Another “You couldn’t make it up….” story

Drone

The Merseyside Police have been banging on about their right-on technical abilities, when they caught a car-thief using an Unmanned Aerial Vehicle (UAV) surveillance drone.

The only problems is, they forgot to get a Permit to Fly for it from the Civil Aviation Authority. Now,   I know that the UK is plagued by petty regulations thanks to our proto-fascist government, but I would have thought that with something like this, it might be a good idea to get some approval first.  They,  and some other Polices Forces have had to ground their UAVs in the meantime. You couldn’t make it up!

The Virtual Mob spreading spite online…

I am conscious that many of us are not necessarily readers of the DT, so provide this link to an article in today’s DT. It attempts to explain the modern phenomenon of bloggers leaving their natural courtesy and manners – if they ever had any – behind them, when they take to the keyboard. This could so easily have referred to any of the many puerile flame wars which turned MyT into a bearpit. (No offence intended, Bearsy!)

The optimist

He was the epitome of optimism.  Either that, or he’d got the wrong day.

Waking on Sunday, I had to go to the window to inspect the unfamiliar view.  Out of the soft greys and greens of early morning, I could see the river and the dark grey cliff opposite with a darker point of the church steeple above.  It’s a pretty village, Newnham-on-Severn and most attractive of all from the opposite side of the river at the Old Passage, Arlingham.

But what really caught my attention was the dark figure standing by a lone car parked near the scrubby grass that leads down to the mudbanks and the river.  He was getting his surfboard off the roof rack. Continue reading…

I Really Hate Haggling

Look, I promise I’m not going to make a habit of this but this is another of my MyT blogs, this time from the end of 2008. I’m in the process of copying all my MyT blogs over to my blogsite here just  in case I’m the next one to be consigned to  oblivion over there. Apologies to Tina who I know does not approve of such retentive behaviour but hey, we’re all different and entitled to march to our own drum, in my opinion.

My excuse for inflicting this one on you is that it is, I believe,  relevant to omg’s blog. It also explains the avatar which I am using here and which is on the way out in the near future,  for your information.

I really hate haggling, dickering, bargaining or whatever else you wish to call it. I would have been a severe disappointment to my Highland ancestors who thought that a good day out could always be had by nipping over into the next glen to negotiate the transfer of cattle from some neighbouring clan, usually at the point of a claymore.

Continue reading “I Really Hate Haggling”

The Art of Haggling

Even though most of us transact by card these days, there are times when a bit of cash can come in handy. Turn your attention to the rugged looking guy in the riding coat which in no way would I wish you to think  in anyway depicted Oldmovieguy, I gave up smoking years ago. But rather look at the coat which is from the Marlboro ‘Classic’ range and is called a riding coat. Since the weather turned a bit nasty on us a few weeks ago I realised my old coat was just not up to the job as it was a bit light weight, ok for summer and the odd shower but not much cop in a blizzard. So I went of to seek the Australian ‘drizabone’ coat but something about it did not quite fit, so I left it. Then a friend told me about the Marlboro range and after a bit of a ‘google’ found a stockist. The coat you see is the coat I bought and very pleased with it I am indeed. It’s warm, stylish, waterproof in the extreme and, being 6’4″, keeps 90% of me dry. Continue reading “The Art of Haggling”

Greetings folks!

Not entirely sure I know my a** from my e**** here yet but this is just a quick one to say ‘Hi!’

Looks quite spiffy here and so nice to see all the familiar folks without waiting ages for the site to load and battling past the pesky ads.

Forgive me if I turn up in unexpected places, Bearsy.  You might see me wandering lost in the dark corridors of the WordPress  basement heading for the bins but I’ll probably find my way back to civilization….

Will post a bit of a blog later. With pics if I can manage it.

Bfn!

ps:     I don’t think I’ll be trying a  ‘manual excerpt.’ Doesn’t sound very nice. Only to be attempted if desperate, I feel.

Well ‘ard

Cold, wet, miserable, droopy tail and frizzy fur (again).  It was not the good morning that had boded so much early promise.  At OFFS hrs this morning, Mother Nature put on the most magnificent dawn display.  The sun was still just below the horizon, but the low, grey clouds were already lit from below and shone in places bright red, orange and pink.  It was only two degrees above freezing as I cocked a contemplative leg against a convenient tree and considered the forthcoming day. Continue reading “Well ‘ard”

All in a good cause, continued…

Well last week’s plans to swim twice to kick start the training for Swimathon, (http://www.swimathon.org/index.php ) were only half fulfilled. An ill child, a cat with an unexpected fit and sheer exhaustion were the excuses. I hope to do the 100 length challenge in April and have not swum very much over the last year.

Well last week’s plans to swim twice to kick start the training for Swimathon, (http://www.swimathon.org/index.php ) were only half fulfilled. An ill child, a cat with an unexpected fit and sheer exhaustion were the excuses. I hope to do the 100 length challenge in April and have not swum very much over the last year.

But now the child is better, the cat released from the vet and I’ve had a lie in this morning, so those excuses are no longer valid …. Continue reading “All in a good cause, continued…”