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I've long thought a big job should have two climbers on it, a little one and a big one. The little one can scamper around being fast and light, set ropes, while the big one is humping the bollard in and setting it up. Chop and change as appropriate but definitely leave a good bit in the big one's tank for the big saw work at the end of the day. I (a little one) will often get to the 661 stage of the tree and ask myself what the **************** am I doing up here with this massive heavy bastard (doing simple chogging that anyone can do) when I'm already tired from being fabulous all day on the branchwork. Or just two little ones if it's gay stuff like pruning. Either way. Negligible extra cost over a groundsman only. I'm not sure I'd hire someone that couldn't climb, unless they had some other skill. And there's no site down time when the climber needs to eat but the groundsmen don't.

Well oui, monsieur évident. But being mainly the former, it grants me the inner peace you will have no doubt noticed radiating from me.

I used to ask for a photo of the tree so I could come up with a plan in advance. Couldn't sleep. Stopped asking. Far better. Have since even cut people off on whatsapp to say don't send a picture. It's reassuring marketing too, that I don't need to see it.

I did. They all blur into one.

I always find the omission of rigging from this list hilarious. There are zero climbers in the country who when confronted with the need to rig say, “Sorry. I am only qualified to carry out free fall cutting techniques.”

I’m telling you now, the rest of the problem is the rest of the state but you have to let people get there on their own.

I assume the opiner in question is that Gary bloke who looks like he should live on a narrow boat at Hackney Wick and keep his economic illiteracy to himself? I can’t watch him. I can’t even run the risk of watching him. Here’s a start: 1. If we must have centrally issued currency, at least return to a gold standard. 2. Scrap planning restrictions. It’ll undo the land monopoly and give people space to breathe and asses the rest of the problem.

I elect to die from my injuries where I come to a halt.

It's a shame you couldn't train birds to do the gravel. There are thousands of them just flying round doing nothing. Dossers. I just saw a lovely little thing on facebook about rats that are trained to find people trapped in rubble and flick a switch and come back for a treat when they have. I'm looking at rats on facebook because I want to avoid looking at my van, that a mate and I spent a whole day on yesterday, him welding me doing various other jobs to satisfy some babe bureaucrat writing rules about the nick in my seatbelt. It's my face and my windscreen. I'll mash one into the other if I want to.

I was earlier today exposed to a workshop airline brake bleeder for the second or third time. Still shit. Push the pedal with your foot.

Get in the sea, you spiv wanker.

Everyone thought Gene Hackman was crazy and now look at him. Dead.

We need a radgie eastern Euro in England and one in Wales and we'll have a full set.

For anyone finding this thread down the line, I think the oiler is the same for other Stihl saws, which I'll write below. Stihl MS 170 oiler Stihl MS 171 oiler Stihl MS 180 oiler Stihl MS 181 oiler Stihl MS 210 oiler Stihl MS 211 oiler Stihl MS 230 oiler Stihl MS 231 oiler Stihl MS 250 oiler Stihl MS 251 oiler Stihl MS 170 service workshop manual Stihl MS 171 service workshop manual Stihl MS 180 service workshop manual Stihl MS 181 service workshop manual Stihl MS 210 service workshop manual Stihl MS 211 service workshop manual Stihl MS 230 service workshop manual Stihl MS 231 service workshop manual Stihl MS 250 service workshop manual Stihl MS 251 service workshop manual Hope that helps someone.

Yes. Thanks for posting.

As an aside, Stihl just called me since I've been haranguing them about sending me a service manual for the past fortnight. The point I made to them was this: On the one hand, Stihl wants to sell saws and make money. They don't want end users to fix their own saws because that might prolong the economic viability of keeping said saws. They want dealers to quote dealer prices so more stuff will be not economically viable to fix and keep. They want old saws in the bin and new saws on the sales ledger. But on the other hand, they have pages and pages of eco guff on their website about sustainability, energy conservation, waste prevention, climate and carbon neutrality et cetera, ad infinitum, ad nauseam. So which is it? Do they want me to put my otherwise perfectly good saw in the bin and buy another or do they want a happy green future for the world? Because it can't be both. I'm shopping for a different saw at the moment. I'll be asking for availability of servicing information before buying and giving brands who don't supply it the same hot ear I just gave Stihl.

Cheers. Got it now.

No no. You fixed it. Well done.

Try again please, Dan.

My question is now quite specific. Town and Country Planning Act 199, s 211(3)(a) says: serve(d) notice of his intention to do the act in question (with sufficient particulars to identify the tree) on the local planning authority Where are these sufficient particulars listed? I know I can do the things on Bolam's list (and they are, in my opinion, sufficient). But Bolam and I are sadly not the law. So what does the law say are sufficient particulars? Don't make me go into a legal database to find out. I want to go to bed instead.

The reason I didn't ask in the first instance is because I realised it was a stupid question.

I was going to ask this about the Isuzu micro lorry. Would some weight in the back take some off the front axle?

At one point in time, I was dealing with Alan who answers the Little Buildings e-mail, Alan who answers the Little Buildings phone, Alan who runs a garden centre I cut firewood for, Alan who was his dad and Alan who was something else to do with the firewood. The region needs more names. Just as well I'm providing some variety. One of them wasn't actually called Alan btw. It was just his nickname. FFS

Which one? Everyone there's called Alan.