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Dave7

Legendary Member
Location
Cheshire
I came back from an evening bike ride a week or so back and saw two young men walking along the pavement in my direction. One of them had a very large, brightly-coloured parrot sitting on one of his shoulders. At first I thought it was a dead parrot (, bereft of life, pushing up daisies etc.) but then it fluttered its wings a couple of times to keep its balance! I didn't notice if it was tethered to stop it flying away.

By any chance did the guy have a wooden leg?
 

gavroche

Getting old but not past it
Location
North Wales
Good news. My wife had a phone call from the hospital earlier and her op for her gall blader is due to go ahead next Thursday. She needs to go for a Covid test on Monday and then isolate till Thursday.
It only took 9 months since her consultant said it was urgent. :wacko:
 
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I came back from an evening bike ride a week or so back and saw two young men walking along the pavement in my direction. One of them had a very large, brightly-coloured parrot sitting on one of his shoulders. At first I thought it was a dead parrot (, bereft of life, pushing up daisies etc.) but then it fluttered its wings a couple of times to keep its balance! I didn't notice if it was tethered to stop it flying away.

Theres a couple of people in Coventry who own large parrots, the birds are allowed to fly free and roam all over the area where they live, the owner of one of them said in a facebook message that the bird always comes home at night.
 

ColinJ

Puzzle game procrastinator!
I am not really a house-proud person, but even I have some standards! The frontage of my house had finally got too untidy even for me so I went out to clear it up. I picked up all the litter in both directions, cut down miscellaneous weeds/wild flowers (you choose!) that were sprouting wherever they could, and swept up all the debris.

While I was doing it, 2 men walked up and asked if I had seen anybody carrying a circular saw bench... No, why? They are builders doing up a property round the corner. When I went out earlier, I saw them cutting up floorboards outside the front of that property. Apparently, they had just walked upstairs in the building with one batch of floorboards, and by the time they came back down the saw had vanished! £700 worth!!! :eek:

A pal just called round. We sat in my sunny yard and chatted for an hour or so. He had a computer mouse off me the other day. Now his monitor has packed up so I am going to donate my old one to him. (I only use my laptop these days.) He asked how much he owed me. We came to a deal - he used to be a bike mechanic so he is going to strip down and rebuild my mountain bike for me. (I will supply the parts.) I haven't been mountain biking for about 4 or 5 years. We have some great bridleways round here, so it will be really good to have a working MTB again and get up on the hills away from traffic.
 

pawl

Legendary Member
My legs are always so heavy these days that I am prone to doing that too. Gone down a couple of times so I'll stick to road running or very smooth trails now. No protruding tree roots and stones. Even tripped walking a couple of times this morning.

I fell while out running in the local woods the landing was soft The problem was my left elbow was tucked into my side which I landed on breaking two ribs
 

classic33

Leg End Member
By any chance did the guy have a wooden leg?
And eye patch Don’t forget the eye patch:blush::blush::blush:
Also a bandana, or a Tricorn hat.
Wouldn't surprise me in the least.
There's a local legend about a pirate who traveled inland, in a barrel.
The barrel carried by a mule/ass, and led by a black man, in a time when the sight of a black man was unusual. Asked what was in the barrel, he's reply was along the lines of his master, who had died abroad of some disease, and he was simply carrying out orders that he'd been given. The barrel was never inspected too closely, for fear of catching what had killed "his master".
The pair travelled along the packhorse roads high, above the valley bottoms.

Could have been his ghost!!
 

PaulSB

Squire
Question for those who may be on it.
How do I get photo's removed from facebook?
They were taken by me, I still have the negatives & cine film, they've been used without permission. The appeared late last night, made aware of it about two hours ago.
I'm not entirely sure on this but I have a suspicion by posting said images on Facebook the T&Cs mean you have effectively given permission for their use. As I say don't quote me but it's buried somewhere in the depths of what I used to call my mind. If this is not the case there will be a process for contacting FB but I've no idea what this is. Options I can think of:
  • Possibly there is an option to report the use from the FB post in which they've been used
  • Follow the FB process and request removal
  • Contact the user, point out these are your intellectual property and copyright and you wish the posts to be taken down or for permission to be requested. If it's a business perhaps request a fee? Take a polite and friendly approach initially but be prepared to up the anti if this doesn't work.
I think the last option should be your first step. It's the one most likely to get a result and if you have to report to FB in the future you're in a stronger position through giving the user the opportunity to sort it out between you. If they've been used outside of FB this is definitely your best option.
 

PaulSB

Squire
Good morning, looks like another beautiful day is dawning in God's second home...................we all know Yorkshire is God's country but he did a damn good job practicing here.......it was a close run thing.

So been MIA this week. Apologies, been around but didn't have a lot to say. I see there's been a lot of smut recently. I'm hoping for a return to normal standards as the day progresses. What's been going on? The usual really so I won't go over it all. Busy day ahead and I need to get chores done now. Tidying, dusting etc. before Mrs P gets up and I can hoover, strip beds and so on.

An excellent 53 mile gravel ride yesterday to the Sankey Valley, a very lovely trail beside the disused St Helen's canal. Tan lines have improved significantly.

A little story. Well two. The observant amongst you will know many canal bridges have iron rings or similar hammered in to them on the towpath side. I think this was to tether horses. They're usually on both sides of the bridge. You'll also know the towpath turns slightly towards the canal at the entry side and away on the other. So.........4 minutes walk from one of our local bridges is the Golden Lion pub which is under new ownership who are keen to advertise this. I know it's a four minute walk because it says so on the large, heavy wooden A frame sign which the new management has suspended from one of the previously mentioned iron rings using zip ties. I have read and inspected the information very closely..............mainly because said sign is (well was) suspended in such a manner the bottom corner hangs at head height below the bridge..............approaching from the other direction this is not visible to a cyclist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The sign is no longer hanging from the bridge!!!!!

A little later I saw a rider ahead on an e-bike and reckoned I would catch him where the towpath widens. I did. About 20 metres away and I knew he hadn't heard the beautiful purring of my freewheel or the exquisite crunch of gravel under my wheels. I dinged my bell twice and called out "On your right." As I passed:

Him: "ooh I like that"
Me: (thinking this was a bike related compliment I slowed): "Thank you"
Him: "Is it on your phone?"
Me: (puzzled): "Sorry?"
Him: "I heard something just before you passed"
Me: (somewhat crestfallen): "Oh that was my bell and I called out passing"

Later today I will develop a phone app which when approaching other riders calls out "ping, ping" and "Passing on your right/left"

Must go as I need more coffee, a quick Wordle and then chores! Behave and cut out the smut
 
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