Tell us something really trivial about your life (Vol 28)
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DickyC said:
For clarity, if the first post refers to the forthcoming week does the second post refer to the week after? Is this a bit of a fortnight we're dealing with here?
That's as far as my crystal balls go.
I think that's called an overflow.
Today is expensive. Car's getting a new condenser because it didn't take the regas happily at all, and cat's getting his own "pissing on the floor" problem looked at because it's coming out red. Really hoping the latter hasn't found a nice sneaky corner somewhere to drench the carpet, in such a way that we'll have a lingering mysterious pong...
Today is expensive. Car's getting a new condenser because it didn't take the regas happily at all, and cat's getting his own "pissing on the floor" problem looked at because it's coming out red. Really hoping the latter hasn't found a nice sneaky corner somewhere to drench the carpet, in such a way that we'll have a lingering mysterious pong...
Gladiator movies? Ha! We've just found Battert's collection of pictures of Ava Gardner.
All that time crocheting new race overalls when I could have been studying American culture of the Forties and Fifties.
Battert knows we know and has agreed to share if we keep Mrs B out of the loop. Seems reasonable.
All that time crocheting new race overalls when I could have been studying American culture of the Forties and Fifties.
Battert knows we know and has agreed to share if we keep Mrs B out of the loop. Seems reasonable.
I've been busy reading n stuff.
A paragraph in my book on Lamborghini about Bob Wallace's time there as chief test driver.
He said that he would "clock in" to the Autostrada toll to get a time ticket for the trip Milan to Modean ,all 106 miles of it.
Best time was 38 or 39 minutes ,an average overall of 160 mph.
Sometimes he would also seek out the Ferrari or Maserati testers doing the same.
His Miura chasing a Daytona or Ghibli........
More enlightening/fascinating/boring facts tomorrow.
A paragraph in my book on Lamborghini about Bob Wallace's time there as chief test driver.
He said that he would "clock in" to the Autostrada toll to get a time ticket for the trip Milan to Modean ,all 106 miles of it.
Best time was 38 or 39 minutes ,an average overall of 160 mph.
Sometimes he would also seek out the Ferrari or Maserati testers doing the same.
His Miura chasing a Daytona or Ghibli........
More enlightening/fascinating/boring facts tomorrow.
Talking of tv reminded me.
Frontrunner ,freeview channel 91 has left freeview.
It had motorsport dotted around it's schedule ,amongst arm wrestling and poker stuff ,neither of any interest here.
UK and Irish rally stuff and New Zealand too ,also the mentalist Icelandic off road stuff ,driving up vertical hills in nitrous Jeep/Buggies.
The disappoint is high.
First Dates is on at 10 on Ch4 tonight.....
Frontrunner ,freeview channel 91 has left freeview.
It had motorsport dotted around it's schedule ,amongst arm wrestling and poker stuff ,neither of any interest here.
UK and Irish rally stuff and New Zealand too ,also the mentalist Icelandic off road stuff ,driving up vertical hills in nitrous Jeep/Buggies.
The disappoint is high.
First Dates is on at 10 on Ch4 tonight.....
I have these things that Mrs da Greek calls my "garage slippers". They're just an old pair of fabric boots that are knackered, and I leave the laces out so I can just slip them on at the patio doors and wander down the garden to the garage in them. Like I said, they're pretty knackered, soles slightly detached at the front from doing kneeling-down jobs and stuff. No, not those kind of jobs, dirty minds.
Anyway, yesterday I was in a hurry. A mate was helping me sort the garage now my shelves are all built and time got away, like it does. I realised it was time to get the li'l un from school but Mrs dG had been out all afternoon, so I wasn't sure if she was on the school run. So I rushed into the house, got my phone and went back out into the garden trying to ring her. The patio is quite high, two feet above the garden concrete path, with two steps down. I was already committed to the first step before I realised my feet hadn't gone with me...
... yep, the flappy soles of my garage slippers were wedged in the edge of the patio. I went to put my hands out to break the fall, but then realised my phone was in one of them. Speaking from bitter experience, broken bones heal a good deal cheaper than broken phones. So I did countermanded the "hands out" order and , well... did nothing, except curse my recalcitrant feet as I passed them by, hoping that sooner or later the ground would be along to break my fall. When it did, my barked shins across the bottom step ensured I wasn't capable of coherent speech for a while. Adam looked up from the box of stuff he was sorting to laugh at me.
"Is there a paramedic in the audience?" I asked weakly. There was. Adam's a paramedic.
"I'm off duty," he replied, and went back to the box of stuff, not even pretending not to snigger
My knee is about the size of a grapefruit today. My legs are made from bruise. Still, at least my phone still works. "I always get her from school" says Mrs dG on arriving home, in the tone of one explaining simple things to a simpleton
Anyway, yesterday I was in a hurry. A mate was helping me sort the garage now my shelves are all built and time got away, like it does. I realised it was time to get the li'l un from school but Mrs dG had been out all afternoon, so I wasn't sure if she was on the school run. So I rushed into the house, got my phone and went back out into the garden trying to ring her. The patio is quite high, two feet above the garden concrete path, with two steps down. I was already committed to the first step before I realised my feet hadn't gone with me...
... yep, the flappy soles of my garage slippers were wedged in the edge of the patio. I went to put my hands out to break the fall, but then realised my phone was in one of them. Speaking from bitter experience, broken bones heal a good deal cheaper than broken phones. So I did countermanded the "hands out" order and , well... did nothing, except curse my recalcitrant feet as I passed them by, hoping that sooner or later the ground would be along to break my fall. When it did, my barked shins across the bottom step ensured I wasn't capable of coherent speech for a while. Adam looked up from the box of stuff he was sorting to laugh at me.
"Is there a paramedic in the audience?" I asked weakly. There was. Adam's a paramedic.
"I'm off duty," he replied, and went back to the box of stuff, not even pretending not to snigger
My knee is about the size of a grapefruit today. My legs are made from bruise. Still, at least my phone still works. "I always get her from school" says Mrs dG on arriving home, in the tone of one explaining simple things to a simpleton
lucido grigio said:
I've been busy reading n stuff.
A paragraph in my book on Lamborghini about Bob Wallace's time there as chief test driver.
He said that he would "clock in" to the Autostrada toll to get a time ticket for the trip Milan to Modean ,all 106 miles of it.
Best time was 38 or 39 minutes ,an average overall of 160 mph.
Sometimes he would also seek out the Ferrari or Maserati testers doing the same.
His Miura chasing a Daytona or Ghibli........
More enlightening/fascinating/boring facts tomorrow.
I'm told (my wife used to live there) that cameras on the A1 were turned off on Monday mornings for factory testing.A paragraph in my book on Lamborghini about Bob Wallace's time there as chief test driver.
He said that he would "clock in" to the Autostrada toll to get a time ticket for the trip Milan to Modean ,all 106 miles of it.
Best time was 38 or 39 minutes ,an average overall of 160 mph.
Sometimes he would also seek out the Ferrari or Maserati testers doing the same.
His Miura chasing a Daytona or Ghibli........
More enlightening/fascinating/boring facts tomorrow.
Nik da Greek said:
I have these things that Mrs da Greek calls my "garage slippers". They're just an old pair of fabric boots that are knackered, and I leave the laces out so I can just slip them on at the patio doors and wander down the garden to the garage in them. Like I said, they're pretty knackered, soles slightly detached at the front from doing kneeling-down jobs and stuff. No, not those kind of jobs, dirty minds
I've got a pair of favourite Y fronts like that. Done all sorts of jobs in them too. 
V6Pushfit said:
I've got a pair of favourite Y fronts like that. Done all sorts of jobs in them too.
Did you knit them or are they a proprietary brand? It's just I seem to recall you saying you awoke one morning to find the sun streaming in through the holes in your underpants. **Milligan
DickyC said:
Did you knit them or are they a proprietary brand? It's just I seem to recall you saying you awoke one morning to find the sun streaming in through the holes in your underpants. *
*Milligan
They were run up out of parachute silk by Aunt Mabel. The one who caught her left tit in the mangle **Milligan
(*Cooke & Moore)
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