Those were the days!

J G Miller wrote:
On Saturday, July 20th, 2011 at 22:17:29h +0100, Bill Wright wrote:

[well written piece of prose]

You really should get stuff like that published.

Or read it out as a "commentary" on local radio.

Thank you.

Bill

On Sat, 2 Jul 2011 22:44:15 +0100, Max Demian wrote:

"J G Miller" wrote in message
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On Sat, 02 Jul 2011 11:52:09 +0100, Albert Ross wrote:

About as useful as a Dalek on stairs

Talking of which, I am surprised nobody has mentioned the what
are surely useless, especially for stairs, robot vacuum cleaners,
now being sold in supermarkets, eg Samsung Navibot.

Useless as most of the hassle of vacuuming is the trouble to move furniture
and mats around.

Oh, is that supposed to be done?
--
Peter.
The gods will stay away
whilst religions hold sway

On 02/07/2011 22:17, Bill Wright wrote:
J G Miller wrote:
On Sat, 02 Jul 2011 11:52:09 +0100, Albert Ross wrote:

About as useful as a Dalek on stairs

Talking of which, I am surprised nobody has mentioned the what
are surely useless, especially for stairs, robot vacuum cleaners,
now being sold in supermarkets, eg Samsung Navibot.

http://www.robotshop.COM/eu

The site includes not only robot vacuum cleaners but items even
William Wright Esquire would appreciate -- a self cleaning
cat litter box -- for all his cats


We have no cats. It was natural wastage that did it. No cats were
dismissed, made redundant, redeployed, or transferred to other branches.
No cats were remanded in custody, although if there were prisons for
cats I think all of ours would have all spent time inside. No cats were
driven up to the moors and slung out of the car door, although
sometimes, well . . . let’s just say I did get a bit exasperated once or
twice.

Quite simply, for the last 12 years I have had a rigid policy of taking
on no new cats. There have been plenty of applicants though. They have
appeared almost daily at our door. Experienced middle aged cats claiming
skilled rodent operative status. Elderly genteel cats in reduced
circumstances, desirous only of a quiet home in which to spend their
declining years and assuredly and most definitely not incontinent, not
even slightly. Even baby cats, irresistible to all except me, orphaned
and in dire straights, mewing piteously, have been unceremoniously
rejected and sent on their way. “Oh Dad, it’s snowing!� “That’s not my
fault. Anyway, they’ve got fur.�

Not long ago the last cat made her exit. She’d hung on and hung on,
finally becoming quite helpless, and when we took her on that horrid one
way trip the vet took one look and unquestioningly reached for her
lethal needle. This cat had done well for 17 years, but the time had come.

Cats:

Blacky (rather fierce), Ginger (pretended to be fierce, but he was a big
sissy really), Spook (a seemingly respectable old lady with a shadowy
past), Susy (the cleverest of cats), Charlie (her brother, the dimmest
of cats), Dandy (short lived), and Tiger (Carolyn's first love).

Cat highlights:

When Susy went silently upstairs, then suddenly urine came out of one of
the living room lights.
When Blackie reached out to steal my forkful of food, but misjudged it.
His paw went into my mouth and I had a severely lacerated tongue and
lower lip.
When I was testing some big speakers and Spook jumped vertically up off
the beanbag and had diarrhoea in mid air.
When Ginger would jump on the windowsill and lean on the door handle to
let the other cats in or out.
When Hil ran Charlie over. He used to go to sleep in cardboard boxes in
the road. The wheel of the Volvo went right over him. He was flat. I
picked him up and he cried. I put him down on the ground and he sort of
swelled back into shape like in the cartoons and walked off. The vet
couldn't find any damage (still charged plenty though).
When I was ill and immobile for two months. Every day Charlie came
upstairs and settled next to me, sometimes licking my face and purring.
When I had to tell Carolyn (12) that her beloved Tiger was dead. The
worst thing I've ever had to do (amazingly).
When we walked up the field and a cat would follow, only to stop at the
edge of her territory and meow at us, as if to say “You’re going over
the edge of the world!�
When Spook gave birth in a cardboard box in the field, and Louise (10)
thought the little tails hanging out of the bottom belonged to rats.
When Spook would run across the yard in her inimitable way, her back end
not quite behind her front end, like a 'cut and shut' car, nervously
dodging from cover to cover like a guerrilla fighter.
When I was up a tree and I chopped off a really big branch and then saw
Charlie sitting directly below, looking up with gormless interest. He
lived, by some miracle.
But now we have no cats. We can leave food on the table unguarded. We
don’t need to do a headcount when we hear brakes screech outside. We
don’t have to deal with occasional nasty smells in inaccessible corners.
All of these are good things. But somehow, it doesn’t seem right. The
house seems very empty.

I think I’ll get a dog.

There is a book in there Bill!



--
Dave - The Medway Handyman www.medwayhandyman.co.uk

Bill Wright wrote:

We have no cats.

A delightful piece, Bill. I've saved it on my PC 'cos it's great.

SteveT

In message , The Medway Handyman
writes
On 02/07/2011 22:17, Bill Wright wrote:

Snip excellent tails:-)

I think I’ll get a dog.

There is a book in there Bill!

Don't get a dog.

They have even bigger routine Vets bills than cats. They need emptying
twice a day. This may seem to be an advantage over cats who take care of
their own toiletries but actually involves carting a plastic bag
containing brown lozenges of consistency determined by diet for 90% of
your walk. Dog poo bins are never where you need them and, as we all
know, dogs will not **** on their own doorsteps.

Further, you will be tempted to shortcut the exercise routine. This may
be justified by the need to take Susie to her music lesson or your
football team playing at home. Inevitably this leads to the acquisition
of the ubiquitous tennis ball thrower, Frisbee etc......

In the interests of remaining friends I will stop at this point but
there is more, much more!

regards

--
Tim Lamb

In article ,
Tim Lamb wrote:
Further, you will be tempted to shortcut the exercise routine. This may
be justified by the need to take Susie to her music lesson or your
football team playing at home. Inevitably this leads to the acquisition
of the ubiquitous tennis ball thrower, Frisbee etc......

In the interests of remaining friends I will stop at this point but
there is more, much more!

One of the advantages of having a dog is that it should force you to have
exercise too - and some contemplation time to yourself as well. Of course
you *can* just go for a walk without a dog - but that requires will power
when you've got 'better' things to do.

The other thing is if you smile and say hello to total strangers when
walking alone you'll likely be treated with suspicion. With a dog, it's
the norm.

--
*A dog's not just for Christmas, it's alright on a Friday night too*

Dave Plowman London SW
To e-mail, change noise into sound.

charles wrote:
In article ,
m wrote:

[Snip]


Which of course only got there on the LIV-TOW cable due to the exemplary
expertise of the Engineers in Comms Department to equalise the "wet
string" to a sufficiently high frequency to overcome the inherent s/n on
the pairs (he he)




Frank Rice being the expert of experts.


Actually Frank was the video man - rushing around between sites on his bike.

We in Sound test Room had Dave Reese, Ken and Colin with of course Rusty
Waters as the main SB person!

Using loverly things like this to perform miracles:-
http://www.bostonmanor.plus.com/exbhcomms/EV3mask.JPG

Sorry my memory must be going, it was PW/LR 12390
http://www.bostonmanor.plus.com/exbh...Routings_1.PDF

Mike

On Sunday, July 3rd, 2011 at 07:50:22h +0100, Peter C asked:

On Sat, 2 Jul 2011 22:44:15 +0100, Max Demian wrote:

Useless as most of the hassle of vacuuming is the trouble to move
furniture and mats around.

Oh, is that supposed to be done?

Yes.

So the obvious answer is to install levitating furniture that
will rise when the robotic vacuum cleaner needs to suck up the
various particles which have accumulated around the base of
the item of furniture.

In article , m
scribeth thus
charles wrote:
In article ,
m wrote:

[Snip]


Which of course only got there on the LIV-TOW cable due to the exemplary
expertise of the Engineers in Comms Department to equalise the "wet
string" to a sufficiently high frequency to overcome the inherent s/n on
the pairs (he he)




Frank Rice being the expert of experts.


Actually Frank was the video man - rushing around between sites on his bike.

We in Sound test Room had Dave Reese, Ken and Colin with of course Rusty
Waters as the main SB person!

Using loverly things like this to perform miracles:-
http://www.bostonmanor.plus.com/exbhcomms/EV3mask.JPG

Sorry my memory must be going, it was PW/LR 12390
http://www.bostonmanor.plus.com/exbh...Routings_1.PDF

Mike


Err what's the "MG" and "ADB" OFF Taccy?..

cheers..
--
Tony Sayer

J G Miller wrote:

So the obvious answer is to install levitating furniture that
will rise when the robotic vacuum cleaner needs to suck up the
various particles which have accumulated around the base of
the item of furniture.

In fact that's so obvious I wonder why you can't just go out and buy
levitating furniture now. It'd make it much easier to move around,
too.

SteveT