Seemingly trivial things that cheer you up
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seanoconn - gruagach craic!0
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Take out the liver and the mash and I'm in full agreementbriantrumpet said:Liver & bacon with mash.
"I spent most of my money on birds, booze and fast cars: the rest of it I just squandered." [George Best]1 -
Barrage fireworks or cakes as they’re sometimes called.
Great value, good fun, much better for fireworks at home than rockets.
Just make sure you really plant them in some soil off sand, else the recoil can knock them over and they start firing all over the place 🙈
Since the local supermarkets stopped selling them I’ve had to go to the proper fireworks shop and they’re clearly a substantial step up in quality. Some of the fountains they have are outstanding. Good 5 metres high, burn about a minute for £13. Really impressive stuff. The barrages are quality too.
Listed by noise volume too so you don’t have to scare the little one too much.0 -
For the first time in a while I'm on a train where I've had to pay for the ticket myself (not work expenses).
Was irrationally angry that the gates were open both ends but cheered up when a conductor came through to check.0 -
Mackay's is excellent for fireworks. Not too far from you. Sell them all year round if that's your thing.rick_chasey said:Barrage fireworks or cakes as they’re sometimes called.
Great value, good fun, much better for fireworks at home than rockets.
Just make sure you really plant them in some soil off sand, else the recoil can knock them over and they start firing all over the place 🙈
Since the local supermarkets stopped selling them I’ve had to go to the proper fireworks shop and they’re clearly a substantial step up in quality. Some of the fountains they have are outstanding. Good 5 metres high, burn about a minute for £13. Really impressive stuff. The barrages are quality too.
Listed by noise volume too so you don’t have to scare the little one too much.0 -
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Road-testing the new Bluetooth noise-cancelling headphones linked up to my laptop, on the turbo, for the first time. Technology is amazing sometimes.
Mind you, I'm annoyed at the miserable weather...0 -
In case you can't read it. The car already exceeds the speed limit, has a capacity larger than the average family, and is already stripped down. So they painted it.The above may be fact, or fiction, I may be serious, I may be jesting.
I am not sure. You have no chance.Veronese68 wrote:PB is the most sensible person on here.2 -
On a visit to the factory that made the 2cv's (in it's last year of production in France), we were first introduced via some board room, a very posh bloke in a suit, a translator and a huge oval table with lots of coffee and various patisserie.
He talked (through the translator) about the history, the concept, the purpose and everything about le deux chevaux.
At the end, he talked about the fact that the production hadn't changed much bar the quality of the materials and the slow evolution of the car and interior and that there was a slight glitch in the production line that they had never reconciled. He said that there was a slight fault with the bonnet and that there was a bloke at the end of the production line who job was to simply straightened the bonnet alignment with his boot.
Later, we got to the end of the production line and we were all looking for the bloke with the job of aligning the bonnet.
...and as soon as we started looking at each other, the guys on the line and the entourage started laughing.seanoconn - gruagach craic!0 -
Proof that millions of French people can be wrong..."I spent most of my money on birds, booze and fast cars: the rest of it I just squandered." [George Best]0
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Mum’s car till I was 14 was a 2CV.
E reg I think.
Absolutely mad to think we’d go on the motorway in that.0 -
Cracking cars with oodles of character. I see one regularly go past the house, it put a smile on my face. When you think about it, if all you want to do is get from A to B they are simple to work on and I bet fun to drive. Great to still see them on the road.rick_chasey said:Mum’s car till I was 14 was a 2CV.
E reg I think.
Absolutely mad to think we’d go on the motorway in that.
I watched a Wheelers Dealers about the original Fiat 500, Edd China showed and said that was a joy to work on and restore.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZ4kmyrkAq8
Engine straight out.0 -
I think that's where Governments are wrong with older cars which can be maintained. People shouldn't be encourage to scrap them, they should be encouraged to look after them. What's the environmental impact on building a car?
I know it was to stimulate the car industry, but I feel the car Scrappage Scheme after the financial crisis was wrong.
Encourage EV's sure, but don't penalise someone for keeping something going with ever increasing Taxation.
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My best man’s brother had a 2CV. He rolled it once and managed to push it back onto its wheels. He carried on driving it for a while even though it was a trapezium shape.1
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I have read the following parable in various forms and don't know it's true source.
It does however sum up my life outlook and is something to think about.
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, “only a little while.”
The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, and stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.”
The American scoffed. “I have an MBA from Harvard, and can help you,” he said. “You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, and eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middle-man, you could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening up your own cannery. You could control the product, processing, and distribution,” he said. “Of course, you would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the American replied, “Oh, 15 to 20 years or so.”
“But what then?” asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time was right, you would announce an IPO, and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions!”
“Millions – then what?”
The American said, “Then you could retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos.”The above may be fact, or fiction, I may be serious, I may be jesting.
I am not sure. You have no chance.Veronese68 wrote:PB is the most sensible person on here.1 -
I'm gonna get me a boat...
900lbs tuna caught off Pembrokeshire.
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HSBC ran an ad campaign with exactly this parable. It's been popping up a lot recently.pblakeney said:I have read the following parable in various forms and don't know it's true source.
It does however sum up my life outlook and is something to think about.
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, “only a little while.”
The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, and stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.”
The American scoffed. “I have an MBA from Harvard, and can help you,” he said. “You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, and eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middle-man, you could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening up your own cannery. You could control the product, processing, and distribution,” he said. “Of course, you would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the American replied, “Oh, 15 to 20 years or so.”
“But what then?” asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time was right, you would announce an IPO, and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions!”
“Millions – then what?”
The American said, “Then you could retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos.”0 -
I suspect there will be people on LinkedIn passing off something very similar as a real-life business encounter they had.shirley_basso said:
HSBC ran an ad campaign with exactly this parable. It's been popping up a lot recently.pblakeney said:I have read the following parable in various forms and don't know it's true source.
It does however sum up my life outlook and is something to think about.
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, “only a little while.”
The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, and stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.”
The American scoffed. “I have an MBA from Harvard, and can help you,” he said. “You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, and eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middle-man, you could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening up your own cannery. You could control the product, processing, and distribution,” he said. “Of course, you would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the American replied, “Oh, 15 to 20 years or so.”
“But what then?” asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time was right, you would announce an IPO, and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions!”
“Millions – then what?”
The American said, “Then you could retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos.”0 -
That's weird as the whole point of the parable is to cut down on work, cut down on savings and simply enjoy life now.shirley_basso said:
HSBC ran an ad campaign with exactly this parable. It's been popping up a lot recently.pblakeney said:I have read the following parable in various forms and don't know it's true source.
It does however sum up my life outlook and is something to think about.
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, “only a little while.”
The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, and stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.”
The American scoffed. “I have an MBA from Harvard, and can help you,” he said. “You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, and eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middle-man, you could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening up your own cannery. You could control the product, processing, and distribution,” he said. “Of course, you would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the American replied, “Oh, 15 to 20 years or so.”
“But what then?” asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time was right, you would announce an IPO, and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions!”
“Millions – then what?”
The American said, “Then you could retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos.”The above may be fact, or fiction, I may be serious, I may be jesting.
I am not sure. You have no chance.Veronese68 wrote:PB is the most sensible person on here.0 -
HSBC have been running a 2-sided ad campaign of what prosperity and wealth means to individuals for as long as I can remember - particularly in airports.
To the Harvard MBA it means literal wealth, to the fisherman it means family.
Neither is wrong.0 -
pblakeney said:
That's weird as the whole point of the parable is to cut down on work, cut down on savings and simply enjoy life now.shirley_basso said:
HSBC ran an ad campaign with exactly this parable. It's been popping up a lot recently.pblakeney said:I have read the following parable in various forms and don't know it's true source.
It does however sum up my life outlook and is something to think about.
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, “only a little while.”
The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, and stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.”
The American scoffed. “I have an MBA from Harvard, and can help you,” he said. “You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, and eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middle-man, you could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening up your own cannery. You could control the product, processing, and distribution,” he said. “Of course, you would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
To which the American replied, “Oh, 15 to 20 years or so.”
“But what then?” asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time was right, you would announce an IPO, and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions!”
“Millions – then what?”
The American said, “Then you could retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos.”
It comes from the same place as my previous 'enough' quotation.1 -
One could argue that the humble fisherman's living is sustainable.shirley_basso said:HSBC have been running a 2-sided ad campaign of what prosperity and wealth means to individuals for as long as I can remember - particularly in airports.
To the Harvard MBA it means literal wealth, to the fisherman it means family.
Neither is wrong.seanoconn - gruagach craic!0 -
What's the saying? 'Hard work pays off in future: laziness pays off now' "I spent most of my money on birds, booze and fast cars: the rest of it I just squandered." [George Best]0
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My dad first told me a variation of that when I was a kid, so nearly 50 years ago. I'm sure it's been around a lot longer than that.pblakeney said:I have read the following parable in various forms and don't know it's true source...
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Stopped at a 4 way contra flow roadworks traffic light this morning, by the time the lights went green several other cyclists had stopped behind me. The one that cheered me up was the idiot woman that rode past on the pavement before joining the road and stopping in front of me. Also well ahead of the traffic light I should add. She started looking around when she realised she couldn't see the light and I thought her crash helmet looked a little odd. It was right at the back of her head, almost falling off and getting caught up in the mess of her hair and the hood of her coat. Only when the lights changed and I pedalled away did she turn around far enough that I could see the adjuster on the front, the daft mare was indeed wearing it backwards as well as ineffectually.0
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The Welsh World Cup squad announcement last night. BBC Wales made a big deal of it with a dedicated programme and countdown whilst the announcement itself was it a Rhondda workman’s club and when it was finally time they just put a graphic of the team on screen. I’d been expecting someone to announce each player in turn with big cheers. Made me chuckle the contrast between the build up and the ‘big’ event.0
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seanoconn - gruagach craic!0
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Companies sending me emails to entice me into Christmas purchases.
Simply reminds that I forgot to unsubscribe. Sorted now. 😉The above may be fact, or fiction, I may be serious, I may be jesting.
I am not sure. You have no chance.Veronese68 wrote:PB is the most sensible person on here.0
