Pistonheads Hall of Fame?
Discussion
There are thousands of high-quality regular unpaid contributors on here (as well as the paid contributors).
Some have made 10s of thousands of really good posts. Conversely there is also a lot of rubbish posted. It would be ever-so nice if we could have a "Hall of Fame" whereby really good and valuable contributions are recognised in a sort-of "Hall of Fame". Recipients could then have a little icon to mark them out as valuable contributors, maybe a search function to search HoF posters?
Or is that too elitist? I think not. Make an open voting system and let everyone have their say.
I suppose this might go in the website suggestion area but that gets little traffic and I'd be really interested to see what the masses thought. I've got favourite posters who are insightful, funny, accurate and just downright useful and I would find it useful to sift the wheat from the, erm, chaff.
Some have made 10s of thousands of really good posts. Conversely there is also a lot of rubbish posted. It would be ever-so nice if we could have a "Hall of Fame" whereby really good and valuable contributions are recognised in a sort-of "Hall of Fame". Recipients could then have a little icon to mark them out as valuable contributors, maybe a search function to search HoF posters?
Or is that too elitist? I think not. Make an open voting system and let everyone have their say.
I suppose this might go in the website suggestion area but that gets little traffic and I'd be really interested to see what the masses thought. I've got favourite posters who are insightful, funny, accurate and just downright useful and I would find it useful to sift the wheat from the, erm, chaff.
Chrisw666 said:
Yes, yes, well spotted.I was thinking of CONTRIBUTORS and not the actual thread themselves.
MrOrange said:
Chrisw666 said:
Yes, yes, well spotted.I was thinking of CONTRIBUTORS and not the actual thread themselves.
I even appeared in the PistonHeads Annual. A real life book with pages made of paper. Immortalised.
I nominate T4R for this post in the legendary 'a mid-morning rant about sh*tting'.
T4R said:
was in hospital for a few weeks earlier this year with some mystery illness, to this day undiagnosed. I was wired up to all sorts of things, had been pretty unwell and hadn't been for a good few days. Eventually I realised I couldn't hold up the passage of the inevitable any longer and tried to get to the smallest room on the ward.
A nurse spotted me trying to "escape", demanded I return proclaiming to the entire ward and all visitors that she'd fetch a commode, explaining, a little unnecessarily I thought, that my output would be weighed. Thoughts of some bizarre competition sprung briefly to mind but imagine how embarrassing it is to have launch one into a shallow, dry plastic bucket separated from your audience by an utterly useless 2.5 Angstrom plastic curtain, whilst generating the most unholy smell, and accompanied by a full range of sounds that would have had the Black Dyke Mills Band reaching for their white flag.
When I'd finally finished and the curtain pulled aside, the poor woman visiting the guy in the next bed wore the most dazed expression and her eyes were definitely watering. Everyone else had stopped talking and just looking around with an air that suggested total and utter, utter defeat and a desire never to inhale ever again.
Makes me piss myself every time I read itA nurse spotted me trying to "escape", demanded I return proclaiming to the entire ward and all visitors that she'd fetch a commode, explaining, a little unnecessarily I thought, that my output would be weighed. Thoughts of some bizarre competition sprung briefly to mind but imagine how embarrassing it is to have launch one into a shallow, dry plastic bucket separated from your audience by an utterly useless 2.5 Angstrom plastic curtain, whilst generating the most unholy smell, and accompanied by a full range of sounds that would have had the Black Dyke Mills Band reaching for their white flag.
When I'd finally finished and the curtain pulled aside, the poor woman visiting the guy in the next bed wore the most dazed expression and her eyes were definitely watering. Everyone else had stopped talking and just looking around with an air that suggested total and utter, utter defeat and a desire never to inhale ever again.
Edited by STW2010 on Tuesday 13th December 13:22
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