Driveshaft change this time
So...after a weekend of clutch changing it was decided that a failed clutch was not the cause of 'no drive'. Infact Adam had managed to break a drive shaft. This weekend was therefore spent changing the driveshaft.
A funny
Been home now almost 6 weeks.....spent a lot of time on the www - this is by far the funniest thing i have found!!! There are more - here
The truth about Haynes
Haynes: Rotate anticlockwise.
Translation: Clamp with Mole-grips then beat repeatedly with hammer anticlockwise.
Haynes: This is a snug fit.
Translation: You are about to skin your knuckles
Haynes: This is a tight fit.
Translation: Not a hope in hell, mate!
Haynes: As described in Chapter 7...
Translation: That'll teach you not to read through before you start; now you are looking at scary photos of the inside of a gearbox...
Haynes: Pry...
Translation: Hammer a screwdriver into...
Haynes: Undo...
Translation: Go and buy a BIG can of WD40...
Haynes: Retain small spring...
Translation: "F*ck me, what was that, it nearly took my eye out"
Haynes: Press and rotate to remove bulb...
Translation: "OK - that's the glass part off; now use some good pliers to dig out the base...
Haynes: Lightly...
Translation: Start off lightly and build up till the veins on your forehead are throbbing...
Haynes: Routine maintenance...
Translation: If it isn't broken... it's about to be
Haynes: Compress... T
ranslation: Squeeze with all your might, jump up and down on, swear at, throw at the garage wall, then search in the dark corner of the garage for while muttering "Piece of Shit" repeatedly under your breath.
Haynes: Inspect...
Translation: Squint at really hard and pretend you know what you are looking at, then declare in a loud knowing voice to your wife, "Yeah, just as I thought, it's busted!"
Haynes: Carefully...
Translation: You are about to cut yourself.
Haynes: Retaining nut...
Translation: Yes, that's it, that big spherical blob of rust.
Haynes: Get an assistant...
Translation: Prepare to humiliate yourself in front of someone you know.
Haynes: Turning the engine will be easier with the spark plugs removed.
Translation: However, starting the engine afterwards will be much harder. Once that sinking pit of your stomach feeling has subsided, you can start to feel deeply ashamed as you gingerly refit the spark plugs.
Haynes: Refitting is the reverse sequence to removal.
Translation: But you swear in different places.
Haynes: Prise away plastic locating pegs...
Translation: Snap off...
Haynes: Apply moderate heat... Translation:
Placing your mouth near it and huffing isn't moderate heat.
Haynes: Index
Translation: List of all the things in the book except for the thing you want to do
Too much time.....
At my old place of work (soon to be new place of work??? See below) we would often entertain ourselves with the sport of calendar surfing. This 'sport' was normally played when someone turned up in a suit (ie. he must have an interview) or we would be wondering who was going to get that promotion. It involved opening up peoples public calendars and finding things like - "Interview with XX".
So not having a job and having to sell all i own on ebay to make ends meet.....i started 'feedback surfing'. I curently have a guy bidding on one of my items and in his feedback profile he has some 'private feedback'. A few clicks later i soon find out that he normally buys stuff like this.
Unemployed (?)
Why the (?)?
Well...i had an interview for my old job ( i left my job 7 months ago to go and write this website). Hoping to find out if i was successful on monday.
Then, i might have to join the real world again and go to work monday to friday!!!!
In at the deep end - part 2
A serious 'slash and burn' project was undertaken in the garden today - the rain put an end to the burning and it was more like cutting than 'slashing' - and then it all had to be carted down to the dump.
It was all going well - happily making faggots and then dragging them past the shed, then down between the pond and garage......
Dad stumbled...his foot was in the pond...he then grasped fresh air to stop him falling further...the fresh air grabbing did no good....he was now sat in the pond. And with a little bit of momentum (and a little more air grabbing) he was now laying in the pond. I thought he was was going to hit the roof (or at least go very high in the sky....) - but actually, he calmy got out and laughed about it!!!!
No pics...can you believe it??!!
In at the deep end.....
Having not put foot on a yacht since sometime in 2005, i was asked to 'crew' on Crikey at the weekend.
I was soon having to rapidly remember what string to pull and in what order (of course, Johnny was there to 'guide' me)!!
Getting back into sailing.....
...well....i am starting off little and working my way up to the big stuff
