Tell Us Something Really Trivial About Your Life (Vol 31)
Discussion
It'd certainly be nice to meet up with a few Trivialites, the more the merrier.
I can arrange a guest appearance by Claire if it's any help, she's a part petrolhead having owned a Fiat Abarth and a Suzuki Swift. Not exactly AMV12 territory I know but it's a good start.
Grandbomma's interested in popping over for an hour or so too, she'd like to know what this bunch of loonies are all about.
I've tried to explain but she doesn't really understand the airfield bit. Nor Battert, if the truth be known.
I can arrange a guest appearance by Claire if it's any help, she's a part petrolhead having owned a Fiat Abarth and a Suzuki Swift. Not exactly AMV12 territory I know but it's a good start.
Grandbomma's interested in popping over for an hour or so too, she'd like to know what this bunch of loonies are all about.
I've tried to explain but she doesn't really understand the airfield bit. Nor Battert, if the truth be known.
kers woke me up honking their fog horns down on the river!!! 
Scrump said:
30th July 2010
Dicky said:
‘My wheelie bin is twenty five years old.
I gave a bit of a clean today and it scrubbed up well. ‘
Keep it to yourself, remember loose lips sink ships.
Dicky, how is the wheelie bin doing?
I'd like to restore it a bit but I'm concerned about losing the patina. We don't want to over-do it and go all Concours d'Elegance, do we? It still functions perfectly well after all.Dicky said:
‘My wheelie bin is twenty five years old.
I gave a bit of a clean today and it scrubbed up well. ‘
Keep it to yourself, remember loose lips sink ships.
Dicky, how is the wheelie bin doing?
Five minutes with a polishing mop should do it.
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Yes and yes to meetings. Shared lifts, guest speakers, bacon sandwiches, the whole Gamut. Unless the Gamuts are busy and then we'll need a re-think. I can't do early August but other than that I'm cleared for take off. Thanks to all those offering comfort to Distressed Gentletrivs.
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The TT/Life Balance
A week today we have an important anniversary: it's the thread's 9th Birthday. If we organise things well we can synchronise the birthday celebrations with the commencement of a new volume.
These things are important. No, not important, what's the word? Futile? No. Can't think of the word. It would be nice, anyway. What we're looking at is a post rate of 50 per day from now until next Tuesday. That sort of order. We need 5 big pages or 20 little pages depending on how your set-up is set up.
Can we do it? My problem is I can't help much. If I juggle the numbers too intensely the PH Algorithms will smell a rat and all manner of upset will be foisted upon us.
Do your best chaps, I'm counting on you. No, not counting on you. What's the word?
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I'll speak to Alf and Betty Gamut later to see how they're fixed.
Scrump said:
I have ten pages to go, I presume I am on the medium setting.
I am wondering at what point I am allowed to move to big pages.
The bin has held up well, it will soon be eligible for classic bin status. Those old wheelie bins have a lot more style than the modern ones.
Far easier to work, very analog in their use, it's a true classic!!! I am wondering at what point I am allowed to move to big pages.
The bin has held up well, it will soon be eligible for classic bin status. Those old wheelie bins have a lot more style than the modern ones.
Turned new phone off and back on again and it's back to having access!!!
A very good trivial morning to you all.
Here is an admission of a mistake I made a few days ago. Yam Yam! I got it wrong.
It's Miam Miam so it turns out. What a fool I feel now.
ION. This morning,early doors before sun rise I was on my way through the country lanes to work.
I had the truck windows open as its a tad warm. As I passed by a hedgerow,for a split second I caught a smell of what can only be described as "my old dad" it was a faint mixture of old spice aftershave and golden Virginia tobacco.
Funny how things just occur like that.
Dads been dead for over 27 years. It happened a lot when I was grieving for him.
Still it was a nice second or so.
Here is an admission of a mistake I made a few days ago. Yam Yam! I got it wrong.
It's Miam Miam so it turns out. What a fool I feel now.
ION. This morning,early doors before sun rise I was on my way through the country lanes to work.
I had the truck windows open as its a tad warm. As I passed by a hedgerow,for a split second I caught a smell of what can only be described as "my old dad" it was a faint mixture of old spice aftershave and golden Virginia tobacco.
Funny how things just occur like that.
Dads been dead for over 27 years. It happened a lot when I was grieving for him.
Still it was a nice second or so.
Apologies for my enforced absence for most of yesterday.
An emergency on the bridge: not your average mundane emergency
A proper full-blown BROWN ALERT flashing light emergency.
We were approaching the event horizon of a supermassive black hole at an inappropriate warp factor and at on a rather awkward trajectory, and we were in great danger of becoming spaghettified.
I ordered that the plasma engines dilithium crystals be reversed and the improbability drive be energised at maximum for a whole soup tureen of lobster bisque and then deflected sideways and upwards relative to the centreline of the chaplain's parting.
We emerged just behind Dicky's wheelie bin.
Phew!
It was a close call. We were just on the brink of disaster, but I think we're over it now.
Now, where were we?
Or should that be where are we?
Ah, yes, Sywell. Pistons & Props.
I was thinking of attending both days, possibly camping on site, or in Bomma's garden. (!)
We could escape to a nearby hostelry on the Saturday evening or enjoy the live entertainment they provide at Sywell.
It's all a bit retro, a bit like a mini Goodwood Revival, and period costume is more than welcome.
I am fairly sure that my friend greymrj will be attending, with his lovely wife Debs, so the more ladies the merrier.
Must go now, duty calls again. Bye!
An emergency on the bridge: not your average mundane emergency
A proper full-blown BROWN ALERT flashing light emergency.
We were approaching the event horizon of a supermassive black hole at an inappropriate warp factor and at on a rather awkward trajectory, and we were in great danger of becoming spaghettified.
I ordered that the plasma engines dilithium crystals be reversed and the improbability drive be energised at maximum for a whole soup tureen of lobster bisque and then deflected sideways and upwards relative to the centreline of the chaplain's parting.
We emerged just behind Dicky's wheelie bin.
Phew!
It was a close call. We were just on the brink of disaster, but I think we're over it now.
Now, where were we?
Or should that be where are we?
Ah, yes, Sywell. Pistons & Props.
I was thinking of attending both days, possibly camping on site, or in Bomma's garden. (!)
We could escape to a nearby hostelry on the Saturday evening or enjoy the live entertainment they provide at Sywell.
It's all a bit retro, a bit like a mini Goodwood Revival, and period costume is more than welcome.
I am fairly sure that my friend greymrj will be attending, with his lovely wife Debs, so the more ladies the merrier.
Must go now, duty calls again. Bye!
Still off work, knee still knackered but at least I have seen the knee surgeon now who
At least he said I can drive if I am careful and can potentially go back to work with Occy health and my bosses agreement, so when I have my scan tomorrow I am going to stay and do some scanning for a bit and see how I get on.
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