Mysterious bleeps night and morning

"Roderick Stewart" wrote in message
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On Sun, 01 Sep 2013 01:37:03 +0100, Derek F
wrote:

Temporarily move each piece of gear out to a different room in turn.
Unplugging should surely be enough for most things.
You want me to do my back in:-) The case is an Antec Nine Hundred Two
midi tower and is a heavy beast. I move it as little distance as possible.

You could try just switching things off at first, but if that fails to
locate the noise, then there's probably no other way than to move
them. We've suggested as many things as we can think of. The rest is
up to you.

Why doesn't he just go to live somewhere else?
--
JohnT

"Martin" wrote in message
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On Sat, 31 Aug 2013 18:58:57 +0100, Bill Wright
wrote:

charles wrote:


Round here, if Parcel Force find you aren't in they leave the parcel at
the
nearest sub-post office.
Mysteriously, round here they leave large ones at the post office in
Tescos and small ones at the sorting office. I collected one from the
sorting office the other day. There was a queue of three behind an
enormously fat tattooed lady. The poor man couldn't find her parcel. She
became angry and started effing and blinding (she could well have been
in the nearby Weatherpoons all afternoon). As she shouted and banged her
fist I could see the fat rippling around on her neck and arms,
distorting her tattoos. At last, to everyone's relief, the parcel was
found. The following exchange ensued.
"Ah here it is! Can I see your ID please?"
"What do you mean, ID?"
"Something with your identity. A passport, an official photo ID card, a
disabled parking badge...?"
"No, I ant got nowt like that!"
"Well I'm sorry but I can't.." She made a grab for the parcel but he was
on the ball and snatched it away in a practised manner. She tried
wheedling, then threats, then went back to effing and blinding.
Eventually she cleared off and we all laughed about her after she'd
gone. I wondered later though if she hadn't brought ID because she
couldn't read the card.

As a result of privatisation in NL there are no post offices. If you
want to send registered mail, it has to be taken to the local Video
shop.
--

Martin in Zuid Holland



--
JohnT

"Martin" wrote in message
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On Sat, 31 Aug 2013 18:58:57 +0100, Bill Wright
wrote:

charles wrote:


Round here, if Parcel Force find you aren't in they leave the parcel at
the
nearest sub-post office.
Mysteriously, round here they leave large ones at the post office in
Tescos and small ones at the sorting office. I collected one from the
sorting office the other day. There was a queue of three behind an
enormously fat tattooed lady. The poor man couldn't find her parcel. She
became angry and started effing and blinding (she could well have been
in the nearby Weatherpoons all afternoon). As she shouted and banged her
fist I could see the fat rippling around on her neck and arms,
distorting her tattoos. At last, to everyone's relief, the parcel was
found. The following exchange ensued.
"Ah here it is! Can I see your ID please?"
"What do you mean, ID?"
"Something with your identity. A passport, an official photo ID card, a
disabled parking badge...?"
"No, I ant got nowt like that!"
"Well I'm sorry but I can't.." She made a grab for the parcel but he was
on the ball and snatched it away in a practised manner. She tried
wheedling, then threats, then went back to effing and blinding.
Eventually she cleared off and we all laughed about her after she'd
gone. I wondered later though if she hadn't brought ID because she
couldn't read the card.

As a result of privatisation in NL there are no post offices. If you
want to send registered mail, it has to be taken to the local Video
shop.

There are 3 sub Post Offices within 2 miles of me but I don't think that
there is a video shop within 10 miles.
--
JohnT

I was woken up by beeping at about midnight last night. At some point
during the preceding 24 hours I'd somehow managed to accidentally switch
on the alarm function of my watch, which was on my bedside table. I've
never made use of it, but at least I now know that it works!
--
John Hall
"Sir, I have found you an argument;
but I am not obliged to find you an understanding."
Dr Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

On 01/09/2013 09:00, Roderick Stewart wrote:
On Sun, 01 Sep 2013 01:37:03 +0100, Derek F
wrote:

Temporarily move each piece of gear out to a different room in turn.
Unplugging should surely be enough for most things.
You want me to do my back in:-) The case is an Antec Nine Hundred Two
midi tower and is a heavy beast. I move it as little distance as possible.

You could try just switching things off at first, but if that fails to
locate the noise, then there's probably no other way than to move
them. We've suggested as many things as we can think of. The rest is
up to you.

Rod.

As I say I had already tried most of them. Everything will move out of
the room when fit a new carpet.
Derek

On 01/09/2013 16:09, JohnT wrote:

"Roderick Stewart" wrote in message
news
On Sun, 01 Sep 2013 01:37:03 +0100, Derek F
wrote:

Temporarily move each piece of gear out to a different room in turn.
Unplugging should surely be enough for most things.
You want me to do my back in:-) The case is an Antec Nine Hundred Two
midi tower and is a heavy beast. I move it as little distance as
possible.

You could try just switching things off at first, but if that fails to
locate the noise, then there's probably no other way than to move
them. We've suggested as many things as we can think of. The rest is
up to you.

Why doesn't he just go to live somewhere else?
And take the equipment with me ?
Derek

On 01/09/2013 09:22, Martin wrote:
On Sat, 31 Aug 2013 21:49:04 +0100, Phil Cook
wrote:

On 31/08/2013 21:12, Derek F wrote:
On 31/08/2013 11:40, Bill wrote:

Please hurry up and find the cause of the bleeps, this thread is
drifting around like a bit of driftwood at sea.





I changed the CMOS battery today and I still had a beep at the usual time.
As I originally said I first asked on a computer NG and then Digital Spy
Forum.
Not 100% if it comes from the computer or the equipment just to the side
I thought that I would try here for reasons it might come from STB, PVR
or TV.

Temporarily move each piece of gear out to a different room in turn.

Do you mean Derek hasn't already done this? Derek?

Would you? Its only a bleep not a water leak:-)
Derek

On 01/09/2013 10:02, Steve Thackery wrote:
Phil Cook wrote:

Temporarily move each piece of gear out to a different room in turn.

Yes. I cannot believe we are still having to tell the guy stuff like
this.

Gentlemen: the OP is yanking our chain. Let us ignore him forthwith.

Shows that some fish will always take the bait?
Derek

On 01/09/2013 09:23, Martin wrote:
On Sat, 31 Aug 2013 21:31:57 +0100, Derek F
wrote:

On 31/08/2013 18:58, Bill Wright wrote:
charles wrote:


Round here, if Parcel Force find you aren't in they leave the parcel
at the
nearest sub-post office.
Mysteriously, round here they leave large ones at the post office in
Tescos and small ones at the sorting office. I collected one from the
sorting office the other day. There was a queue of three behind an
enormously fat tattooed lady. The poor man couldn't find her parcel. She
became angry and started effing and blinding (she could well have been
in the nearby Weatherpoons all afternoon). As she shouted and banged her
fist I could see the fat rippling around on her neck and arms,
distorting her tattoos. At last, to everyone's relief, the parcel was
found. The following exchange ensued.
"Ah here it is! Can I see your ID please?"
"What do you mean, ID?"
"Something with your identity. A passport, an official photo ID card, a
disabled parking badge...?"
"No, I ant got nowt like that!"
"Well I'm sorry but I can't.." She made a grab for the parcel but he was
on the ball and snatched it away in a practised manner. She tried
wheedling, then threats, then went back to effing and blinding.
Eventually she cleared off and we all laughed about her after she'd
gone. I wondered later though if she hadn't brought ID because she
couldn't read the card.

Bill


It's not a new situation. It must have been in the late 50's when I had
a card left for me to collect a registered envelope. I went to the
collection office on the Saturday morning. The place was stacked from
floor to ceiling with tied up bundles of envelopes for Murphy's Pools.
I handed him my card and he asked for ID. I did not have any so he did
not want to give it to me. I asked him if he knew my father. He looked
puzzled. I said same surname but forename John and he's worked for the
Post Office for over 30 years and is the Union Treasurer.
If you want more proof I said it is from McLaughlin's the Bookmakers and
it has £35 in it.
He gave me the envelope. The money was in brand new White Fivers. Wish
that I had kept them they are worth a bit now,

So was £35 in the 1950s.

A guy I worked with won Ten Grand on the pools around that time. It did
not last him long:-)
Derek

On 01/09/2013 09:20, Martin wrote:
On Sat, 31 Aug 2013 18:58:57 +0100, Bill Wright
wrote:

charles wrote:


Round here, if Parcel Force find you aren't in they leave the parcel at the
nearest sub-post office.
Mysteriously, round here they leave large ones at the post office in
Tescos and small ones at the sorting office. I collected one from the
sorting office the other day. There was a queue of three behind an
enormously fat tattooed lady. The poor man couldn't find her parcel. She
became angry and started effing and blinding (she could well have been
in the nearby Weatherpoons all afternoon). As she shouted and banged her
fist I could see the fat rippling around on her neck and arms,
distorting her tattoos. At last, to everyone's relief, the parcel was
found. The following exchange ensued.
"Ah here it is! Can I see your ID please?"
"What do you mean, ID?"
"Something with your identity. A passport, an official photo ID card, a
disabled parking badge...?"
"No, I ant got nowt like that!"
"Well I'm sorry but I can't.." She made a grab for the parcel but he was
on the ball and snatched it away in a practised manner. She tried
wheedling, then threats, then went back to effing and blinding.
Eventually she cleared off and we all laughed about her after she'd
gone. I wondered later though if she hadn't brought ID because she
couldn't read the card.

As a result of privatisation in NL there are no post offices. If you
want to send registered mail, it has to be taken to the local Video
shop.

You still hsave video shops?
Derek