Broithe

Trying to explain Horslips to someone, I spotted the nice train in the background from about 1:20 in.

Steady! He's been missing for five hours now...

You need to sign out now, assuming she doesn't have access to your password - then sign back in hourly and report on your wellbeing...

It's up on blocks now, someone pinched the wheels a few weeks back.

Not if he keeps working at this pace.

. This reminded me of an event with one of the circuit breakers described above. Actually the one where the scalpel was dropped on my head. The bloke who dropped it was called Jack and worked for the CEGB, the ESB equivalent on the Big Island. He had no idea what he was doing, but also no understanding of how little he knew. He was also the dropper of the scalpel. They blew up one of the breakers in a dramatic and potentially fatal way. I know what they did, but they denied it and tried to blame us, saying it had 'just blown up', so we had to go through a pointless pretence of trying to find the "reason". The operation of these devices is fairly violent. In normal operation, though, the system stopped the mechanism from reversing until the operation had been completed, but, when hand operated, a person could defeat this delay, if they really tried, and cause the operating tube to buckle and break the pressured porcelain column that held the interrupter head up in the air. One of their chaps had blown the centre phase up, by doing this and only narrowly avoided killing himself in the process. He admitted hand-operating it and hearing a 'funny noise', then finding that it wouldn't operate again (because the loss of gas pressure had locked it out), so he got up and stepped back, falling over the ton of interrupter lying in the gravel just behind him, having caused the 'funny noise' as it fell down. So, we had to go through the process of seeing that the stresses were well within a reasonable range, when it really was operated properly. This involved sticking strain gauges all over the surviving breaker on the site and operating it in the manner in which they claimed to have done to the exploded one. Anyway, the aforesaid Jack, who had no idea of what he was supposed to be doing, spent a lot of time trying to see how we were setting up our strain gauges, so that he could copy us. The CEGB had said that they would supply a caravan to house the rather delicate electronics that we brought up with us. They had no shortage of money at all and I expected a caravan the size of a decent house, but, possibly in a further effort to stop us showing that it was not our fault, they supplied the smallest caravan that I've ever seen. My colleague, Barry, of whom more may be said at a later date, was the strain gauge king, so I left him to it in the caravan, as there was very little space. Jack, determined to see what was going on, went in there with him, but had to crouch and lean back against the door. The 'safety officer' felt the need to say something to Barry, for some reason, and grabbed the catch of the door - caravan doors open outwards - this was all that was holding Jack in place, like a coiled spring - and Jack, prestressed against the door, shot out horizontally, like a missile, taking the safety man off his feet and carrying him a yard back into a concrete pillar, winding him so violently that we considered calling an ambulance. I was nearly hyperventilating to the same degree...

You could make a reasonable cutter, particularly for aluminium, from a drill with the diameter of your router's collets. I did something similar, although in wood, when I wanted to rout a shallow groove to mount a tape just below a bench surface, to avoid it snagging and getting scraped. My routers were 200 miles away at the time, but I bodged up a reasonable device from a cordless drill and a right-angle stand.

That's a better idea, but potentially less 'entertaining'...

Now that you've done this as a prototype, will you be releasing it as a brass kit?

If you get no luck on doing it the proper way, it would be feasible to bodge up a sort of 'thicknesser', using an abrasive wheel, even an angle grinder. It would need great care and experimentation, particularly to get the dimension right on the first one, but it is achievable. After that, the second two should pass through and then be identical in thickness. Just don't stand where it will be going if it snags up...

Private clamping on the Big Island became largely illegal a decade ago. You do see the odd clamp by a state agency, but not many. It is all about who's done what and to whom. With the Post Office as an example, there appears to have been a clear and widespread conspiracy to pervert the course of justice on a large scale over many years, but, somehow, the cops seem able to ignore that. They'll drag anti-oil protestors off the road and fling them into the back of a van, but won't say 'boo' to a farmer blocking the same road in a separate dispute. Etc. It can be hard to know which laws you're allowed to break and which you aren't. I wouldn't venture into Birmingham much, but I had to go once and, approaching a set of traffic lights as they changed to red, I could have stopped, but I got the idea that the bloke behind me wasn't going to be interested in stopping, so I went through. When I glanced in the mirror, I saw that another six cars behind him had also followed us through. There's also the madness that you don't have to put signs up for a 30mph limit, although there will usually be a set - but, the mere presence of lampposts less than 200m apart is enough to specify the speed limit - as if you're supposed to get out and measure the gaps. There are a few sections of roads with no signs and a run of street lights that 'generate quite a bit of cash' via their speed cameras. The opposite is also true - there are sections of the A55 with streetlighting but no repeater signs showing the 70mph limit that the cops actually assume is there. It's all a gamble, at times. I always used to assume that the speed limits were in nautical miles per hour, rather than mph, but even that is dodgy now. The enforced limits are generally slower in 'quiet' areas, like Wales and the more rural parts of England, than they would be in the busy parts. And three lane roads still exist in a few places, where you can drive in the centre lane in either direction and it's up to you and the bloke who'll run into you to play chicken competently...

Everything is 'privatised' now. They work for the company, not the public.

I worked with a bloke in the 70s and 80s who was a Herald aficionado. Although a fan of them, Harry was not in denial about their (many) weaknesses. His three-week annual holiday would comprise the second and third weeks away in Wales or Scotland, preceded by the first week dismantling and reassembling the car in preparation. He always carried a lot of general spares, as a quick repair in order to get back home was often a requirement of any trip. He did, also, have a policy of never travelling over the county boundary without a half-shaft in the boot. Over the years, this proved to be a sound policy, as he changed at least three of them at the side of the road... At one point, when teaching his long-suffering wife, Thelma, to drive and acquiescing to her assertion that she could drive it into the garage now, he was nagging her so much about missing the rather tight gateposts that she failed to stop in front of the, as yet unopened, wooden double doors of the garage. The car, an estate, sailed on through the doors into the interior. He was a serious hoarder of 'good stuff' and the garage was packed, leaving only the shape of the car in the middle. The collapsed garage doors stopped the possibility of reversing back out and the stored items precluded the car doors being opened. His normal practice was to stop on the drive, open the garage doors and push the car in, then pulling it back out, when it was next to be used. Luckily, this car was an estate and he was able to exit via the tailgate, remove the obstructions and pull the car back out, with her still in it, so she could get out. Realising that he had at least some blame for this event, no words were ever exchanged about it and he merely repaired the garage doors to the standard of a museum conservator.

See the note above about inconveniencing posh people. That's how the place works - you need to know what is supposed to have been done, who is supposed to have done it and who it is supposed to have been done to - a competent assessment of those details will provide a clear prediction of the response of those paid to do the enforcement.

Nobody posh was inconvenienced, therefore no response would be forthcoming. It's been like that for the whole of this century. Parking on footpaths is, outside London, not actually a specific offence in itself in England and Wales, although there is talk of extending the regulation to the country bumpkins. This would be a bit of an issue as, for example, only about half a mile away, there are signs telling you to park half on the path*... As with many things on the Big Island, it's all a bit mad, Ted. Whilst you could, in very extreme circumstances, be done for obstructing the highway, you would need to be obstructing somebody that matters. However, driving on the footpath is an offence - so, how else did you manage to park there, etc..? You just have to know, or guess, what is actually allowed. * E.g. - Here - https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@52.8120785,-2.1109126,3a,27.5y,110.64h,84.42t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sSbdpG3nsUNePHKaFiiIDDA!2e0!7i13312!8i6656?entry=ttu