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One of Leslies most recent rolls was as ‘the sorting hat’ in the Harry Potter film franchise. Probably some of his largest audiences for one of his least challenging performances. Mind you, he may only have been a hat, but there are worse parts to portray…

…No one ever could say “Ding dong” better!

…. Bows out aged 98.

Very much. But then a large proportion of Devon is moor.

Devonshire roads are intensionally steep, narrow, winding and often below the level of surrounding land. This is to channel all the water into a suitably impressive raging torrent.

If he’s a native, he’ll be plenty experienced to cope with it. Apparently in-comers have been known to struggle a bit with the concept though. 😄

Yet another day of mild and slightly grey…… interspersed with frequent torrential downpours of near biblical proportions.

Put the punchline first. How do you make a joke confusing?

Good result on getting them down. Working in someone else’s tangled mangled mess is never easy. Personally, if the now deceased cherrys are anything to go by, I’m not certain that anything else you do to the beeches will make much difference. Beech are not renowned for their ability to respond well to pollarding, or chucking out much regrowth. If there is plenty of growth low down they may make a hedge of it. If so, angling the final cuts will certainly do no harm to their chances though. If you’re lucky, they will turn out to be hornbeams! 😊

True story [bit of a departure for me]. My sisters cat caught and released a mouse in her kitchen a few years back, which promptly took refuse in a gap between the thick Devonshire cob wall and the waste pipe that passed through from the kitchen sink. My brothe-in-law, was well annoyed, as he didn’t wan the rodent burrowing into the house walls / chewing through the wiring or causing fires (thatched roof, etc). Having exhausted everything they could think of to get the terrified little sod out, he resorted to the .22 rimfire. Unbeknownst to him, the gap also carried the main electric cable feed, and he shot right through it, resulting in massive arc, and loss of all power. Bloody funny at the time (but maybe not for him).

Seth took his seat on the train, content that he would soon be putting the city behind him and returning to the sticks. An attractive but clearly business savvy young lady took the seat opposite, rummaged through her briefcase and promptly became engaged in a well thumbed book she’d extracted. As the train left the station Seth thought he’d have a little stab at making small-talk. “Interesting book?” He enquired, only to suffer instant regret as she lifted it to reveal the title: Sexual Statistics. Noticing him colouring up, she rather savagely responded, “Yes, it’s absolutely fascinating. For instance, I bet you didn’t know that the Native Americans have penises with the thickest girth,or that Serbians have penises that are much longer than the average?" Feeling slightly guilty that she had put the lad in an uncomfortable position, she relented and said “Sorry, that was rude of me… I’m Angela by the way”. “Oh, …it’s ok… its fine” stammered Seth “My name?… It’s Tonto Knezevic”.

I feel partially responsible. We both should probably have been more aware of the potential for this to happen.

I remember once my dad gave me money to pay for the electricity, but instead I bought 142 tickets to win a brand new car. When I got home, I explained to my dad what I had done and he beat the crap out of me. But the next day, when my dad woke up and opened the door, outside our house was a brand new car. Everyone cried. ….But no one cried more than me, because the car was from the electricity company and they’d arrived to cut off the power. Dad beat the crap out of me again.

Another hint to keep my trap shut.

Even if it doesn’t kill them, it will ampere their progress.

The salesperson tried selling me a sofa by claiming it could seat 5 people without any problems. Nice try. I don’t know 5 people without any problems.

Just mind you don’t get your nose trapped.

Weirdly, I think ladders may be covered by PUWER rather than LOLER, although they still require a schedule of inspection / daily pre-use checks etc.

It very much depends on the equipment, and the type of repair. Generally, the repair would need to be of a type approved by the manufacturer, and may need to be subjected to a thorough examination by a competent person before being returned to service. For ‘unconventional’ repairs, the competent person is possibly going to be the manufacturer.

Certainly not! I’d rather keep the mice.

Not sure I could spare any Mars…. Maybe use a rip-off Aldi one.

Maybe attach the current with a cable tie.

It is pretty sizeable. The turbines are generally only used during spikes of daily peak demand. They can go from generating nothing to full output in a matter of seconds. Electricity is transmitted via underground cables at 400kV. During the periods of low demand, all turbines can be ‘used in reverse’ to pump the water back to the top reservoir. It is, in effect, a giant battery, with an additional benefit of being a key part of the national grid’s ‘black start’ strategy.

Possibly the closest thing in the UK is this: Been there a few times, and the scale is amazing. Took the family once, on the visitor tour thing, which busses you deep right into the workings. Typically, they were singularly unimpressed!

Definitely try the Nutella or peanut butter, far less faffin’ about with tying stuff on!