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P.S. Just to add, with no malice toward Krpan intended, BUT I can only presume Krpan knowingly save pennies on stuff like the quality of the hydraulic ram plating, as mine from relatively early days started pitting, mostly due to the valve block leaking and allowing the ram to lower itself under the pull of gravity. It has however ALWAYS been stored under cover. mth

I fear BoJo is far too clever(quite literally and as evidenced by his academic prowess) for his own good as in he never required to knuckle down or kow-tow to succeed, it all came so natural and easy, so gifted but shallow or easily distracted. Or so gifted as to not give a fuck.

Tsk tsk the correct ackronyn please "T.B.A.G"

In my ignorance, but kinda understanding how 1st World Militaries probably/almost certinly work, I would presume the aircraft's 10 minute availability was down to "SOP's" i.e. Standard Operating Plan's, kicking in. As a result of pre-set conflict triggers being tripped and setting preset plans in motion..

On the other hand Eggs, and I am not suggesting you do it, but since we built ourselves a right big slap of a house in its own field(no fancy motors though) I have noted that some tradespersons choose to adjust their prices to what they mug/imagine market will bear, based on their subjective client wealth assumptions. Our first experience of this was a window cleaner, who should have been a multi millionaire at his effective hourly rate. 2nd was the bloke that hung the wallpaper. There have been a few others, though in all honesty remarkedly few. But it means some of the wealthy have got burned or heard the stories, and are therefore defensive. A bit like a nervous apprehensive dog being more likely to bite.

Subtle Scots seduction "Brace yersel Morag" Or has that chatup line been replaced by something more PC?

Sorry about that David, I will try and keep the wife calmer the next time, but it had been over a week since . . .

P.S. I read an earlier account of this same Court Case, in which the Cyclist was described as a proper "Oik", with accredited online boasts of his reckless cycling prowess as a courier, and his use of a "fixie" is it the fixed wheel bicycle with no front brake etc etc., etc etc.

Just make sure they are (i) middle class, or (ii) Insured.

Meh! Yea, she is a greedy scheming undeserving bitch, BUT, it makes the point that Cyclists are accountable and can be held accountable and therefore require insurance. Unless they are members of the great unwashed, an ha'nay the nails to scrape themselves. Then we, the always accountable, heavily insured and even heavier taxed middle class, will, as always, pay for everbodies grossly magnified misfortunes.

Enjoying the longest day, Senior Management, being exactly 1 week post a replacement hip(on top of 2 knees and the other hip being replaced, & next they start on superstructure joints) "bunged" a chicken in the oven this morning. While I walked the dawgs. I then manfully heated the peas, with the help of Propane, and the perfectly fluffy mashed Navan spuds, with the help of NIE, so with lashing of home made Redcurrent jelly, butter and the chicken gravy, all washed down with Brew Dog's IPA followed by a 1/2 bottle of 2014 vintage Baron De Ley red wine; SIGH & Burp! Life is PROPER good! And the Sun is still shining. However, the downside. The draught Guinness at 16:00 Hrs will not now seem so attractive. BUT! I shall endeavour to persevere. Wish me luck.

After a week or 2, or 3 of middling enough weather, today is achingly gloriously brilliantly brightly sunny! Here in Nth Co. Antrim at least.

Meh! Iffen modern wimmen want to be treated as equals, as apparently a vociferous number loudly and vehemently protest they deserve. Tough, if you get ejected by the scruff of the neck, as indeed a man would be manhandled. Or do these wimmen no like being manhandled? Disgusted of Dervock.

On a quite old, 5 to 10 year old, resinous Lodgepole pine stump.

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Ginsters, baked beans an HP sauce.

Da Man!

Inifinity times zero still = zero

An in the meantime would you whip us up a canoe made outta branches 'n cling film . . . etc etc etc P.S. I do note the absence of female company/companions, MAN, what I could have achieved iffen ah hud nivver discovered the female sex!

Nowt new folks! see link https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glasgow_razor_gangs For deterrance, hang a few, to encourage the others, start with the clearly guilty, caught red-handed ones obviously, and regardless of age.

I always carry a pocket knife, generally a Swiss Army Officer model, I have carried it for about 30 years. A mate just brought me a lockblade Hunter from the US, a lovely purely practical knife, but I dare not carry it since the blade is both (i) lockable and (ii) 3&3/4" long. Madness, that the Law cannot see the difference between 60 year old me, who carries a knife as a simple everyday tool, and the oiks/scrotes/wronguns carrying knives for nefarious purposes. I did carry an 5" bladed Opinal when living in Belfast as a student, in the early 1980,s but again to me it was a tool for cutting things, not stabbing other people. EDIT A particular puke of a Regular Army Colonel looked quite distressed, when he asked why I was wearing a lanyard looped around my epaulette, and I produced a 1953 Broad Arrow marked RE issue SS Jacknife, with a surgical scalpel taped to the smooth SS side, plus the worn out Abbotoir knife in my webbing, for "hoking" as a RE person does. A strange bloke, but then he seemed to think the same of me! mth

But it was the musing of a still sober man, i.e. written prior to my P'Elvis consumption, and alluding to Carl Benjamin's poor taste joke in respect of Jess Philips. While pondering why one "joke" disturbed me more than the other.

All I really really want, is to witness, or enjoy? my own wake. I care not what people would say, hungering more for the raw truth. Such is life, and indeed death. mth

Brew Dog's P'Elvis Juice ackurly yer Honour!