Mick Dempsey

That’s very sad.

Holy thread resurrection Batman! Today… When you’re driving, a client rings and you answer, agree in principle to come over after work to give a price to ‘top’ their cedar (don’t bother to judge me, I don’t care) So I ask if they can send me an sms with their address (as I’m driving) much huffing and puffing and ‘well which direction are you coming from?’ stuff. (my imaginary voice says) “look mate I’m driving half an hour to look at this tree, the least you can do is tap a few buttons so I can get there” So I go there and it’s the usual bollocks, a decent size tall deodar to cut in half but sod it, I won’t be able to see it from my house so we start talking. He’s around 70 and starts giving me the old “I’d do it myself, but my daughter won’t let me” horseshit, then says leave it all on the ground as I have a tractor and will clear it all up (a way of maintaining his manhood after having to ask another man to do a job) I tell him, my employee can sit in the van and read comics, and the chipper can sit at home in the workshop, but either way you’re paying for them (the daughter understands this and persuades him to allow us to clear it up) So I write the quote out and get out of there, couldn’t care either ways. Anyway over dinner I revealed to my missus, I’m hitting sixty later this year and after that I’m not going to give a fook about what I say to clients, I’ve had it with listening to the same old crap.

Canals are fascinating. A country where the infrastructure depended on these waterways, then disappeared along with its world of workers, horses et al almost overnight with the coming of the railways. The Wey and Arun canal is in my home turf in the UK, they’re renovating as much as they can of it over the last 40 odd years, lots of volunteer work. A real window to the past.

For the record, I was joking.

Big lump to stop quickly!

Just dig the canals deeper under the tunnels!

Iirc another advantage was that delicate goods, like pottery, could be moved without breaking everything. The roads at the time being a nightmare. Till the railways came anyway. I just knew during that history lesson 45 years ago that nugget would be useful!

No professional tree guy would be seen dead towing that around. Is that price real? €18k will get you a really excellent second hand ‘genuine’ machine.

I had exactly the same problem back in 2016 (I think) with one of the first models. They sent me some extra rubber dampers for the control box which was getting too much vibration, can’t believe they haven’t sorted that problem! We replaced the barrel a few times as well.

I agree with everyone else about the chances of success. Who’d want that ugly thing anyway? I was just curious about how he planned to do it.

How are you proposing to do it?

Has it started yet?

Funnily enough we have exactly the same problem. Going to fix it this morning.

See what you mean Chat GPT bot maybe?

That is a very poor take on the situation.

This international duo have just dropped one of the hottest new albums of ‘23

Nigel Farage gets an apology.

I’ve never understood this ‘use an old chain’ thing. If it’s not sharp you’ll never get through the stump. As soon as you hit a stone or whatever you’ll have to sharpen it anyway, whether it is new, or on its last knockings.

Don’t enslave yourself with Google reviews, bollocks to ‘em. Bung him a £50 and tell him to feck off.

Heavy reduction in order.

Al Jolson. Lillee Langtree. Nell Gwynne. Allen-a-Dale ……

@Johnsond better him than his daughter!

Ironic thing was I was all jelly legged up a ladder trying to foam the nest whilst these chinooks were coming in and out. I instructed him to keep clear so he was 20 odd meters away. One just left the nest and headed straight for him, bang! Straight on his temple, then away, so you could be right.

Yep Joe, that’s how it went for me, be careful.

Well yeah, but we don’t have to put the amount of work into a quote that you do, so if someone doesn’t respond I assume they don’t want me to do the work. I’d charge them for the plans if I were you.