That's not very nice.I'm afraid you are another person who is of the mistaken belief that TROLLEY is somehow "Operated" by a cabal when nothing is further from the truth.I am the same gentleman who joined the "Good Ship BBS" way back in 1999.Have a lovely weekend and a win today will be just the tonic.Look after yourself in these troubled times.

Glad All Over!

Too few people understand the relevance of November 5th these days.

Goes back also to the days when fireworks were a pleasant family experience (baked potatoes in the bonfire, dad losing his spare work trousers) and not the present-day incendiary devices. My brother and I often used to make a few shillings with penny for the guy for a few extra bangers and coloured sparklers. Such is progress :(.

I agree. Although the Catherine Wheel may be linked to an instrument of torture, nailing one to the fence and trying to get to spin is far more enjoyable than a million quid display.

Very unusual for any to turn up at the door without their parents these days and when it does happen they are normally in large groups. What bugs me is that they are like locusts. The concept of ‘take one unless offered more, seems to have passed them by and we have to siphon the stock of goodies into a smaller bowl these days or the first one just grabs them all. Would normally urge them to take a couple but they seem to start with a handful. Parents just playing on their phones taking no notice. As a kid we didn’t ‘do Halloween. Guy fawkes and Xmas

They were typically a disaster though weren’t they? Puddly little things that putted and stuck before blowing themselves off the fence. One year my Dad proudly came home with a monster one mounted on a wooden frame with what looked like a series of rockets horizontally strapped to the edge to make it spin. Elaborate lighting mechanism and huge. Massive anticipation and most of the street was in to watch. Came to the big moment and he lit it and stood back as per... nothing, nervous looks, more nothing, lots of peering and staring. As the moans from the kids started he stepped forward and it started but only one rocket which gave it a half turn and cockeyed it must have bent something and so it just stopped dead. The flames lit the other rockets at the wrong end and it seemed to turn into an intense inferno like a blow torch before blowing up and taking the fence post cap with it and leaving the post on fire. As mothers had by then scuttled the younger ones away fearing for their lives we were all left rolling around laughing while my Dad attempted to put out fire. Awesome and worth every penny for the comedy element but useless. My Dad saw the funny side but only after expressing his anger in rich Anglo Saxon terms. A classic.

:D

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My good self always enjoyed the 'Rockets' as they soared up into the night sky with a "Whoosh" sound before that starburst of colours drawing an "Ooh" from the crowds below.Very pretty and candescent.In bygone days I was taken to Lewes for their famed bonfire and fireworks display which has always drawn a large crowd,unfortunately I now have to use a stick so I cannot attend such events.Such is life.

Fireworks are banned in Ireland (you have to drive to the North to get them) and yet pretty much everyone has a stash of semtex and an armalite under some blankets in the wardrobe. Unbelievable Jeff.

To my memory, we NEVER got a Catherine Wheel to work...

Indoor fireworks always a great disappointment, too. A box of items resembling different coloured cat turds to light up.

Especially when it falls off and into the rest of the fireworks, which explode in consequence sending a rocket through a neighbour’s window. Which happened to us in about 1960.

Remember one that work so well it set the fence alight. Also banned even when I was young Jumping Jack's. You put it on the ground and lit it and it randomly jumped all over the place. And genies made by emptying the powder from a number of bangers and lighting in one go.

I set fire to a fence panel in our back garden a few years ago with a CW.

As you were.

My fondest memory of my dad involved him building a huge guy for my young siblings, which was to be entered in to a best guy competition, in Herne Bay park. This guy was bloody enormous, at least 6 foot tall, we went to the park with this thing laying across a 2 child buggy. We got there and found that the display was using an open top bus, with the old jump on, jump off platform at the back. Instead of propping the guy against the bus like all the others had been, my dad using shoe laces , decided to tie this huge guy on to the platform at the bottom of the stairs going to the upper deck, once done he settled back admiring his work and awaited the guaranteed victory. There was a largish crowd which suddenly parted allowing, Wolf from gladiator, his entourage and Herne Bay bigwigs, through, they made a bee line to the bus where without our knowledge they were giving out awards to local heroes, the presentation was to be from the upper deck of the bus. This huge guy completely blocked the stairs and a commotion soon ensued. My poor dad went to remove the guy, he had no scissors and in the dark found the knotts impossible to untie, the head fell off and rolled away and dismemberment the was his only option, leaving 2 arms and a leg behind. He never won the competition.

Few years back we discovered that a third of a mile away we had a stock of buried Semtex. We all thought it was a Distribution Haulage company based on what used to be a farm, well it was one, both in the normal sense but also for the bombs they were making and shipping around Europe apparently. Gulp. So apparently Wakefield was the place for Rhubarb lovers and terrorist organisations to get the best in Europe. Helicopters, roads blocked off army and police everywhere. Now they have knocked it all down and built a small housing development instead. Not sure I would dig in their gardens mind.

Might explain that large sweaty parcel we received once. We politely explained it’s not for us, adding that I think you are looking for ‘McGinty the bomb’ at number 25..... No one had a clue

We used to find a block of flats with a lift. O pen the lift door press the button to the top floor then lob in a twopenny canon banger and leg it. The noise as it went off was incredible.

Yeah what happened to penny for the guy?

Always tempted to give ex lax chocolate. Wicked mind, sorry. That'll teach them to take sweets from strangers :supergrin:

Stranger danger.

Would have thought that they were still banned in the north. They were in 78/79 during the troubles. As were toy guns.

Sneaky. Probably take out the parents as well as they always arrive chomping on the kids horde. :) we always get loads of stuff in for them. One year we went to town and dressed the house, went to the door in stuff and had thriller laughs blasting out when they arrived but tbh they were just interested in the sweets, so we don’t bother. It just wasn’t a serious thing when I was a kid but we seem to have caught it from the us via Facebook etc etc. TBH we don’t seem to be able to tell the difference

Have been present when a banger was lit in an old glass milk bottle. You had to run and hide behind something very solid. One friend also threw one into a letterbox. I was already running home as fast as possible by the time that went off.

Dog owners who don’t pick up their shit.

Cyclists who think it’s ok to cycle At stupid speeds on a narrow path, coming from behind.

Shouldn't they be using a toilet?

I've lost count of the times I've had to dodge a speeding pavement cyclist when coming out of the garden gate.
My favourite was the one who ended up face planting into the bins, and then began to berate me for coming out without warning. Twat.

Get out of the way. They own the path. Like they own all the roads in the country. And get eyes in the back of your head too.

You need a licence.

To be fair I think all rechargeable battery packs have a limited life span.

I've got a DeWalt cordless drill with 2 battery packs in the kit. I always have to have one on the charger if I'm drilling a bunch of holes.

I fully expect the leaf blowers power pack to diminish power life over the year.

These people do not exist, according to stevek.

And if they did its.ok because car drivers do it as well.

Lol, served the twat right. Did you make any comment? :lux:

:p

I was waiting at a red light recently, when a cyclist cruised past me (through the red light, obviously), ear-buds in, texting & not wearing a helmet.

I mentioned this to to her when I caught up with her at the next set of lights (I’m guessing she was on a ‘skip one, stop at one’ cycle). She was suitably apologetic.

Those gangs of teenagers on bikes doing wheelies on busy roads. Lairy fkers. And not just cyclists on the pavements, I’ve seen lots of idiots on those motorised scooters going too fast on the pavements too.

A lamp post, a gate post and piano wire :angel:

Just been to drop the glass off at the recycling and people have left a load of plastic bags on the floor.

What sort of person is bothered enough to take their glass to be recycled but not bothered enough to put their plastic bags in the bin?

Headphones, when you’re going about your business and the leads get caught on furniture and are violently yanked out of your ears. Grrrr. It’s irritating as you want to blame someone else for it but can’t.

You know wireless exists?

It goes very quiet if you take the wires off though :( ........

Leaves quietly, sorry.

Why aren’t you listening to the music in your head?

Tried some once and the whole pairing up palaver done my head in.

Ear trumpet, gaffered to your head?

:D.

Can’t believe I’m admitting this but when I used to run long distance, those bud earphones were just not compatible with my ears and annoyingly kept falling out, so out came the gaffer tape to resolve the problem.

My inner Mr Bean can be strong with me at times.

Humans who don't pick up their litter and who throw their fag buts on the deck or out of their cars.

I stumbled across "The Two Escobars" on BBC iPlayer last night. It's a Storyville documentary about Pablo Escobar and other Colombian Drug Lord's influence on the country's football. In particular Nacional of Medellin (unsurprisingly) winning The Copa Libertadores in 1989, and how it all tragically spiralled out of control with the murder of Colombia full-back Andres Escobar after his own goal in the 1994 World Cup against USA (spoiler alert ... )

If you're a fair bit younger than me and don't know the story, then it should be fascinating. For the rest of us, there's not a whole lot new but it's still very interesting. If you like it, check out the other documentary about his hippos and how they escaped his private zoo after his death and have subsequently flourished in the Colombian countryside. I don't have its name to hand (in fact there could be more than one) but it should be easy to find and is well worth watching.

It doesn't sound that annoying.

Did you mean the things that annouy you thread?

I would also recommend Narcos on Netflix about Escobar

Says the guy that can make brilliant animated movies and post them on YouTube.

Oh, and like you, ear buds won't stay in my ears... I have some Bose (corded) earbuds that have these plastic attachments that fit in all the nooks and crannies of the ear and don't fall out. Don't look cool, but really work well.

Oh shit. I wondered where that post had gone to. Intended for the "Recommend a TV programme" thread. I have no idea how that happened apart from being pissed.

Is it worth moving? Probably not. Sorry.

:p

I reckon it's definitely worth reposting as loads of people on that thread love Narcos.

Schmaltzy or upbeat adverts that reference the coronavirus.

It was for Escobar.

We were up on the South Downs Way with the dog a couple of weeks ago. Path was maybe 6 feet wide at this point, there's 3 of us spread out plus Archie on the extending lead. First we knew of this idiot cyclist was the skidding noise as he jammed his brakes on a few feet away, no bell, no warning. The path was pretty straight at this point so he'd have seen us in plenty of time

I just renewed my Auto Club membership, and the conformation No. was: 2216684559203330921202015228200A

WTF! On what planet does that many numbers have any meaning???

It didn't annoy me, but I recently saw an advert for some disinfectant - maybe Lysoform or ome such. They mentioned the stat of killing 99.....% of viruses.

I am sure they used to use the word bacteria.

can't use the word bacteria anymore as it offends Brighton and hove

When a fox walks through screaming its head off, setting my dogs off at 03.30am.
I am now drinking tea and reading.

My dogs are now sleeping. Bastards.

:D
It’s a funny thing to get annoyed about.

A good observation H, true, but funny.

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I guess annoyed is not the right word... but posted here for want of a better place.

I seem to recall there is a "Things you don't understand" thread somewhere... but the Mods don't like us digging up old threads! :D

Oh, and now I'm 65 I'm entitled to get annoyed at odd things! :p

Like double posts....

Capitalist pig dogs trying to be right on anarchists.

I hate it when the number is not a prime number.....but the reference is unique

More like bloody Pi!

I do see today's date in there... but with all those numbers that might be a coincidence!

21-09-2020?

I see they have added the date to your unique reference number and added couple of extra digits random to make it unique. But it is massive, they need to come with another idea me thinks

another equally ridiculous thing involving date of births.

One of the largest pension groups in the U.K. sets up user ids for online logins using the users date of birth with a few additional digits.

Get it every night.Wanker 4 doors up feeds the feckin things:veryangry

Just logged into your membership using that number....

You don't really want things like dates of birth or other public personal information in an identifier because they help fraudsters guess your identifier. The National Health Service CHI number for example is prone to being guessed because it consists of the date of birth and just about enough other information to disambiguate. Long identifiers like the one above are harder to hack, but any publicly known data in them is essentially redundant because a fraudster could already know these details. It will probably contain a checksum, because this allows checking of the validity of an identifier without a database lookup (up to a point), and also means that most identifiers "made up" by a fraudster will be invalid, unless the checksum function has been compromised.

It's the 'A' on the end that is critical :D

I recognise that elongated number from my eye-test.

Basildon council and the inability to rent me an empty garage.Absolute useless idiots.Garage number 4,6 and 7 opposite my house has been empty for over a year,yet they tell me there's a waiting list:wallbash::wallbash:

The things you learn from Google, nice to see the free wifi on your bus is being used properly.

I'm pretty sure he said he did "data" for a living, if I've got the right poster.

I am no longer engaging with this seven-year-old playground bully who seems to think following me about and putting me down in exactly the same non-funny, boring, repetitive way over and over again is a good use of his time; but yes, you are right. I've been designing stuff like that professionally since 2004.

Defo with your on this one.

That looks like engaging to me.

Standing in a lift with clear signage: “You must wear a mask” and some dick walking in not wearing a mask.

Asking them to politely put one on and it nearly escalating into a punch up.

Twice today

He says he did a lot of things for a living, the blokes a bullshitter.

I'm a very engaging person.

I know that :)

Did you find that annoying?


:)

I do think that is wrong. I understand it is easy to find the person but they can keep that as a unique customer ID for their reference than giving it as a reference for the customer

Bernard Castle?

No, but hedgey might when he wakes up and finds out what I've done. ;)

I'm not sure whats wrong with the world when either someone would fake being a data architect or someone would think that someone would fake being a data architect.

That has annoyed me.

You can remove this annoyance in the same way as I have done - by placing idiots like him on ignore. Apparently he still hasn't noticed.

Good luck getting a tow truck to come to Spain...

Who's he?

Lol

Bless him

That would be annoying waiting for a tow truck to come all the way from LA to Spain......

Trust me, from experience, it's annoying waiting for a tow truck to come all the way from just around the corner...

Apparently I don't give a shit. :hi:

You'll have plenty to choose from soon. ;)

Don't sweat it sugar tits. :love:

:)

It should have read Barnard Castle.....Just testing eye sights here and looks like you passed

Agree

You lot. Miserable ****ers, all of you. :)

I would hate to think I am missing Pete's little barbs by having him on ignore.

Ding Ding, fares please.

People who don't recognise that there are socio-economic factors that affect the spread of viruses.