have made me both laugh and cringe!!!
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