What has your "friend" been up to?
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Roman Moroni said:
My friends wrapping prowess is deadful; in fact he believes Stevie Wonder could do a better job. One year he decided that it would be better to put all the presents in a black refuse sack and offer it to his good Lady telling her it was his version of a lucky dip. His very understanding partner wasn't THAT understanding that Christmas Day
Since then my friend has returned to his coventional, useless, wrapping although Sackgate is often brought up
My friends mother-in-law was really impressed with black refuse sacks when they first came on the market (I think in the seventies) and she used to rave about how useful they were to everyone.Since then my friend has returned to his coventional, useless, wrapping although Sackgate is often brought up
Edited by Roman Moroni on Saturday 24th December 14:58
She was less impressed when her dozy husband bought her a pack of 50 for Xmas.
My friend's children were told by Santa a few weeks ago that he's quite partial to a bit of rum. So my friend's kids want some rum left out for Santa tonight.
Having lots of beverages but not a drop of rum, my friend has left out some Ribena mixed with orange squash and brown sugar. My friend's children are satisfied that it is something suitable potently sweet-smelling, and they're not to touch it because children can't drink rum. They are preschool and other school age, so not yet at the age where they can distinguish between decent booze and, well, some soft drinks mixed with brown sugar.
My friend will ensure Santa drinks it while my friend enjoys some uncorrupted Laphroaig instead a little later on.
Having lots of beverages but not a drop of rum, my friend has left out some Ribena mixed with orange squash and brown sugar. My friend's children are satisfied that it is something suitable potently sweet-smelling, and they're not to touch it because children can't drink rum. They are preschool and other school age, so not yet at the age where they can distinguish between decent booze and, well, some soft drinks mixed with brown sugar.
My friend will ensure Santa drinks it while my friend enjoys some uncorrupted Laphroaig instead a little later on.
Edited by blearyeyedboy on Saturday 24th December 20:05
popeyewhite said:
Jordie Barretts sock said:
My friend did the same as you a few years back and with hindsight realised AT tyres would have made little difference, the car is too heavy for a sodden field.Some years back my friend decided to hang a tournament spec dartboard on his bedroom wall. A plasterboard wall. He attacked said wall with some gusto using a power drill set on hammer and, unsurprisingly to others if not to him, proceeded to power straight through said wall at high speed and bury the equipment up to the hilt.
The momentum carried the ( admittedly longer than strictly necessary ) drill bit onwards into the back of the built in wardrobe in the adjoining bedroom, where it managed to entangle itself in a dress that his wife had been planning to wear to a social engagement that very evening. His attempts to reverse this situation, involving bracing his feet against said plasterboard wall and yank the drill back out only served to compound the issues at hand, and he found himself soon afterwards dealing with two footprint shaped holes in said wall, as well as the previously wreaked havoc in the build up.
Having finally extricated himself from the ongoing carnage, he mounted the dartboard that evening, and basked in the glory of a job well done. Only to find on his return from work the following evening the dartboard resting on the floor beneath a 6 foot tear in the wall where the plasterboard had gradually succumbed to the weight of the board .......
My friend has come on a lot in the passage of time, getting a first in the regionals and fourth in the nationals for the Toyota technician of the year. However, the dartboard story will always arise if it's felt that his head may be getting too large.
The momentum carried the ( admittedly longer than strictly necessary ) drill bit onwards into the back of the built in wardrobe in the adjoining bedroom, where it managed to entangle itself in a dress that his wife had been planning to wear to a social engagement that very evening. His attempts to reverse this situation, involving bracing his feet against said plasterboard wall and yank the drill back out only served to compound the issues at hand, and he found himself soon afterwards dealing with two footprint shaped holes in said wall, as well as the previously wreaked havoc in the build up.
Having finally extricated himself from the ongoing carnage, he mounted the dartboard that evening, and basked in the glory of a job well done. Only to find on his return from work the following evening the dartboard resting on the floor beneath a 6 foot tear in the wall where the plasterboard had gradually succumbed to the weight of the board .......
My friend has come on a lot in the passage of time, getting a first in the regionals and fourth in the nationals for the Toyota technician of the year. However, the dartboard story will always arise if it's felt that his head may be getting too large.
Edited by Heaveho on Sunday 25th December 13:16
popeyewhite said:
Jordie Barretts sock said:
My friend did the same as you a few years back and with hindsight realised AT tyres would have made little difference, the car is too heavy for a sodden field.Took mine everywhere and never got stuck.
Back in the day, my friend's dad loved range rovers and decided to show off in the snow - he had a farmer friend who didn't mind him using his fields, and there'd been a mahoosive snowfall so we went to play.
The rangey went up the hill and then my friend's Dad decided to head down the field into a drift that basically lifted all 4 wheels off the ground. Friend's Dad sheepishly called the farmer who came out in his bhin' tractor to tow us out.
Was never mentioned again.
The rangey went up the hill and then my friend's Dad decided to head down the field into a drift that basically lifted all 4 wheels off the ground. Friend's Dad sheepishly called the farmer who came out in his bhin' tractor to tow us out.
Was never mentioned again.
Jordie Barretts sock said:
Slow said:
My friend has just wet his pantsMy L405, stolen about 4 years ago.
popeyewhite said:
Jordie Barretts sock said:
Slow said:
My friend has just wet his pantsMy L405, stolen about 4 years ago.
Mine was on 2.5” (roughly) and 34” tyres, took it everywhere without issue. Towed many stuck vehicles out off road as well.
Would tow my plant trailer around in the fields and offroad tracks around the woods as well. Was better than my defender 90 on offroad tyres.
Edit:
Next to standard one.
Edited by Slow on Sunday 25th December 19:17
Slow said:
Not to be that guy but that’s a l322
[cough]Just checking you're paying attention My current L405 has a 3" lift, on 32, quite rare around here. I didn't want to go bigger than 32 because I'd tried 33" on a previous RR and they occasionally caught the wheel arch so had to make some cosmetic changes. Also the 32" was an attempt to compromise on road noise, which is actually minimal on the current tyres on my L405 (Pirelli Scorpions), but was very noticeable on Yokohama Geolandars on an L322. Mostly useful to get me across the High Peak and home, as you say very good for towing in extreme conditions, occasionally have offroad fun on friends sheep farm but it's just too heavy - standard Landie has had to pull it out a couple of times.
My friend’s advancing years and the recent cold snap have prompted him to start choosing the keys to the sensible, quiet and refined Volvo XC60 (complete with heated seats and heated steering wheel) rather than the keys to the more PH oriented Porsche Cayman with a manual ‘box and sports exhaust. I’ve tried to have a word, but he’s having absolutely none of it
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