Watched the old film Threads about Nuclear war hitting Sheffield back home made in 1984. Terrified everyone when it was shown first time.
Watched it again about 5 years ago and thought how quaint it looked.
Watched it again today and thought it wasn't a million miles away from what's happening now.
Hmmmmmmmm
MH 370 flies over at least 3 radar sites between Kota Baru (east) and Butterworth (west coast), not noticed by Malaysian military . F18 and F5 fighter jets sit on the ground , incredulous to say the least !!
MH 370 flies over at least 3 radar sites between Kota Baru (east) and Butterworth (west coast), not noticed by Malaysian military . F18 and F5 fighter jets sit on the ground , incredulous to day the least !!
The whole bloody world is going "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" over this one mate.
Dentists that seem to think you can have a conversation with them when your mouth is full of his fingers, his nurses fingers, a tool box full of stainless steel and that sucky thing!
Made the filling for a mince beef pie as I've done a thousand times, placed it in a dry pyrex dish. Placed dish in pre-heated oven only for it to explode after 5 minutes.
Dish is fairly new, (used 15 times or so), from Farmers
But did the pie survive?
But did the pie survive?
Made the filling for a mince beef pie as I've done a thousand times, placed it in a dry pyrex dish. Placed dish in pre-heated oven only for it to explode after 5 minutes.
Dish is fairly new, (used 15 times or so), from Farmers
Nice clean oven too. Hope you still got the sales docket, photo evidence pretty clear.
Dentists that seem to think you can have a conversation with them when your mouth is full of his fingers, his nurses fingers, a tool box full of stainless steel and that sucky thing!
Missing planes.
Well, a missing plane.
Made the filling for a mince beef pie as I've done a thousand times, placed it in a dry pyrex dish. Placed dish in pre-heated oven only for it to explode after 5 minutes.
Dish is fairly new, (used 15 times or so), from Farmers
Nice clean oven too. Hope you still got the sales docket, photo evidence pretty clear.
Dentists that seem to think you can have a conversation with them when your mouth is full of his fingers, his nurses fingers, a tool box full of stainless steel and that sucky thing!
anyone else get a little bit turned on by this?
Where's the PMSL Smilee?
Made the filling for a mince beef pie as I've done a thousand times, placed it in a dry pyrex dish. Placed dish in pre-heated oven only for it to explode after 5 minutes.
Dish is fairly new, (used 15 times or so), from Farmers
Nice clean oven too. Hope you still got the sales docket, photo evidence pretty clear.
Getting in practice for the Stadium food? ;)
It was the glassy bits. I'm sure the food itself would be like comparing my Corolla to a McLaren F1. There is no comparrison!
Made the filling for a mince beef pie as I've done a thousand times, placed it in a dry pyrex dish. Placed dish in pre-heated oven only for it to explode after 5 minutes.
Dish is fairly new, (used 15 times or so), from Farmers
Nice clean oven too. Hope you still got the sales docket, photo evidence pretty clear.
Getting in practice for the Stadium food? ;)
Kim Dotcon having a copy of Mien Kampf, signed by Adolf himself.
That would be worth a mint as a collectors item. Not my taste though.
Kim Dotcon having a copy of Mien Kampf, signed by Adolf himself.
Dentists that seem to think you can have a conversation with them when your mouth is full of his fingers, his nurses fingers, a tool box full of stainless steel and that sucky thing!
anyone else get a little bit turned on by this?
So was she one of those stupid girls who just wanted a wedding without actually wanting to be married?
Dirty Dealings (no. 343...)
'International Military Sales Ltd was set up by the British nationalised munitions industry in the late 60's as a trading arm to sell weapons overseas. By 1991 most of the arms trade had been privatised so it was then wound up. However the winding up hit a problem when officials realised the company owed Iran between 400 and 500 million pounds. This debt went back to the 70's when the Shah of Iran paid 650 million pounds up front for 1,500 Chieftain tanks and other armoured vehicles. Few of these had been delivered by the time the Shah was deposed, and the deal was scrapped.
"We chose not to return the equivalent 450 million pounds that Iran had paid us," said Wallace (Tory backbencher Ben Wallace, a former army intelligence officer). "Instead, we onsold the tanks to Sadam Hussein, who then used them against the people of Iran."
etc. etc.'
source - latest Private Eye.
Has Iran asked for their money back? That is a most interestting story. Someone is very rich and keeping quiet.
Has Iran asked for their money back? That is a most interestting story. Someone is very rich and keeping quiet.
Yes. Recently.
"In 2013 the (British) Foreign Office issued visas to a group of officials in Tehran to allow them to visit London to pursue the case in the courts. 'On landing at Heathrow their passports were removed, their visas were revoked and they were held for a number of days in asylum centres.'" NB Britain and Iran have had diplomatic and trade sanctions operating for years.
NNB The editor of Private Eye then notes: " Bizarrely, the tank deal with Iran also features on the (UK) Treasury's list of deals over which Iran still owes the UK money, as the Shah's upfront payment included funds borrowed from banks which were guaranteed by the UK's old Export Credit Guarantee Dept - 28.44 million pounds to be exact."
However, of course the UK still owes Iran back the 450 mill for the undelivered tanks.
NNNB "Even though International Military Sales Ltd. has been in mothballs since 1991, it continues to employ two part-time (and presumably extremely bored) staff members and three directors." Jobs for the boys?
- source as before
Fascinating stuff. Honest, this is a real interesting article.
Pseuds Corner but unintentionally hilarious:
http://www.elizabethpottsweinstein.com/spoon/
"The spoon did not decide to be a spoon.
Her spooning is the natural expression of the fibers of her being.
Even more, her spooning is the natural expression of her creator, embodied in this corporal existence inside the physicality of her, the spoon.
It is that simple.
It is that beautiful. It is that pure and purposeful and the joyful allowing of her destiny.
Except.
Except for the utensil drawer.
The spoon enters the world and finds herself surrounded. By forks, knives, serving spoons, pizza cutters, turkey basters, those picks for corn on the cob.
She wishes she could be more. She wishes she could do more.
She wishes she were like them.
She says, “look at what a fork can do with the chicken, look at what the knife can do to the bread, they are all so much more valuable and important and successful! What is wrong with me? Why can’t I fit in? Everything would be better and easier and more important.”
The fork says, “there’s no future in spooning! You will be safer if you fork like us! I’m sure you could if you just try harder!”
So she aspires to fork, or shovel, or play the tambourine.
Some of her endeavors are moderately successful. Some are failures. All require force. Pushing. Making. Suffering.
She worries, “I must not be a good utensil. If I stop for a second, this will all collapse. I must keep trying harder, or what will become of myself? I must make these forks like me, I must do more forking, or I will be abandoned, I will die.”
She is drained. All is only about work and waiting and monochrome flatness. Life is hard.
So she wallows in the acquisition of yet fancier utensil baskets, she drowns herself in the spirits of the bar, she runs away to hide in the child’s sandbox.
Until.
Until she hits the bottom of the sandbox, and reflected there in the quartz crystalline fragments she finds a glimpse of her truth looking right back at her.
And she remembers.
“I am a spoon.”
Not just remembers in her head, but she begins to feel it in the entire length of her.
In her very metallic nature, she begins to feel the truth of her spoonness.
She remembers spooning when she was first created, she remembers those moments, those secret stollen seconds where she spooned in the middle of the night, or when the forks weren’t looking, or when a spooning was needed and she was the only one around to do it.
She begins to hear the voice of the creator in her soul.
Yes, she requires rehabilitation. Yes, years of forking took a toll on her, she requires polishing, relearning, stretching of her spooning muscles, keeping up on the latest in spooning techniques.
Yes, this requires energy. She works at remembering how to be a spoon, at being her best self, at relearning what she had been created with but had forgotten in her attempts to be what she is not.
But the only remaining fight, the only resisting force – is her denial, her fear, her possibly running away again from the real of her creation.
She wonders, “but is this enough? This is so in the flow, being a spoon is so natural to me, how can it be valuable, how can this be important to anyone?”
Because being a spoon is natural to the spoon.
But the soup looks at her in wonder and says, “to me, you do the impossible.”
The effortless carrying provided by the spoon, this is what the soup could never do for herself.
The soup’s nature, her very purpose would remain unfulfilled, would remain unrealized, if it were not for the natural glory of the spoon."
I like one of the comments of the bottom of the page:
sometimes I think about what god thinks, that he/she’s looking at us and kind of wondering what in the world we are doing
no shit sherlock.
#avoidthespoon
http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/9913373/Wellington-drivers-40m-plunge-a-miracle
aka things that make you go "Ker-iste on a bike!"
I saw a whole lot of cable on the ground near the tunnel today - now I know why.
Because being a spoon is natural to the spoon.
Until Uri Geller grabs hold of it and turns it into something totally impractical.
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/mobile-phones-linked-to-erectile-dysfunction-according-to-study-9236488.html
Spare a thought for the guy who told his wife he was going on a business trip to China.
He happened to be booked on the ill-fated Malaysian flight MH 370.
Now he cant leave his girlfriends house.
I'm not sure if this is the right place to ask, but I have been conflicted by this question..............
Is Kate Middleton hot or not?
Very!
Definitely hot.
Conventionally pretty, but has none of the "woof" factor you get off girlies who look like they would be a bit filthy in the scratcher.
