Anyone know Bill Inglis?

Somebody (here or elsewhere) described eating Jerusalem Artichokes as
akin to eating boiled cardboard with grit in it, a view with which I
cannot disagree.
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I can, and do disagree.

 

Obtaining bottles isn't a problem for me but if I needed to obtain
some and didn't work in engineering I'd get them from BOC themselves
rather than save a few quid and not know where the **** they came
from.

 

V. true. Or save a few quid and deal with one of BOC's competitors. I
gave up BOC for my portapak.
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BOC are reluctant to supply them if you haven't attended one of their
dreadful courses.

In Ye Olden Dayes, while I was tying things together prior to moving to
the Isle of Lewis I got a job as a workshop technician in a
comprehensive school. One of the first things the head of Craft asked me
was "Can you weld?"

"Yes, but only with gas." (With the basic grounding of working with Bill
Inglis, I might say.)

"Good. That's all we have. You've got a BOC certificate, of course?"

"No fear!" (explained what I thought of the BOC course. It may well have
improved since the '60s - I certainly hope so.)

"Oh." <ponders> "Our Mr. P*******. has one. I'll ask him to check you
out, and if he says OK, then - OK."

Mr P arrived with a handful of extremely thin pieces of sheet steel -
the sort of thickness that even cheap fridge makers would be too
embarrassed to use - and asked: "Can you weld this? I want it made into
a little box."

"No trouble." and I selected the smallest jet in the box, a No. 1 -
smaller would have been better,,,

Having fitted it, I vented the acetylene and adjusted the gauge, then I
did the same for the oxygen.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I explained what happened if you didn't deliver the right pressures to
the torch, and what might happen, and how to do it.

"Well, I never knew that! No wonder whenever I used it, the flame kept
blowing out. They never told me *THAT* on the BOC course."

"That's one of the first things they should have told you. It's not just
the flame blowing out, it's the set blowing *UP* that's the danger."
<points> "And that blowback trap doesn't always prevent it, either."
</points>

I welded his bits into a box (nicely, even though I say it myself), and
I was the only one in the department who used it after that. (Handy, it
was, too!)

 

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I might still have a little 'pull' with them as I used to work for Murex.

One day I shall get another set.

 

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Silly little yellow daisy-like things a bit smaller than a pot marigold,
they are, and grotesquely out of proportion right at the top of a
ten-foot stem.

 

's not the volume of gas that's created but the penetrating odour, IME. Not
for nothing are they called fartichokes.

 

ours are half-size ones with AirProducts. Not too bad on the rental cost,
but you need something in mind to make it worth it long-term.

 

Is the term "I grow" truly accurate? They grow by themselves and I've
never met anyone who has managed to get rid of them.

What are they like?
Mine never quite produced flowers, the first frost got them every time.

 

Quite right - my thoughts exactly.

 

That's the rub - I don't have enough sensible projects lined up.
(Plenty of silly ones, mind)

 

Sorry but I really did mis-read that as silly little yellow darsy-like
things.

It made me remember the naturefest and the undergrowth he had stuck
to his head along with the 666 some evil bastard scrawled on there.

 

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Like small and sparse yellow single dahlias, and they lurk right at the
top of the stem.

 

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Pass the cloff please! That oily one's good enough.

 

Marigold gloves?

 

ooh! mus try that! Now, what hap