Broithe

Be careful with the chinchilla dust. I've had a few drying off in the hot press for months now, but I still just get a horrible sludge when I run them through the liquidiser.

This morning's thunderstorm reduced the options for the Sunday morning excursion, but we made it to the summit of Arderin - 527m/1,729ft. This is only a short walk from the 'new road', despite being the highest point of the Slieve Blooms. Anyway, the point is that I found a solitary sleeper, half-buried and there for no clear reason, a hundred metres from the summit cairn. Possibly the sole remains of an abortive plan to rival the railway up Snowdon?

I worked with a Japanese bloke who was very competent about most things. His Polish neighbour had a goldfish that was a bit poorly and she just assumed he would know all about koi carp, etc. He knew nothing, but he wasn't going to admit that. He went round and looked at the fish. It was clearly not well and had a few scales missing. He told her that she must make sure that the whole tank and the various filters and ornaments in it, etc., were all scrupulously clean, assuring her that it would probably all heal up, if she did that properly. She did all that, but the fish got slowly worse. He laboured the point about scrubbing everything to ensure total cleanliness. It still got worse. After about six cycles of this, he grudgingly volunteered to watch her, to see if he could see what she was missing. She seemed to be doing it all perfectly, putting the fish in a Pyrex jug whilst she removed cleaned and rinsed all the internals and the tank itself, scrubbing everything with a nail brush and a toothbrush. As everything seemed as good as it could be, he was about to admit that it was beyond his capacity to suggest anything else, when she hoicked the fish out of the jug, gave it a squeeze of Fairy Liquid and was about to scrub it under the hot tap. At that point, having managed to stop her in time, he assured her that merely replacing the fish and giving him time to recuperate would probably give a better result...

And yet the two largest municipalities are ports...

Of course, in Laois, a lot of the cars had Craggy Island plates.

In 1958 you would have needed a TV set in a DeLorean to watch RTÉ. It would have been noticed if you'd parked one in Donegal town then.

The aerials are interesting. When you could legitimately run a TV without having a licence..?

Liberator + added confusion.

Do as I do and imagine Accurascale to be a money-laundering operation that subsidises our ever-expanding addictions...

I presume this is from Naas, today or yesterday.

Near me in England was a rendering plant. Years ago, liquid 'stuff' - blood, guts and the sort of bits that didn't even go in sausages - were transported carefully in trucks with open tanks on the back. There was considerable dribbling of matter onto the roads, but people got used to that. Matters came to a head, ultimately, when a truck was approaching a pedestrian crossing and a woman with a pram made as if to cross at the last moment. The driver had no option but to stop sharply and the resultant tidal wave of guts, about a third to half the contents of the load, surged over the cab and onto the road. sweeping the woman and the pram for some distance. As it was midsummer, the shops along the street mostly had their doors open and the wave surged in. Nobody who saw this would ever forget it. Subsequently, the use of open tanks ceased.

This has popped up - 7.5 inch, I think - not small... http://tmrr.org/

I have been made aware that the Vale of Rheidol shop has at least two of these available, for a mere twenty quid each. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1919014181547821?multi_permalinks=6251163201666209&hoisted_section_header_type=recently_seen

In a similar vein... https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=pfbid0ixbKZ8fKVFTiP22wQFAYuVUB37w7QqGzcq8vfC3Fh9a6Rm6npFZ3o5waiNazES2ql&id=100089963332808 "How do you climb a mountain of stacked railway ties? This 1937 photograph by Fox for the Daily Herald was taken in the Great Western Railway sleeper creosoting works in Hayes, Middlesex, England."

And you just know that, on your first day there, you would knock a pot of paint off a plank, all over some posh woman in a fur coat sixty feet below...

When I had a 'proper job', I worked with lots of humans that I wouldn't have trusted that far...

https://www.facebook.com/HistoryColored/posts/pfbid0vLmRjnkjoLrgGqck58uwh38mxG4k4taCwXSQV5DsD3NnMc4JLbAm4LtEMY5o4JyBl "Double leg amputee railway signalman, James Wide, photographed working alongside his pet and assistant, Jack Baboon, in Cape Town during the 1880s. James Wide purchased a chacma baboon in 1881 and trained him to push his wheelchair and operate the railway signals under supervision. Credit: color_byangelina on Instagram"

There is this special edition planned.

https://www.facebook.com/Oldphotos10/posts/pfbid0aSR44MZq6SBj4EjQVfzf3e54KasFcuebCMXojjZdMMT7Tbf9KxG5kx85hRQMw3tkl "August 1935. Workmen painting girders beneath the roof of Liverpool Street Station, London. (Photo by Fox Photos/Getty Images)"

https://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/news/northern-ireland/lancaster-bomber-flies-in-for-armed-forces-day-display-in-larne-this-weekend/a762359719.html

I knew someone would do that, but I didn't expect it so soon, when we've only just begun.

A good bit smaller - between that and a 727, really. The story of the one that had an emergency landing at Izhma, ending up in the forest, being dragged back out, repaired enough to be flown out, then repaired properly and flown on for another decade, before being retired and put on display outside the airline's head office is a very 'Russian' thing. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alrosa_Flight_514

https://irishrailwaymodeller.com/profile/129-dave/