Reynard
Guru
- Location
- Cambridgeshire, UK
Right, I'm off to the Land of Nod.
Am tree surgeoning for a friend in the morning.
Am tree surgeoning for a friend in the morning.
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Gravity Aided
Legendary Member
- Location
- Land of Lincoln
Seen the trailers, looks good, all about their music-hall days in postwar Europe. Most of Americas' music halls (vaudeville) died out in the 1930s, but there were enough theaters for the Three Stooges to make a similar comeback in live theater, a bit later, in the States.
classic33
Leg End Member
slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
Two axis joystick controls. I'm stumped.
Levo-Lon
Guru
look at what your moving Not your hands..
Yeah man. Really dig that shed bass.
biggs682
Itching to get back on my bike's
- Location
- Northamptonshire
Time to start thinking about getting up
Funny story, sort of.......(a bit gruesome too).
My dad, living alone and in his 70s, had a large tree in his garden in Australia. He decided that one of the branches, some 20 feet up, needed to come off, so he propped his ladder against it, climbed up, and started sawing. Now, obviously he didn't do the cartoon thing of leaning his ladder on the side of the cut which was going to fall off. However, the ladder was only just long enough to reach the branch, such that the very tip of it was against the wood. He sawed the branch off.
When the weight of the sawn off bit was removed from the rest of the branch, the bit he was leaning the ladder on sprung upwards, just enough for the ladder to no longer reach it. The ladder fell away, but dad leapt at the branch and caught it, so didn't fall with the ladder. Unfortunately, the tree was a thorn tree, and was covered all over with the most vicious of thorns. So he ripped his hands. His predicament was that he was now hanging from a tree branch, 20 feet up in the air, with torn hands. He yelled for help of course, but his neighbours were all out at work. He tried to work his way along the branch to get to the trunk to climb down, but those thorns really were vicious and he couldn't do it.
He reckons he hung there for 20 minutes, yelling for help. In the end he realised he was going to drop, and started planning his descent. Below him was a concrete path and the branch he had just cut off, but just away from that was his lawn. He decided to aim for that, and started swinging. When he calculated he'd worked up enough momentum, he let go.
He so very nearly made it.
Unfortunately, he landed just on the edge of the concrete path. He shattered his heel (broke it into over 20 pieces, we found out later), and passed out with the pain. When he regained consciousness, he started crawling to the house, 50 yards away. It was 40 Celcius (100+ Fahrenheit). Those 50 yards took him 4 hours, as he kept passing out. He crawled up the imposing concrete steps to his door, reached up and opened the door, crawled past the telephone in the hall, and into his kitchen where he somehow managed to put the kettle on.
And that's how my brother, who just happened to drop in, found him. Unconscious on the kitchen floor at the end of a trail of dried blood, with a kettle boiling itself dry and a mug with a tea bag* in it. He'd called himself an Australian for years, but you just can't take the English out of an Englishman.
Dad was fine. He needed a couple of operations on his ankle, which stopped him walking around his golf club (he had to start using a buggy). He lived on for another 10 years.
*PG Tips, @classic33 , before you ask.
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Lullabelle
Banana
- Location
- Midlands UK
He was, a couple around the corner from us bred labs, some became guide dogs, some became police dogs, we had full papers for him. . To be fair I don't think either of them really know what they are doing. My colleague is always asking around, asking other people instead of getting proper information, I feel sorry for both dogs.
Accy cyclist
Legendary Member
- Location
- The hills of Accrington
Today's going to be quite exciting! 
I'm planning on re-potting my palm tree from 'his' 48 litre capacity container into 65 litre one. He's been in a council glass recycling box since last May,but he's now outgrown that even! I've obtained a proper planter from the bloke who tends to the garden at a nearby small park. I offered him a grease gun in exchange for the planter. The grease gun was my dad's,but to me it only has sentimental value as i don't actually grease my car's sub frame now. Do they still make cars that need this doing to them,i don't know?
Edit...Not only a bigger container for my palm tree,but also a less conspicuous one. 'Mr Palm' and the bright blue box he was in seemed to be attracting undesirable attention. Only the other day a woman asked me 'who's is that plant'! Why?,i asked her. She said it'd look good in her garden. When i told her it was mine she 'joked' about 'nicking it'.
I now have her down as an undesirable and i'll be keeping an eye on her if seen around here again!!
I'm planning on re-potting my palm tree from 'his' 48 litre capacity container into 65 litre one. He's been in a council glass recycling box since last May,but he's now outgrown that even! I've obtained a proper planter from the bloke who tends to the garden at a nearby small park. I offered him a grease gun in exchange for the planter. The grease gun was my dad's,but to me it only has sentimental value as i don't actually grease my car's sub frame now. Do they still make cars that need this doing to them,i don't know?Edit...Not only a bigger container for my palm tree,but also a less conspicuous one. 'Mr Palm' and the bright blue box he was in seemed to be attracting undesirable attention. Only the other day a woman asked me 'who's is that plant'! Why?,i asked her. She said it'd look good in her garden. When i told her it was mine she 'joked' about 'nicking it'.
I now have her down as an undesirable and i'll be keeping an eye on her if seen around here again!!
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classic33
Leg End Member
Maybe he was from Yorkshire.See that's a man with the priorities all sorted. Hat's off to your Dad.
Gravity Aided
Legendary Member
- Location
- Land of Lincoln
Perhaps he was harder than concrete.
Knew a few like that, in my day.
Carl Sandburg once said that on the frontier in the 1820's,
The timid stayed home,
the weak died on the way,
only the strong survived.
Knew a few like that, in my day.
Carl Sandburg once said that on the frontier in the 1820's,
The timid stayed home,
the weak died on the way,
only the strong survived.
