Jerrycan - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Amazing product, worth a read....contributed heavily to the outcome of the war.
Pressure.... We have to test our installations to 50 Bar or +725PSI, you should see that let go. I've seen it take a whole ceiling/floor down.
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Ahhhh my demise.. Lol.. Like it.. Well, in my defence, my mind is always creating, annoyingly and endlessly.. I have lived with Bi polar syndrome all my life.. I put it to use where I can though.. These are a couple of my surreal artworks, which I'm pleased to say not only let me express myself, but I have sold enough of them to buy many Ducati's and also enabled me to give funds to my fave charity's NSPCC and the Bobby Moore Cancer trust.. So in my absence, which could be immanent, I hope I shall leave a legacy.. My Son as luvly as he is has floors too.. If I say to him can you go get me a Philips screwdriver, it's like I've asked him to walk to the Moon.. Brains yes, sense, no...
Very very true.. I seem to remember somewhere in the back of this space between my ears, the best tanks of their generation ( Panzer and Tiger) running out of fuel, leaving them sitting ducks..
WOW.....ACID....I have zero artistic ability...which is really annoying when you wife is a masters degree holding pianist, first cello, first violin..... I'll just stick to taking the bins out.
Can I come round yours, sit amd drink coffee and watch what you do. I reckon it would be great, like some mad old prof who every few days is covered in soot or powder
Bradders... You will never realise just how close you were to a perfect 10 out of 10 for the description.. Sorry mate The "old " bit let you down.. How the wifes still with me Bobby Moore ( god ) only knows.. We've had blasting sand pre heated in her £1000 Neff oven, A few grains of sand in her oven mitts gave me away! 200 golf balls, when she was out, cleaning in her washing machine, one week later the 8 week old w/machine broke with a collapsed drum.. The PSP incident... Don't give PSP s to OAPs.. The Bob the bloody builder story.. Life's never dull round here Bradders ..
I love the golf balls in the washing machine I assume the dirt and grass was too much for the machine.
The golf Ball tail.. (True tail).. It was 400 not 200 balls.. My mistake.. This is the line to Ken Bruce on R2 .. Which he read out.. Enjoy.. Comment as you wish.. And maybe you can have the PSB one to follow.. Ken.. I don't know if it's an age thing, but, someone at work was talking about how much it was going to cost to repair their washing machine... The mere words, washing machine, brought me out in an instant sweat.. I felt so bad I had to leave the room... Whys that? I hear you say. Well, many years ago now i got a couple of carrier bags full of muddy golf balls from a guy I know who had, shall We say, BORROWED them from a lake at the local Golf Club... Home alone one day, and with her indoors many miles away shopping, I thought I would give them a scrub up.. After about 20 out of the 400 balls, I thought there must be a better way to clean these, it was so slow... Now I am hopeless domestically can't do anything... Can't cook wash or iron etc... Just then I had a rare, but, so I thought at the time, brilliant idea.... Ahh The washing machine I thought.. Minutes later. 400 golf balls looked very happy gently going round and round in bubbles.. Things kind of changed soon though, when the machine hit spin cycle...it was all I could do to stop the thing escaping out the front door... It went on for absolutely ages .. After about an hour it finally, stopped .. And I opened the door to get my prize.. Unfortunately Ken, not knowing what I was doing I had selected boil wash, and 400 balls were now one lump of melted, but, all be it, very clean white plastic... A quick trip to the dump with the plastic lump and I thought, evidence out of the way.. Miss Marple will never know.. One week later and our near new washing machine broke down ... The engineer, from that far off planet, said he had never seen a drum collapse like it... "I guess," I said, leaving the Wife and the engineer staring with disbelief at the mangled ex drum befor neatly disappearing to the relative safety of my shed, "we must just be very unlucky" I'm sure the wife suspected id been up to something.. But then she never said anything.... I've since given up ... Golf you will be pleased to hear.. But I did manage to put to good use to some of the scrap the engineer left me.. He couldn't get it all in his spaceship... Noods Sent from my iPhone
