Thatâs Barryâs job at Wembley meet ups ffs!
This is what Facebook is forâŚlight hearted funâŚ
I posted this on a Facebook group Iâm signed up to yesterday about a well known local Driving Instructor in Lymington where I spent my teenage yearsâŚ
âYes my first lesson was on Saturday 4th June 1966 in Mr. Rixâs blue âCâ registered Vauxhall Viva. I had a course of 8 lessons for 8 guineas. My first hill was the High Street with market stalls on both sides of the road. I remember getting up to a hairraising 40 mph going up Efford HillâŚit was a hairy ride. Sorry, Iâm cursed with a good memoryâ
Later Mr Rixâs son posted thisâŚ
âAnd here it isâ
There is a Dubai nostalgia page there as well, pics going back to the 60s tales, where are they now stuff.
Also a Memorial Board. Sad to learn of the passing of a guy called GKK Nair this week.
He joined Emirates on day one & became Company Secretary.
Randomly, he & Tim Clark ended up in a restaurant in Paris before the 1998 WC Final.
Hearing the whole story of the airline 1st hand , the tale of picking between A330 & B777 when they launched & the âŹ260,000 bill for wine that Airbus incurred before being told theyâd ordered Boeing.
At itâs best FB can bring back great memories
At its worstâŚ
I find it really weird because I see hardly any nasty stuff on FB at all. I have just over 400 âfriendsâ in about 12 years, mostly hobby related and family. I have to say I donât post politics or religion so maybe thatâs why.
I have a basic rule no friends unless I have met them. Nobody fromcurrent work(excet now with the Tour stuff obv. And a private profile.
There are annoying friends. One in the States is full Trump/Republican and reposts/likes stuff that would turn this place into a war zone. Also couple of good life long mates are anti-vaxxers covid deniers etc. Do my head in with their comments. When we could sit in apub when I was back on trips we could argue that shit all day long. But it does pollute my timeline.
Equally canât unfriend a real friend
I learned to drive in a Vauxhall Viva, in Jersey. Surprisingly nippy little car in itâs day, though a bit rattley and the shock absorbers werenât the best.
The old man has a Vauxhall Victor Estate and thought he was something, until after having it for a few weeks he found its true measure was MPB or Miles Per Breakdown. It averaged about 50.
A rival to the epic Austin âAll agroâ
I was issued with an Allegro company car many years ago. It was without fail the worst car I have ever drive.
It was delivered to the office where I was working, and I nearly got killed twice before I had travelled very far - once as I drove up to the main road, and the brakes were virtually non existent, and then when I tried to pull out not the stream of traffic, and the acceleration was so poor.
That Viva had a great gearbox and clutch so an ideal driving school car. The gear change was like flicking a switch with a light forgiving clutch.
National Doughnut Day tomorrow!
Confession time!! My first car was a Lada Riva. It was as cheap af and had a bench front seat, terrific little quarter lights so you could have a proper smoke when driving without getting ash back at you and a magnificent russian user guide which was huge - obviously didnât understand a fecking word.
But it handled like a fresher on free alcopop week - all over the place - especially once you got above 30. I ended up totalling it when i smacked into a lamp post just off the badger farm roundabout by the pitt vale petrol station in Winchester. i was just following traffic and it decided to spin off the road! There was a sad looking red paint scar at the bottom half of the post for years afterwards.
Like most of Poland today I have spent the afternoon in a post Gluten overdose coma.
Yes, even P_F was up at the crack of 08:30 today to spend a happy 20 minutes (NOT) de-icing the car so we could head to Auchan & the Mall. First up was my new with Beard Passport pics for Immigration next week, followed by a row with Mrs P_F who tried to insist I needed to buy an @saintbletch shirt in a sale for about 3 quidâŚ
Anyway, after the main shop (Football & Steak for me tonight) we fought our way through the crowds to THE POP-UP Donut ShopâŚ
Lidl were running a promotion - spend 10 quid buy 12 donuts for 10p each
Breakfast TV - all channels - how to make Donuts
Hells Kitchen this afternoon - the Donut special.
Damn they even sorted the roads iust to make it easier to do Donuts
I need a cold beer. Anything but bloody food
I went to Bulgaria in 1999 and we booked a hire car before arriving. We ended up with a Lada. It was a beast of a thing but did get us about for the week. We laughed a lot.
Been doing the numbers for the facilities we look after. Without going into detail, if I had a pound for every pack weâd dispensed, Iâd be able to comfortably give up work forever.
Same applies to the amount dispensed because of our improvements, e.g the year on year improvement.
Iâm in the wrong fucking business
Weekend off after a 12 day stretch.
So my Doctors have offered me a vaccination because i am a carer for my daughters (Mrs BTripz hasnât been offered one yet but thatâs another story).
So, as I was doing the Novavax trial, this morning I got unblinded and the results were that I had been given the vaccination, back in November.
So boo ya beat you all
Is that the one that makes your willy shrink
Must have had it years ago if thatâs the caseâŚ
I have been moaning about something that has come into my bailiwick recently. Please note that a personal professional maxim of mine is not to bitch about something bad unless you have something better to replace it.
The people I got the code from are a little defensive about it and I thought I was going to be in the situation where I knew something was wrong but could not fix it.
Fortunately, I am also a tenacious bastard that has done this rodeo before. I simply measured the existing process and sent the analysis off to the powers that be.
Yesterday, I got the green light to proceed. Itâs a key piece of tech for us, so there is crushing responsibility involved, but I couldnât be happier.
I felt like Robocop the moment Dick Jones was fired