Yellow Saddle
Guru
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- Loch side.
Yes, but I like it. I grew up with Dutch children who introduced me and got me hooked on, Dubbel Zout licorice.Did they make you try Salmiakki too.
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raleighnut
Legendary Member
- Location
- One of the 'Elite'
Levo-Lon
Guru
You got a like, but I can't stand surströmming. I lived in Sweden for 14 years and ate it twice.
The smell, IMO, is worse than the taste, but the smell is still terrible. There will not be a third time.
Thts that really stinky stuff ,i think Rick Stien even disliked it
KneesUp
Guru
I saw someone dislocate their shoulder whilst they were swimming (in the deep end, natch) That looked a little uncomfortable. Fortunately there was also a doctor in the pool who told us all to p *ss off and then put it back.
Salar
A fish out of water
- Location
- Gorllewin Cymru
Did they make you try Salmiakki too.
I've just ordered a bag from Amazon, quite looking forward to trying them out.
srw
It's a bit more complicated than that...
I quite liked it. I brought a tin home, but my then girlfriend refused to let me open it.You got a like, but I can't stand surströmming. I lived in Sweden for 14 years and ate it twice.
The smell, IMO, is worse than the taste, but the smell is still terrible. There will not be a third time.
gbb
Squire
- Location
- Peterborough
Working in inland Egypt and telling them I will eat what they eat....nah, never again.
Some dishes looked like a bowl of...well...i won't spoil your dinner.
Fried eggs so undercooked, jeez, ....
Stuffed pigeon...looked like it was full of maggots.
Finding the fridge one evening and subsequently finding all the dishes I'd not eaten....and realising it wasn't freshly prepared each day.
No wonder I suffered possibly THE biggest dose of the squits I ever had in my life.
Some dishes looked like a bowl of...well...i won't spoil your dinner.
Fried eggs so undercooked, jeez, ....
Stuffed pigeon...looked like it was full of maggots.
Finding the fridge one evening and subsequently finding all the dishes I'd not eaten....and realising it wasn't freshly prepared each day.
No wonder I suffered possibly THE biggest dose of the squits I ever had in my life.
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steveindenmark
Legendary Member
1991...Motorcycle accident. Open fractures of both arms and right leg. I wont be trying that again any time soon.
That'll be it, thanks.
2 years apart seems unusual but I'm no medic.
slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
Holiday in Mexico.....
The last time I went, some of the locals threw rocks at me. Rum bunch.
The last time I went, some of the locals threw rocks at me. Rum bunch.
raleighnut
Legendary Member
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If it's things we've had to do (as opposed to things we chose to do) then one of my Foundry experiences is up there,
We had a tilting Furnace that held about 1/2 a ton of molten Brass, looked something like this,
It ran on 'fuel oil' but was lit initially by Calorgas propane from one of those big (48kg?) orange bottles with a reinforced plastic tube connecting it to the burner head which over the years had been slowly shortened as metal droplets had melted the section where it entered the burner.
One day shortly before a 'pour' the crucible cracked and not just a small crack but a catastrophic failure which dumped the whole contents onto the floor and the 4ft tall gas bottle was stood next to the blower fan in about 3 inches of molten Brass. There were only two of us in full safety kit at the time so me and the furnaceman had to rush in and 'rescue' the cylinder, luckily nearby was a 45gallon waterbarrel that we could dump it in before heading out the door pretty rapidly.
Took a while for the heart-rate to return to normal after that.
We had a tilting Furnace that held about 1/2 a ton of molten Brass, looked something like this,
It ran on 'fuel oil' but was lit initially by Calorgas propane from one of those big (48kg?) orange bottles with a reinforced plastic tube connecting it to the burner head which over the years had been slowly shortened as metal droplets had melted the section where it entered the burner.
One day shortly before a 'pour' the crucible cracked and not just a small crack but a catastrophic failure which dumped the whole contents onto the floor and the 4ft tall gas bottle was stood next to the blower fan in about 3 inches of molten Brass. There were only two of us in full safety kit at the time so me and the furnaceman had to rush in and 'rescue' the cylinder, luckily nearby was a 45gallon waterbarrel that we could dump it in before heading out the door pretty rapidly.
Took a while for the heart-rate to return to normal after that.
