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I presume that you still can't actually buy a ticket to Manulla Junction? You're not meant to leave the station, merely to use it as a 'transfer point' for Westport or Ballina.

The same chap was a good bit older than us and very 'straight', he wasn't going to be listening to 'pop' music at all, for example. His son was in the Cubs and he often spent some time at the weekends taking them on hikes with another parent. We often got reports of his weekend activities. Over a period of time, it became slowly clear that this other parent, who he referred to as 'my friend, Mr Osbourne', was actually Ozzy Osbourne, who lived not far from him at that time. We carefully enquired about 'Mr Osbourne' and the description was good enough - and the assessment "I'm not sure what he does, I believe he's involved in the music industry and he does have a wine bar in Newport" - it was clearly Ozzy. We all resolved not to let Gerry in on the full details, as it must have been quite a relief for Ozzy to have some 'time off' from being 'his public self'. It went on for a few years, without Gerry ever having any real idea of what was going on. After one hike in the summer holidays, on a lovely summer's day around Dovedale, when there were crowds of walkers around, Gerry did remark that "He does seem to know a lot of people!" As an aside, the school in the local village is All Saints Primary School, which seems an odd group to name it after - every now and then, somebody alters the sign to Black Sabbath Primary School.

A chap I worked with fell off a ladder at home and broke both legs. He became quite obsessed about 'safety when working at height' and the conversation would often be diverted by him onto this subject. He bought some aluminium scaffolding, as he was never going up a ladder again - a decision that he would often inform people about. He had a holiday cottage in Wales and, unfortunately, he discovered that his beloved scaffolding would not fit in his car. Undaunted by this, he bought one of those tiny Honda pickups that was about in the early 1980s, just so he could take his scaffolding with him on holiday. He had been in the Navy for many years and I suspected that, at home, he would also park 'facing out', as he did in the car park at work - circumstances were to prove the correctness of my assumption. I nipped out to the car park and measured the tailgate, then we made a prefabricated sign that could be attached in a few seconds by means of some wire-ties. Nothing happened after we attached the sign... Until a fortnight later, when he came in one morning, demanding to know "Who did it!?" He had only finally seen the sign when his son, who had been sent out to wash the pickup, reported finding it. I still have a picture of it somewhere - R. G. Lewis (Scaffolding) Ltd. Enormous erections a speciality. He said that lots of people had been beeping and waving at him for the fortnight, but he just assumed that he must know them, so he just smiled and waved back

When I was running GoW bulbs, I used to run two 12 volt bulbs in series from the 16 volt ac supply. This gave a 'nicer' light and they ran a lot cooler - they also lasted for ever at the 8 volts they were getting. Running them at the rated voltage would give a much shorter life, I found. There would have been the issue that, when one bulb failed, it would have turned off the current to the other bulb in series with it, even though it was still capable of working. Therefore, I tended to try to make it easy to tell which were the 'associated' bulbs in that case, although simply being 'off' when all the others were 'on' was a good clue, and they tended to be near each other, of course. You would still have to discover which of the two was the failed bulb. But, in the end, none of the bulbs running at 8 volts ever failed. LEDs are definitely the way now, though, much more reliable and efficient.

They're 'OK' for what they are, but even when it's folded and stored, it's capable of producing injuries from the sharp edges, if you were to pass by without adequate care. The odd cuts from the many sharp edges would be survivable, but potentially awkward - however, the shearing action when folding it is well capable of provoking a hospital visit. Even the task of assembling it should be undertaken with sturdy gloves on. Other than that, it's alright...

Those modelling the Modern Image may need to consider upgrading the scenic details...

I'm not sure if they still do it, but McCulloch chainsaws used to have the following advice in the handbook - Chainsaw accidents are rarely trivial. The folding metal sawhorse has some advantages for me, in terms of storage volume and ease of transport. It doesn't get a lot of use, but it's never been used at 'my place'. If I had a great deal of use for one at the home location, then a permanent wooden one would be preferable. It's (saw)horses for courses, I suppose... I do keep one of these with me - if I need anything bigger then there's little point.

I'm always wary when using a chainsaw.

I think he's been hacked - or abducted by aliens.

I got myself one of those cheapo steel ones, with an attempt at 'teeth' on the upper sections. It's quite adequate for occasional use. Every single edge on it is sharp, though - you need to approach it with the care of someone picking up a dropped boxful of scalpel blades. It's more likely to injure you than the saw is! I'm reluctant to take the edges off, though, as that will go through the galvanising.

The very slightly off-white wash and that red on the door are bang on for the style of these things.

That's a good tip. A reverse picture search, to see if it's been used elsewhere before, is often a useful guide to the possible reality of the situation. I have a neighbour who has run a series of scam businesses. The last one was a building/landscaping operation, featuring many pictures of 'his work'. I suspect that few really were, one was in Russia, in a small town in the Ural Mountains - a long way home for your tea. A picture of the amazingly neat turf-laying job that he had done on someone's new lawn was actually a picture of artificial grass from an online catalogue.

I was expecting a boil notice. Good to see rapid action, though, layouts can often be made of very combustible materials. In the old days, when we used 'grain of wheat' bulbs, it was not too unusual to find scorch marks above carelessly placed ones.

Reminds me of when I used to do a bit of work for a chap with a plant hire operation - one day a brand new bucket arrived for a Caterpillar. The finish on every square millimetre of it was absolutely immaculate. I don't think I would have been able to face just shoving it into the ground the first time. It would be like taking a brand new Rolls Royce on the Dakar rally.

I loved Kraftwerk from the first second of hearing Autobahn, it wasn't very 'fashionable' at the time, but the true importance has become ever more obvious every year since. I also like La Dusseldorf, if you're partial to this sort of thing. It's a sort of sense of nostalgia for a lost future that we never had, back in the past...

On a cycle ride within my 2km operational radius the other day, on a road I would rarely use in 'normal' times, I encountered two chaps I have known for about 25 years. They were about 200 metres apart. I could still see the first when I met the second. This came as a great revelation to me as, for 25 years, I have believed them to be one person with a very poor recollection of our recent conversations.

Worth waiting for the magazine.

That's no reason not to produce a short run of them. Do you have a timescale yet?

The town I live in on the Big Island got a total of four bombs in WW2, and only one of them went off properly. Everything else was caused by their own 'officialdom' in the comfort of peacetime.

A large proportion of the aluminium saucepans that were also collected were eventually melted down to make aluminium saucepans...

Someone has to keep an eye on her...

Might be this..? If so, then it's a Colm O'Callaghan picture from June 14th, 1996 - https://www.railwaymagazine.co.uk/3745/from-our-archive-master-of-mixed-traffic-forty-years-of-irelands-big-gms/