Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, MattG Subtlety. Totally lost on the youth of today. -- Wicked Uncle Nigel - There are few things in life more sinister than a public toilet with the lid closed. WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41 SBS#39 OMF#6 Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner", Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big" Suzuki TS250 "The Africa Single" Yamaha GTS1000
Well by definition something is worth what the most enthusiastic buyer you can find is willing to pay for it. In this case one would wonder *why*. It's not as if it is running fancy suspension/wheels/brakes. 'Hog
As those two are out and about allow me... From a thread in the caff July 2004 "It was a quiet afternoon in deepest Derbyshire, when along came aknocking an elderly Spiccy gentleman. This gentleman, who we know better as one Lozzo, then proceeded to "show me his load". With such stressful activity behind us, coffee was offered and the offer was duly accepted. Given Lady Nina's propensity for foisting second rate coffee on to her visitors, she had, on a previous occasion, acquired a stove top expresso maker. This was employed in an attempt to render such an esteemed visitor with a coffee suitable to their station. So this was done, and the results were good. The coffee was accepted with grace and drunk with pleasure. However, the stove top coffee maker is small, too small to furnish all of us with a beverage at the same time. Owing to this lack of capacity the apparatus had to be brought in to use a second time, in order that the rest of us may consume the nectar from the holy bean. This is where it all goes wrong, you see the village idiot was in residence. He was entrusted with the task of dismantling the contraption, removing the used beans, refilling and firing up again. Now, this task was accomplished with a minimum of fuss and difficulty. One might in fact say that it was too easy, such proved to be the case. You see the base holds the water, the funnel holds the grounds, the filter keeps them in there, and the top receives the coffee. However, if the filter is omitted, and later found to be in the sink, the water hits the coffee, the coffee clumps and blocks passage into the top. When the pressure in the base is sufficient the blockage will be forced into the top. Of course, this then means that there is a huge disparity between the pressure in the base, and that in the top. The only way to rectify this is for the water, and steam, and coffee grounds, to exit into the top as rapidly as possible. Unfortunately the top does not clip closed, this means that the conglomeration mentioned above hits the lid, it opens it, and showers across the room, up the wall, through the door, over people... The moral of the story, kids, is don't let MattG near anything, ever, no matter what it is. Sorry Loz. "
<snip failed assassination by coffee maker> ROFL!! I need a good laugh! -- Cheers! Fr Jack B12S (coming soon) 90 CB450DX (The Moped) FRJACKUKRM AT GMAIL DOT COM skype: fr.jack (without the dot) We'll open up your eyes, just to check that you're asleep, again
Ha told you the owner was a ****, a time wasting ****. £5110 "reserve not met". Hope he enjoys owning it for another few years while the treatment kicks in. 'Hog
come now, stop beating about the bush. Tell us what you really thing about him... -- Austin Shackles. www.ddol-las.net my opinions are just that Blue: The sky is blue for a reason. Blue light is a source of strength and harmony in the cosmos. Create a blue light in your life by telephoning the police from the Little Book of Complete B***ocks by Alistair Beaton.
nemmind, he gets to pay fees based on the reserve price now And he has to pay to re-list it if he does. -- Austin Shackles. www.ddol-las.net my opinions are just that Blue: The sky is blue for a reason. Blue light is a source of strength and harmony in the cosmos. Create a blue light in your life by telephoning the police from the Little Book of Complete B***ocks by Alistair Beaton.
'strue. Even when I try not to. I mean, you've seen my bike, and it's predecessor, yes? Well, I'm not quite gnawing on my own liver about it but I do feel a bit guilty when I think of it. I know there was no lasting harm, but it could have been very serious, through my own incompetence. Injuring myself through stupidity or incompetence is one thing, but hurting someone else is a very different matter. One reason that my riding is much more controlled when carrying a pillion.
