Stupid person
 

On my workbench is a small washing up liquid bottle, filled with water.
I use it to dampen the sponge on my soldering station.

Today I've been working on a model stirling engine, which I couldn't
get to run properly.

The cold end of the cylinder isn't insulated from the hot end, and
therefore gets really quite hot. If you know about these things, you
realise that you want the biggest temperature differential possible
from one end ot the other.

I thought I'd do an experiment. I carefully pushed a piece of kitchen
roll under the cylinder to catch all the water, and then I gently
squirted water over the cooling vanes, hoping to cool them further and
improve the performance of the engine. I took care to keep the water
away from the little meths burner which was heating the other end of
the cylinder.

Unfortunately I'd picked up a can of Ronsol lighter fluid instead.
There was a small delay before ignition, sufficient for the fluid to
thoroughly soak the rag and spread over the wood base of the engine.

I pulled the tissue away and saw that the engine was engulfed in
flames, but luckily it went out when I gave it the strongest blow I've
ever managed in my life.

Meanwhile the burning petrol-soaked tissue is still in my hand, and no
amount of shaking and blowing would extinguish it. I dropped it on the
floor and stamped on it. Unfortunately my feet were bare and it stuck
to the bottom of my foot. Some more frantic kicking, flailing and
stamping finally extinguished it.

The result: no damage to the engine, not the slightest burn on me, but
my workshop covered in little black flecks of burnt tissue.

I'm telling you this because it's a delicious irony that I was the one
who comprehensively slagged off that "stupid" woman who was "thick"
enough to decant petrol in her kitchen whilst the cooker was lit.

What a pillock! So, now I think I'll sit with a nice cup of coffee and
collect myself for a moment.

--
SteveT

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In article , Steve Thackery
scribeth thus
On my workbench is a small washing up liquid bottle, filled with water.
I use it to dampen the sponge on my soldering station.

Today I've been working on a model stirling engine, which I couldn't
get to run properly.

The cold end of the cylinder isn't insulated from the hot end, and
therefore gets really quite hot. If you know about these things, you
realise that you want the biggest temperature differential possible
from one end ot the other.

I thought I'd do an experiment. I carefully pushed a piece of kitchen
roll under the cylinder to catch all the water, and then I gently
squirted water over the cooling vanes, hoping to cool them further and
improve the performance of the engine. I took care to keep the water
away from the little meths burner which was heating the other end of
the cylinder.

Unfortunately I'd picked up a can of Ronsol lighter fluid instead.
There was a small delay before ignition, sufficient for the fluid to
thoroughly soak the rag and spread over the wood base of the engine.

I pulled the tissue away and saw that the engine was engulfed in
flames, but luckily it went out when I gave it the strongest blow I've
ever managed in my life.

Meanwhile the burning petrol-soaked tissue is still in my hand, and no
amount of shaking and blowing would extinguish it. I dropped it on the
floor and stamped on it. Unfortunately my feet were bare


Umm .... do we need to wonder if the brest of our noble friend was in
lack of attire;?...

--
Tony Sayer

Stupid person
 

On Sun, 08 Apr 2012 12:21:38 +0100, Steve Thackery
wrote:

On my workbench is a small washing up liquid bottle, filled with water.
I use it to dampen the sponge on my soldering station.

Today I've been working on a model stirling engine, which I couldn't
get to run properly.

The cold end of the cylinder isn't insulated from the hot end, and
therefore gets really quite hot. If you know about these things, you
realise that you want the biggest temperature differential possible
from one end ot the other.

I thought I'd do an experiment. I carefully pushed a piece of kitchen
roll under the cylinder to catch all the water, and then I gently
squirted water over the cooling vanes, hoping to cool them further and
improve the performance of the engine. I took care to keep the water
away from the little meths burner which was heating the other end of
the cylinder.

Unfortunately I'd picked up a can of Ronsol lighter fluid instead.
There was a small delay before ignition, sufficient for the fluid to
thoroughly soak the rag and spread over the wood base of the engine.

I pulled the tissue away and saw that the engine was engulfed in
flames, but luckily it went out when I gave it the strongest blow I've
ever managed in my life.

Meanwhile the burning petrol-soaked tissue is still in my hand, and no
amount of shaking and blowing would extinguish it. I dropped it on the
floor and stamped on it. Unfortunately my feet were bare and it stuck
to the bottom of my foot. Some more frantic kicking, flailing and
stamping finally extinguished it.

The result: no damage to the engine, not the slightest burn on me, but
my workshop covered in little black flecks of burnt tissue.

I'm telling you this because it's a delicious irony that I was the one
who comprehensively slagged off that "stupid" woman who was "thick"
enough to decant petrol in her kitchen whilst the cooker was lit.

What a pillock! So, now I think I'll sit with a nice cup of coffee and
collect myself for a moment.

A few months ago I put 5 drops of Cerumol ear drops into my left ear
and then realised I had picked up the wrong bottle and it was actually
Oil of Cloves.
The nice lady at NHS Direct said she didn't think that would be
harmful, but I begged to differ owing to the burning sensation I was
experiencing on (oddly) the right side of my face.

The following day the discomfort had gone and I thought all was well
until I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and my neck looked like
I had attempted to hang myself with a ligature.

--
Graham.
%Profound_observation%

Stupid person
 

Steve Thackery wrote:

What a pillock! So, now I think I'll sit with a nice cup of coffee and
collect myself for a moment.

That sounds like the sort of daft thing I do!

Bill

Stupid person
 

Owain wrote:
On Apr 8, 2:00 pm, Graham. wrote:
A few months ago I put 5 drops of Cerumol ear drops into my left ear
and then realised I had picked up the wrong bottle and it was actually
Oil of Cloves.

I've sprayed my armpits with shaving foam before now.

And put sugar on my fries in McDonalds (which was okay, the salt in
the tea was less appetising)

Owain

Using skin cream instead of toothpaste is pretty bad.

Bill

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The image of Manuel in Fawlty Towers somehow comes to mind here.
Brian

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"Steve Thackery" wrote in message
...
On my workbench is a small washing up liquid bottle, filled with water. I
use it to dampen the sponge on my soldering station.

Today I've been working on a model stirling engine, which I couldn't get
to run properly.

The cold end of the cylinder isn't insulated from the hot end, and
therefore gets really quite hot. If you know about these things, you
realise that you want the biggest temperature differential possible from
one end ot the other.

I thought I'd do an experiment. I carefully pushed a piece of kitchen
roll under the cylinder to catch all the water, and then I gently squirted
water over the cooling vanes, hoping to cool them further and improve the
performance of the engine. I took care to keep the water away from the
little meths burner which was heating the other end of the cylinder.

Unfortunately I'd picked up a can of Ronsol lighter fluid instead. There
was a small delay before ignition, sufficient for the fluid to thoroughly
soak the rag and spread over the wood base of the engine.

I pulled the tissue away and saw that the engine was engulfed in flames,
but luckily it went out when I gave it the strongest blow I've ever
managed in my life.

Meanwhile the burning petrol-soaked tissue is still in my hand, and no
amount of shaking and blowing would extinguish it. I dropped it on the
floor and stamped on it. Unfortunately my feet were bare and it stuck to
the bottom of my foot. Some more frantic kicking, flailing and stamping
finally extinguished it.

The result: no damage to the engine, not the slightest burn on me, but my
workshop covered in little black flecks of burnt tissue.

I'm telling you this because it's a delicious irony that I was the one who
comprehensively slagged off that "stupid" woman who was "thick" enough to
decant petrol in her kitchen whilst the cooker was lit.

What a pillock! So, now I think I'll sit with a nice cup of coffee and
collect myself for a moment.

--
SteveT

Stupid person
 

In message , Steve Thackery
writes
On my workbench is a small washing up liquid bottle, filled with water.
I use it to dampen the sponge on my soldering station.

Today I've been working on a model stirling engine, which I couldn't
get to run properly.

The cold end of the cylinder isn't insulated from the hot end, and
therefore gets really quite hot. If you know about these things, you
realise that you want the biggest temperature differential possible
from one end ot the other.

I thought I'd do an experiment. I carefully pushed a piece of kitchen
roll under the cylinder to catch all the water, and then I gently
squirted water over the cooling vanes, hoping to cool them further and
improve the performance of the engine. I took care to keep the water
away from the little meths burner which was heating the other end of
the cylinder.

Unfortunately I'd picked up a can of Ronsol lighter fluid instead.
There was a small delay before ignition, sufficient for the fluid to
thoroughly soak the rag and spread over the wood base of the engine.

I pulled the tissue away and saw that the engine was engulfed in
flames, but luckily it went out when I gave it the strongest blow I've
ever managed in my life.

Meanwhile the burning petrol-soaked tissue is still in my hand, and no
amount of shaking and blowing would extinguish it. I dropped it on the
floor and stamped on it. Unfortunately my feet were bare and it stuck
to the bottom of my foot. Some more frantic kicking, flailing and
stamping finally extinguished it.

The result: no damage to the engine, not the slightest burn on me, but
my workshop covered in little black flecks of burnt tissue.

I'm telling you this because it's a delicious irony that I was the one
who comprehensively slagged off that "stupid" woman who was "thick"
enough to decant petrol in her kitchen whilst the cooker was lit.

What a pillock! So, now I think I'll sit with a nice cup of coffee and
collect myself for a moment.

I don't suppose you have CCTV in your workshop do you?
:¬)
--
Ian

Stupid person
 

In article ,
Steve Thackery writes:
snip story
I'm telling you this because it's a delicious irony that I was the one
who comprehensively slagged off that "stupid" woman who was
"thick" enough to decant petrol in her kitchen whilst the cooker
was lit.

It was brave of you to confess.

What a pillock! So, now I think I'll sit with a nice cup of coffee and
collect myself for a moment.

I'm happy that both you and the engine survived. Had you died, I think
you'd have qualified for the Darwin Awards. :)
--
John Hall
Johnson: "Well, we had a good talk."
Boswell: "Yes, Sir, you tossed and gored several persons."
Dr Samuel Johnson (1709-84); James Boswell (1740-95)

Stupid person
 

Ian wrote:

I don't suppose you have CCTV in your workshop do you?
:¬)

No, but I would definitely have put in on YouTube!

--
SteveT

Stupid person
 

On Sun, 08 Apr 2012 21:10:20 +0100, Steve Thackery
wrote:

Ian wrote:

I don't suppose you have CCTV in your workshop do you?
:¬)

No, but I would definitely have put in on YouTube!

I hope you managed your "nice cup of coffee" without scalding the inside
of your mouth. ;-)

--
Peter Duncanson
(in uk.tech.digital-tv)