Tell Us Something Really Trivial About Your Life (Vol 35)
Discussion
DickyC said:
Bomma R1 said:
There's nothing like that in the small hangar old chap, maybe someone half-inched them and lobbed them over the fence in the wee small hours?
What sort of size are they, out of interest?
What sort of size are they, out of interest?
A bit over a foot long. Very thin aluminium pressings in an injection molded mount.
Part of an aerial?
The smaller piece, also in the back garden, was five metres away or so. Not too heavy but too awkward for a magpie to carry and get fed up with, I would have thought.
Seen any Klingons around?
DickyC said:
A bit over a foot long. Very thin aluminium pressings in an injection molded mount.
Part of an aerial?
The smaller piece, also in the back garden, was five metres away or so. Not too heavy but too awkward for a magpie to carry and get fed up with, I would have thought.
"Get that
ChemicalChaos said:
Bomma R1 said:
Thanks for the good wishes chaps, much appreciated.
Right, I've found the keys now, thanks all.
It would've been nice to have something with a touch of pinpoint accuracy to use against the Honey Otters, something like a Paveway I suppose. However, needs must:
"Grand Slam," all 22,000 pounds of the bugger.
'What he lacks in accuracy he makes up for with enthusiasm'
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaactually.......Right, I've found the keys now, thanks all.
It would've been nice to have something with a touch of pinpoint accuracy to use against the Honey Otters, something like a Paveway I suppose. However, needs must:
"Grand Slam," all 22,000 pounds of the bugger.
'What he lacks in accuracy he makes up for with enthusiasm'
The grand slam was very much a precision weapon. It didn't obliterate its target with a super-sized version of a normal bomb burst - rather, it fell at nearly supersonic velocity and buried itself many metres below the earth right next to key bridges, viaducts, dams, submarine pens, railways and various bits of hardened infrastructure immune to normal munitions. It then detonated it's 22000lb of Torpex (a forerunner to TNT) with enough force to cause an enormous earthquake and demolish the target in question.
That Barnes Wallis was a damned smart fellow.
There is also the story/urban legend about the Grand Slam that was for many years a Gate Guardian outside RAF Scampton, of course the home of the Dambusters.
It goes thus:
"The road outside the base was to be widenedz which entailed repositioning the gate guardians which were a Lancaster and a Grand Slam bomb.
When they went to lift the Grand Slam, thought for years to just be an empty casing, with an RAF 8 Ton
Coles Crane, it wouldn’t budge. “Oh, it must be filled with concrete” they said. Then somebody had a horrible thought.....
'No!….. Couldn’t be? … Not after all these years out here open to the public to climb over and be photographed sitting astride! …. Could it?'
Then everyone raced off to get the Station ARMO. He carefully scraped off many layers of paint and gingerly unscrewed the base plate. Yes, you guessed it, live 1944 explosive filling!
The beast was very gently lifted onto an RAF ‘Queen Mary’ low loader, using a much larger civvy crane (I often wonder what, if anything, they told the crane driver), then driven slowly under massive police escort to the coastal experimental range at Shoeburyness. There it was rigged for demolition, and when it ‘high ordered’, it proved in no uncertain terms to anyone within a ten mile radius that the filling was still very much alive!
Exhaustive investigations then took place, but nobody could find the long-gone 1944, 1945 or 1946 records which might have shown how a live 22,000 lb bomb became a gate guard for nearly the next decade and a half. Some safety distance calculations were done, however, about the effect of a Grand Slam detonating at ground level in the open. Apart from the entire RAF Station, most of the northern part of the City of Lincoln, including Lincoln Cathedral, would have been flattened...."
We must also admire our Bomma's enthusiasm for stashing away four of these buggers in the back of the large hangar "just in case".
Those bloody honey otters won't know what hit 'em.
Although I' m not sure if it's possible to get a Grand Slam to bounce a the way across the lake to their dam.*
Hang on whilst I shift the Sunderland out of the way...
*
I thought it was beavers that built dams? 
Never mind, look after my pint will you, Squiffy? Thanks awfully old chap.
StuntmanMike said:
It’s definitely a Bat’leth.
Bartlett? Is that you, old boy?I say, would you mind awfully casting the old girl orf from the painter at the prow while I start up the jolly old Pegasuseses?
Marvellous, thanks awfully.
By the bye, if I were you, I'd make myself rather scarce, it's all about to kick orf in a jiffy!
"Shift the Sunderland out of the way" ??
What the thump do you think we're using to deliver the bugger? That's why I said about it lacking accuracy, the only way I can see it releasing is by cutting the 48 old seatbelts securing it to the Old Girl's underbelly.
Job for Bobbers, methinks. He likes buggering about with the doors and hatches...
What the thump do you think we're using to deliver the bugger? That's why I said about it lacking accuracy, the only way I can see it releasing is by cutting the 48 old seatbelts securing it to the Old Girl's underbelly.
Job for Bobbers, methinks. He likes buggering about with the doors and hatches...
Bomma R1 said:
"Shift the Sunderland out of the way" ??
What the thump do you think we're using to deliver the bugger? That's why I said about it lacking accuracy, the only way I can see it releasing is by cutting the 48 old seatbelts securing it to the Old Girl's underbelly.
Job for Bobbers, methinks. He likes buggering about with the doors and hatches...
Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma What the thump do you think we're using to deliver the bugger? That's why I said about it lacking accuracy, the only way I can see it releasing is by cutting the 48 old seatbelts securing it to the Old Girl's underbelly.
Job for Bobbers, methinks. He likes buggering about with the doors and hatches...
Bomma, there is no way we can deliver a 22,000lb Grand Slam using the Sunderland. It's not equipped for the rôle and her insides are all wrong! If we put bomb doors in the hull, she'll bloody SINK!
And that thing is a bit too heavy for the underwing depth charge racks.
No, we'll have to use the trebuchet.
It's the only precision delivery platorm available to us at such short notice.
Unless you commandeer the verger on his bike?
Edited by glenrobbo on Friday 23 October 20:17
Beer #4:
This is an excellent beer, full bodied just like me, tasty and superb value for money at just £1.09 per pint. Well, 500ml actually, which is what you get if you ask for a pint at the Bell & Leper. If you're lucky! And woe betide any punter who has the effrontery to ask Frank for a top-up!!!
Cheers!
glenrobbo said:
r159 said:
Bobberoo99 said:
r159 said:
Indian takeaway tonight.
Ooohhhh nice, what are you having???Chicken balti with spinach
Chicken Korma
1/2 tandoori chicken
sundries
Lager (Heineken I’m afraid but will make up for quality with quantity)
Indigestion
Not sure what the wife a child are having.
It’s breakfast of champions for me as I coming off night shift.
Only 10 mins till they’re open..
That a sounds bloody marvellous. Apart from the chicken khorma, which is a bit insipid and wishy-washy for my tastes.
I wasn't hungry because I had a largeish brunch, but now I am. Bugger.
Never mind, I'll have another beer.
Beer 3 for the new Tier 3. Cheers!
If it's not too late, may I declare a TTVPU* this evening?
* TT Virtual Piss Up for the uninitiated, who have it all to look forward to!
DickyC said:
DickyC said:
A bit over a foot long. Very thin aluminium pressings in an injection molded mount.
Part of an aerial?
The smaller piece, also in the back garden, was five metres away or so. Not too heavy but too awkward for a magpie to carry and get fed up with, I would have thought.
"Get that
It's pieces of a next-generation self-replicating surveillance drone designed to spread the virus ever further, yea, even unto deepest Newbury, to take over all things Trivial and convert them to 5G Command and Control operation.
The lizard overlord elite beings are taking advantage of the current leadership void left by the relinquishing of overall control by our founder and mentor, DickyC the Great, leaving us a rudderless vessel adrift on the Ocean of Whimsy.
I suppose we have only ourselves to blame.
Bag of scratchings, anyone?
missed this one 
glenrobbo said:
Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Bomma Batman...
Bomma, there is no way we can deliver a 22,000lb Grand Slam using the Sunderland. It's not equipped for the rôle and her insides are all wrong! If we put bomb doors in the hull, she'll bloody SINK!
And that thing is a bit too heavy for the underwing depth charge racks.
No, we'll have to use the trebuchet.
It's the only precision delivery platorm available to us at such short notice.
Unless you commandeer the verger on his bike?
Hellfire Bomma, there is no way we can deliver a 22,000lb Grand Slam using the Sunderland. It's not equipped for the rôle and her insides are all wrong! If we put bomb doors in the hull, she'll bloody SINK!
And that thing is a bit too heavy for the underwing depth charge racks.
No, we'll have to use the trebuchet.
It's the only precision delivery platorm available to us at such short notice.
Unless you commandeer the verger on his bike?
I'm afraid the trebuchet's in the hangar at the mo, it's holding part of the roof up.
Anyhow, the old Lancs weren't really equipped for it until someone set about them with a gas axe, maybe we could...
Look, never mind. There's a couple of those Stentor rocket motor things kicking about somewhere, they should get the bugger moving across the lake lickety split.
I'll see what sticks we've got for the arc welder.
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