The Night Mail

[Happy Hippo]

6 hours ago, Dave Hunt said:

Snip....... a photograph of Barbara Cartland in a fur coat with her hands tucked into a muff.....

 

 

 Muffs appear to have gone out of fashion.

[jamie92208]

10 hours ago, br2975 said:

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My first eight years were spent working from Ely Police Station in Cardiff.

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Just before the Deputy Chief Constable directed I be moved the 2 miles down the same road, to Canton, I was experiencing my annual appraisal, during which my Superintendent asked me to "sum up  working Ely in one sentence"

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My response, of "A cross between Hill Street Blues and MASH" had him in hysterics.

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To this day, Hill Street Blues remains my all time favourite 'cop drama'

Yes Hill St Blues was Brilliant.  The best one for me was the original, "The growing pai s of PC Penrose". Set in Slagcaster and written by Roy Clarke creator of Last of the Summer Wine. He had been a West Ridi g bobby for a few years.  It could have been fimed in my first nick at Rothwell.

8 hours ago, simontaylor484 said:

Yes that one.

I can see one of his edifices when I look out of the bedroom window.

His offices were in Pontefract  he used to live on the edge of Pontefract just as you leave towards Darrington 

 

 

Yest the Police Stations that he designed were good to work from. Well thought out with minimal manning needs. Unlike a new one that I once moved to.

8 hours ago, Dave Hunt said:

I found when we had Sam, our Labrador dog, that he was an invaluable companion when a SBD was in the offing as people would automatically look in his direction. He was also a natural fall guy as if I said, "Saammm!" sotto voce he would turn round and look at his bum. Why he did that I don't know but it was a very useful trait.

 

Dave 

Who can forget the immortal scene in 10, where the old crone farts and the dog racesout of the room.  The priest tells Dudley Moor, "Every time Mrs Crump farts we kick thedog". It's difficult to forget Bo Derek and Bolero as well.

 

As to muffs being out of fashion, appare tly the GB cycling team girls have had their shaving kit confiscated.  According to a BBC report they were generating lots of infections by shaving delicate areas.

 

Jamie

Edited August 2, 2022 by jamie92208

[Oldddudders]

13 hours ago, New Haven Neil said:

 

THAT Poulson?  Ruined Newcastle....

And did very little for Cannon St station in London! The suburban platforms, where trains came and went in quick succession and many milled about, were narrow islands. The main line platforms, where trains dwelt for much longer and people were in less of a hurry - were nice and wide.....

[Compound2632]

14 minutes ago, Oldddudders said:

And did very little for Cannon St station in London! The suburban platforms, where trains came and went in quick succession and many milled about, were narrow islands. The main line platforms, where trains dwelt for much longer and people were in less of a hurry - were nice and wide.....

 

That sounds more like the civil engineer's department than the architect?

[New Haven Neil]

2 hours ago, Compound2632 said:

 

That sounds more like the civil engineer's department than the architect?

 

He probably bribed them too. Allegedly.

[Happy Hippo]

13 minutes ago, New Haven Neil said:

 

He probably bribed them too. Allegedly.

You can say what you like about him: You cannot defame a dead person. 

[Winslow Boy]

2 minutes ago, Happy Hippo said:

You can say what you like about him: You cannot defame a dead person. 

 

Isn't that what's Cancel is for?

[simontaylor484]

Poulsons legacy is all over Pontefract from flats to the library to school buildings. And his former home where he had partied said to include known kiddie fiddlers Jimmy Savile and Peter Jaconelli 

Thankfully he got sent down before he could ruin Pontefract with his "Masterplan"

Just watching Commonwealth gymnastics now the cricket has finished. One lady gymnast doing a routine on a beam commentator says "Lovely Split"

 

[Happy Hippo]

7 minutes ago, simontaylor484 said:

"Lovely Split"

 

A muffled titter ran through TNM....

 

But no one was quick enough to stop him before he escaped.

[simontaylor484]

19 minutes ago, Happy Hippo said:

A muffled titter ran through TNM....

 

But no one was quick enough to stop him before he escaped.

Reminds me of a joke regarding a man running through a court feeling the breasts of all the women present  when some one asked who he was the reply was he is the court titter. We heard that in the Old Bailey a titter ran through the court

Edited August 2, 2022 by simontaylor484
Spell checker

[newbryford]

16 hours ago, Northmoor said:

I find the satisfaction of an SBD successfully abandoned in a supermarket, for instance, is much exceeded by the embarrassment when what is expected to be an SBD turns into an absolute ear-splitter in the cereal aisle.

 

Snap crackle and pop?

Edited August 2, 2022 by newbryford

[newbryford]

15 hours ago, br2975 said:

 

And one funny missive that appeared almost annually in the local, Cardiff Rag Mag was 'the bake bean joke'............................

This one?

 

Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans.
He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction
on him. One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it was apparent that they
would marry, he thought to himself, "She'll never go for me carrying on like
that," so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans, and shortly after
that they got married.
A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down and since they
lived in the country, he called his wife and told her he would be late because
he had to walk. On is way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma
of baked beans overwhelmed him.
Since he still had several miles to walk he figured he could walk off any ill
affects before he got home. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving had
three extra large helpings of baked beans. All the way home he "putt-putted". He
"putted" down one hill and "putt-putted" up the next. By the time he arrived
home he felt reasonably safe.
His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed,
"Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She
put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and
made him promise not to peek. At this point he was beginning to feel another one
coming on. Just as she was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang.
She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and she went to
answer the phone.
While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg
and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard
time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him.
He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg
and "rrriiiipppp!" It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse.
To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would
dissipate. Things had just about returned to normal when he felt another urge
coming. He shifted his weight to his other leg and let go. This was a real blue
ribbon winner; the windows rattled, the dishes on the table shook and a minute
later the flowers on the table were dead. While keeping an ear tuned in on the
conversation in the hallway, and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he
carried on like this for the next ten minutes, farting and fanning them each
time with his napkin.
When he heard the "phone farewells" (indicating the end of his loneliness, and
freedom) he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it.
Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in.
Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner. After
assuring her he had not, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "Surprise!"
To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table
for his surprise birthday party.

 

[newbryford]

8 hours ago, jamie92208 said:

 

 

As to muffs being out of fashion, apparently the GB cycling team girls have had their shaving kit confiscated.  According to a BBC report they were generating lots of infections by shaving delicate areas.

 

Jamie

 

Have you seen the Colombian women's cycling team kit?

 

 

 

[coastalview]

This could be rather worrying 

 

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2022/aug/02/call-for-hippos-to-join-list-of-worlds-most-endangered-animals-aoe?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

[SM42]

16 hours ago, Happy Hippo said:

A hippo's attitude is DILIGAS.

 

 

That is always a risk. 

 

Bad news

 

The bicycle is in  for repair and not expected back till Saturday. 

 

What is an SM42 to do?

 

Andy

[PhilJ W]

56 minutes ago, newbryford said:

This one?

 

Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans.
He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction
on him. One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it was apparent that they
would marry, he thought to himself, "She'll never go for me carrying on like
that," so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans, and shortly after
that they got married.
A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down and since they
lived in the country, he called his wife and told her he would be late because
he had to walk. On is way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma
of baked beans overwhelmed him.
Since he still had several miles to walk he figured he could walk off any ill
affects before he got home. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving had
three extra large helpings of baked beans. All the way home he "putt-putted". He
"putted" down one hill and "putt-putted" up the next. By the time he arrived
home he felt reasonably safe.
His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed,
"Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She
put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and
made him promise not to peek. At this point he was beginning to feel another one
coming on. Just as she was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang.
She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and she went to
answer the phone.
While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg
and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard
time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him.
He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg
and "rrriiiipppp!" It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse.
To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would
dissipate. Things had just about returned to normal when he felt another urge
coming. He shifted his weight to his other leg and let go. This was a real blue
ribbon winner; the windows rattled, the dishes on the table shook and a minute
later the flowers on the table were dead. While keeping an ear tuned in on the
conversation in the hallway, and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he
carried on like this for the next ten minutes, farting and fanning them each
time with his napkin.
When he heard the "phone farewells" (indicating the end of his loneliness, and
freedom) he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it.
Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in.
Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner. After
assuring her he had not, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "Surprise!"
To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table
for his surprise birthday party.

 

Thats a corker, the only thing I would dispute is that the twelve dinner guests were still seated around the table. More likely they would be laying on the floor gasping for air.

[br2975]

1 hour ago, newbryford said:

This one?

 

Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans.
He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction
on him. One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it was apparent that they
would marry, he thought to himself, "She'll never go for me carrying on like
that," so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans, and shortly after
that they got married.
A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down and since they
lived in the country, he called his wife and told her he would be late because
he had to walk. On is way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma
of baked beans overwhelmed him.
Since he still had several miles to walk he figured he could walk off any ill
affects before he got home. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving had
three extra large helpings of baked beans. All the way home he "putt-putted". He
"putted" down one hill and "putt-putted" up the next. By the time he arrived
home he felt reasonably safe.
His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed,
"Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She
put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and
made him promise not to peek. At this point he was beginning to feel another one
coming on. Just as she was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang.
She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and she went to
answer the phone.
While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg
and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard
time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him.
He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg
and "rrriiiipppp!" It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse.
To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would
dissipate. Things had just about returned to normal when he felt another urge
coming. He shifted his weight to his other leg and let go. This was a real blue
ribbon winner; the windows rattled, the dishes on the table shook and a minute
later the flowers on the table were dead. While keeping an ear tuned in on the
conversation in the hallway, and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he
carried on like this for the next ten minutes, farting and fanning them each
time with his napkin.
When he heard the "phone farewells" (indicating the end of his loneliness, and
freedom) he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it.
Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in.
Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner. After
assuring her he had not, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "Surprise!"
To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table
for his surprise birthday party.

 

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Yep, the very same !

[SM42]

Evening train watching pass has been granted. 

 

Wooohoo!

 

Andy

[New Haven Neil]

I thought the baked bean joke was going to be the one where the girl is asked who the father is....??  Too near the knuckle for here.

[SM42]

Not much to see train wise at Gadki. 

 

Lots of military flying going on at 31st tactical group though

 

Paledzie yielded a few more trains, but mostly I just missed them as I was arriving in the car park, or walking up to the station

 

ED76 028 was waiting the road after being overtaken by an express with an MRCE loco on the front

 

 

 

Saw 5 trains in about as many minutes and this was the only one I could identify

 

Andy

[Tony_S]

9 minutes ago, SM42 said:

and this was the only one I could identify

You would love our local line. Anything other than a class 357 is really rare. Trainspotters just have to get excited about whether it is a 4 or 8 car unit. There are even some connected as 12 car sets at peak times. 

[Winslow Boy]

5 hours ago, SM42 said:

 

That is always a risk. 

 

Bad news

 

The bicycle is in  for repair and not expected back till Saturday. 

 

What is an SM42 to do?

 

Andy

 

I suspect sabotage. Somebody obviously doesn't want you take part.

[AndyID]

22 minutes ago, Tony_S said:

You would love our local line. Anything other than a class 357 is really rare. Trainspotters just have to get excited about whether it is a 4 or 8 car unit. There are even some connected as 12 car sets at peak times. 

 

Couldn't they check to see if the numbers are prime?

[AndyID]

Just now, Winslow Boy said:

 

I suspect sabotage. Somebody obviously doesn't want you take part.

 

My bike was sabotaged. I've hardly ever used it and I was going to pass it on to our son but I thought I better make some adjustments to fix the chain skipping/slipping problem. Turns out the gears in the gear cluster were in a completely different plane from the wheel 😀

 

The freewheel was hopelessly cross-threaded on the hub. I thought about getting a new hub but because of my "economical" genetic programming I thought I'd take a shot at fixing it. These are the before and after pics. I threaded the other end of the hub. (BTW, it's 24 TPI.)

 

Before

 

 

After

 

 

[simontaylor484]

Can't beat being economical with your own money.

 

The money is better off in your pocket than some bike spares shop