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A bus made of pallets, for the full experience?

A career in tourism promotion beckons... Your comment also reminded me of the time that the people across the road came to ask my father to keep an eye on the house, post, etc. He asked them where they were going, they said they were off to Dublin Airport to fly to Venice. His manner made it clear that he felt this was an unnecessary extravagance, but both sides glossed over this and nothing more was said. It was only when a postcard arrived for him that we found out he thought they were flying to Ennis, when it was only a few stops down on the train.

Many years ago, on the nine o'clock train down to Ballybrophy, which met a branch connection, the announcements were being done by a chap of some sort of African origin. He was making valiant attempts at Roscrea, Nenagh and Cloughjordan, but it was clear that his introductory training package had not covered this aspect of the job thoroughly. I spent a profitable few minutes coaching him and the next announcements were noticeably better, even though anybody likely to be heading off to the side would have a fair idea of where they were going anyway. I must send IÉ that invoice soon. Also, I see - or don't see - that I seem to have failed to record the Edward VII post box in the wall by the station building - a rare enough item on the Big island.

Taking a friend to the hospital in Nenagh today, for him to be stabbed in the eye, I realised that, in my whole life, I have never really had my feet on the ground in the town, beyond the hospital carpark - except for occasionally putting one foot down fifty years ago, if I had to stop briefly on a motorbike, when you still had to go through the town in those far-off pre-motorway days. Knowing that he would be there for at least an hour, as they would first have to stun him sufficiently for the stabbing to be done in a reasonably civilised manner, I had a stroll up to the station area. The footbridge, of course, is not necessary now, as public access to the other platform is not required, so it has not been upgraded for disability access - indeed, it is fairly disabled itself now. The fairly large carpark was around 85% full and I didn't see any notices requiring payment anywhere. The goods shed is fundamentally sound. As is the station building itself. There is a display of a water crane featured by the carpark entrance. And other historical buildings in the immediate vicinity. I suspect that the nice cast iron railings on the overbridge might not be approved if they were suggested today - they seem a little low to me and it would be easy for someone six-foot plus to stumble over them. I did check below and there were no bodies, bloodstains or suspicious dents in the ground surface.

He just needed to learn how to (ice)pick his friends more carefully...

It will become difficult, impossible, or just not worth the effort, to refute the nonsense that people 'know that they know'. Only a couple of weeks ago, I saw posts where someone was stating widely repeated "facts" about an aircraft - they were virtually just propaganda nonsense, but he wouldn't accept the truth, even when it was being supplied by a chap who had actually flown the individual aircraft in the photo being discussed - and for many years. It's not all down to AI, but it will greatly accelerate the 'fake fact' phenomenon. Even before AI, people could be a bit dim - I remember being told that a clear fake picture couldn't be a fake - because it had been taken before Photoshop was invented. I'm getting better at just leaving people to dwell in their own world...

AI. Artificial Ignorance. Not quite as good as real ignorance yet, but it's getting there.

I found these today - that last big storm must have been really rough... They are here - https://www.google.com/maps/@53.1096447,-7.6409247,43m/data=!3m1!1e3?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI1MDcyMy4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

A towering figure in the world of models. https://tamiyablog.com/2025/07/in-memoriam-mr-shunsaku-tamiya/

The last few years, the Ras na mBan has passed few miles away and I have ventured out to watch. On the first year, a chap was sitting in his car 100m away, with sandwiches, etc. I assumed he was also waiting, but he wasn't - it was just a coincidental stop. he kept looking at me, sat under a road sign at my preferred vantage point. Suddenly, a horde of Guards arrived and he became concerned that he was embroiled in a dangerous situation, as he thought they had come, en masse, to arrest me, as suspicious as I look. Once that emergency was resolved, he then had to establish a change of route, as his intended road would not be available for a while... The ladies were very impressive - that day involved going up to 500m... Last year, there was just me and one cop - much less of a sideshow, but the race was still as impressive. We waited for the last tail enders to pass and let the traffic off again - actually, there was very little disruption. It looks like I can do it again this year - https://rasnamban.com/2025-route/ Worth having a look, if it passes close to you.

Having received the promised 4am weather report from @Georgeconna, we headed off south to do the Sugarloaf and Knockmealdown - for the third time, after having miserable visibility on the previous two attempts. We arrived towards 7am and the weather was far better this time - it was a great day out. Still recovering. Hopefully...

I had a situation once in Stafford station. I was picking up an old dear who was generally a bit scatty, but we usually coped. There were hourly trains from Euston then, with a single stop in Rugby. I had a call from her daughter to say that she was on the train due to arrive at 7pm. I arrived at the station a few minutes before 7, just in case it was on time, and heard the announcement of its impending arrival, so I was on the platform as it rolled in and the doors opened. No sign of her. Knowing the chap on the platform, we quickly agreed to a quick scan of the train, from each end, as he knew her from previous events. We met in the middle and agreed that she was not on it and all toilets were vacant, so we let the train off. We were going to the office to alert Rugby, as she must have got off there by accident - not an impossibility and she was on the train when it left and not on it when it arrived at the second station stop. This seemed to be the only possibility. We were discussing this, and the possibility that Rugby could alert the local cops there, if she wasn't found in the station area quickly, when another staff member casually mentioned that that hadn't really been the 7pm train, but was actually the 6pm one which had been conveniently exactly late enough to 'look right'. So, she was still on the train, but still a good hour away, sitting on a stationary train looking at some fields somewhere. Another minute or so and we would have initiated a search, or two, and I would have informed her daughter of the apparent situation...

Tom unfortunately died, just as supplies of the essential raw materials from Malaya were beginning to come back on stream. His brother, Johnnie, took over, but the railway market was gone by that point, and he took the business in a very different direction.

If the reg number is wrong, an ANPR check would flag the car up as 'not insured', too.

I went to the open day at Abbeyleix House on Sunday - I took 191 pictures. Imagine the cost with a real camera forty years ago...