If you look at a lot of measuring tapes, some have a mark every 400, or 16 inches. Thats for your stud centers
I'm not sure if my weeks (since retiring) have been comprised of mainly Saturdays or Sundays, but I certainly don't miss Mondays.
The UK TV Licence, or rather the £159 the robbin' gits want from you in exchange for one! That in itself is a joke, because now they say you don't even need the bit of paper and they actively send out emails suggesting that you go 'paperless'. Which really means they can save themselves a few bob by not having to send it out to you in the post. But do they offer any kind of discount for going paperless? No chance. The so and so' s can send me the bloody piece of paper every year until they do. After all its cost me £159! Grrrr.
Stopped mine, its a joke. They still do a black and white licence ffs! Who the fuck has a b&w tv in this day and age
Was happy with the way the bike was running so thought I'd pop down to the cafe to have a cup of tea etc. in celebration. "Payment by card or exact money only" announced the sign on the counter. I managed without a tea, or any of the other snacks on offer. I expect they'll blame Covid for going out of business.
Bloody cyclists, again. Riding gently through Church Stretton, part of the High Street is partitioned off to encourage social distancing and one way traffic. I was indicating right at the island and halfway across, when 3 lycra louts rode straight across the front of me, causing me to brake to avoid a collision. I followed them for about a hundred metres to the next junction and was undertaken by another one on the road and one on the pavement, both chatting away as if it was ok. Spandex bandits.
There is a mob of them from Halesowen who create a rolling road block of up to 60 riders, 3 abreast on a regular ride to Craven Arms.
https://www.independent.co.uk/sport/cycling/tour-de-france-crash-watch-stage-1-b1873292.html Maybe we could get this stupid tart to stand in front of them.
Its when you get 2 of them side by side with traffic behind them... thats the real wankers! proper good hairy side of the hand across the chops, thats what those particular arseholes need
That’s when you want the old style of washer jets, the ones you had to adjust with a pin, with a bit of practice you could get em right in the feckin face
I once managed to pass 30 or so strung out over a 500 mtr chain . Slowed on my motorcycle to be level with the leader , flipping my visor up said " have you any idea how much we hate your guts ? " I didn't wait for the answer.
What is it about the speed 45 mph? The UK is full of single carriageway A roads where you may have 30 or 40 miles between towns, passing places are few, the speed limit is 60 mph and yet invariably you get stuck behind some t**t travelling along at the aforementioned speed. (I must admit I'm talking about being in a car here, not on two wheels, where you have more ability to get past such drivers). They aren't even towing anything ffs! What is even more annoying is when you do reach a zone where the limit drops to 40 or 30 mph, they continue at 45! When they finally turn off, before doing so, they flash out of the side road another t**t who dutifully takes over the role of mobile road block for several more miles. When you finally get an opportunity to nip by, well f**k me there's a revenue camera van, ready to provide photographic evidence of any transgression beyond the speed limit.
It’s because that’s the speed the car will do in top gear. (assuming a five or six speed manual) because you have to be in top gear all the time, right? Sit in with anyone of a certain age and that’s how they drive, as quick as they can up to top and leave it there. My dad ( bless his dear departed soul) was the worst I ever came across. He complained to me one day that the car was making a knocking noise so I jumped in with him to diagnose. He changed up into third (Volvo 240 I think) at less than 20mph and sure enough there was the knocking, it was the car protesting at being in such a high gear at low speed. It’s simply bad driving, poor mechanical sympathy and a complete disregard for the speed limits. That flashing people out into the road while holding the flow of traffic up is my number one pet hate and never fails to get my piss boiling.
