The lad has done well, when can I pop downI've only just stumbled across this thread, what a great idea. Here is my lad converting my VX220 turbo into a supercharged VX220. It made 1002 BHP incidentally.
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The lad has done well, when can I pop downI've only just stumbled across this thread, what a great idea. Here is my lad converting my VX220 turbo into a supercharged VX220. It made 1002 BHP incidentally.
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Come any time, just bring plenty of cardboard and a plastic plateThe lad has done well, when can I pop down
I've only just stumbled across this thread, what a great idea. Here is my lad converting my VX220 turbo into a supercharged VX220. It made 1002 BHP incidentally.
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He looks a real sweetie AlanView attachment 80764 Selected our new working cocker puppy yesterday Albert (Bertie for short) Just on 500 miles round trip but well worth it. We pick him up on 21st June. Maxine can't wait.
That's Rosie and Jim versus the Fat Controller innit?
I was just glancing back through this ans came across your cat's picture. She's such a beautiful cat with such an intelligent expression. You should get it framed............................Frankie
Thanks Frankie, yes she is intelligent and really laid back. She is a Russian Blue and was rescued from a delivery truck engine bay which was making a delivery to my workplace. She now comes to work with me everyday in the Zed and is now an employee of my business with a salary and pension scheme.I was just glancing back through this ans came across your cat's picture. She's such a beautiful cat with such an intelligent expression. You should get it framed............................Frankie
I once briefly owned a Russian Blue. What great cats!!! It belonged to my brother's business partner who lived with my brother. They lived in northeast Philly in a residential area that had large beautiful houses with large gardens. They lived there for several years and owned this Russian Blue while living there. They ended up selling that house and buying a beautiful house on Pine Street in center city Philly. The house had a large courtyard but they were afraid that the cat might wander out into the streets where there was constant traffic and get hit as it wasn't used to all the cars. They asked me to take the cat which I did. I was living in Pleasantville, New Jersey with a house that had a large yard and woods behind the house. She took a few weeks to get use to me and the surroundings and get over missing her previous owners. But soon she felt at home with me and my gentle dog. One thing about her is that she never left my side while at home. At one particular time I decided to replace my roof which was asphalt shingles. Over these wood roofs, we use tar paper and then shingles. While working on the roof, I would always see her on the ground below me looking up at me and meowing at me because she wasn't with me. When applying the shingles, the first row is at the edge of the roof and you work your way up towards the peak (it was a 3 bedroom rancher on one floor). When you reach the peak of the room from both sides, you must cap the peak. We do this by taking a shingle, which is divided into 3 tabs, and cutting each tab off the shingle and using it to cap the peak. I had started doing this at one end of the roof and when I was several feet away from my start point I got a surprise. I was straddling the peak facing away from my start point. I had cut several shingles up into separate tabs and they were behind me. I was facing the end of the roof peak that needed shingles. My legs were on either side of the peak. The pile of roof shingle tabs was placed behind me and I would reach behind me to grab a tab, then place it in front of me and nail it down. As I reached behind me to grab a shingle tab, I instead grabbed a handful of fur. The cat just had to find a way to be with me and figured out how to climb up the ladder to get to the roof. So here she was, sitting behind me, content that she was with me. She made one mistake though. At one point, she sat on a shingle on one side of the slope of the roof. Because of her weight and movement, as she sat on the shingle, it began to slide down the roof. She dug her claws into the shingle thinking that it would stop her but the shingle itself was moving, so down she went, claws buried into the moving shingle, sliding down the slope of the roof and screeming all the way down and over the edge. Her screech seemed to have a slight doppler effect as she went down the roof and over the side. Fortunately, there was a high hedge a few short feet from the edge of the roof where she landed seemingly no worse off for the trip as she was soon back up the ladder next to me.Thanks Frankie, yes she is intelligent and really laid back. She is a Russian Blue and was rescued from a delivery truck engine bay which was making a delivery to my workplace. She now comes to work with me everyday in the Zed and is now an employee of my business with a salary and pension scheme.
Hi Frankie,I once briefly owned a Russian Blue. What great cats!!! It belonged to my brother's business partner who lived with my brother. They lived in northeast Philly in a residential area that had large beautiful houses with large gardens. They lived there for several years and owned this Russian Blue while living there. They ended up selling that house and buying a beautiful house on Pine Street in center city Philly. The house had a large courtyard but they were afraid that the cat might wander out into the streets where there was constant traffic and get hit as it wasn't used to all the cars. They asked me to take the cat which I did. I was living in Pleasantville, New Jersey with a house that had a large yard and woods behind the house. She took a few weeks to get use to me and the surroundings and get over missing her previous owners. But soon she felt at home with me and my gentle dog. One thing about her is that she never left my side while at home. At one particular time I decided to replace my roof which was asphalt shingles. Over these wood roofs, we use tar paper and then shingles. While working on the roof, I would always see her on the ground below me looking up at me and meowing at me because she wasn't with me. When applying the shingles, the first row is at the edge of the roof and you work your way up towards the peak (it was a 3 bedroom rancher on one floor). When you reach the peak of the room from both sides, you must cap the peak. We do this by taking a shingle, which is divided into 3 tabs, and cutting each tab off the shingle and using it to cap the peak. I had started doing this at one end of the roof and when I was several feet away from my start point I got a surprise. I was straddling the peak facing away from my start point. I had cut several shingles up into separate tabs and they were behind me. I was facing the end of the roof peak that needed shingles. My legs were on either side of the peak. The pile of roof shingle tabs was placed behind me and I would reach behind me to grab a tab, then place it in front of me and nail it down. As I reached behind me to grab a shingle tab, I instead grabbed a handful of fur. The cat just had to find a way to be with me and figured out how to climb up the ladder to get to the roof. So here she was, sitting behind me, content that she was with me. She made one mistake though. At one point, she sat on a shingle on one side of the slope of the roof. Because of her weight and movement, as she sat on the shingle, it began to slide down the roof. She dug her claws into the shingle thinking that it would stop her but the shingle itself was moving, so down she went, claws buried into the moving shingle, sliding down the slope of the roof and screeming all the way down and over the edge. Her screech seemed to have a slight doppler effect as she went down the roof and over the side. Fortunately, there was a high hedge a few short feet from the edge of the roof where she landed seemingly no worse off for the trip as she was soon back up the ladder next to me.
After about 2 years, my brother and his friend felt that they missed the cat so much that they asked for her back. At the time that I received the cat, I had told them that if they ever wanted her back, I would give her to them as they loved her so much and only gave her to me out of concern for her safety and life. They felt that the cat would be ok in that setting and as it turned out, they were right.
Several years later, my brother's friend had informed me that the cat had become sick and was very old and that they had to have her put to sleep. My brother's friend explained to me how he had to help to hold her paw as the doctor injected her with the substance that would end her life. He had felt very bad about doing this as he was killing something that he loved. I found myself crying as I read the letter. I feel sorry for the people that never have the experience of caring for and loving an animal..................Frankie..........
If you can get a Z into the mouth of Aberaeron harbour then I, for one, will take my hat off to you. However, here's a picture that does have a Z in it. And the sharp-eyed amongst you may spot the James Bond related bit in the background. Can't remember which film it was (they all look the same to me) but at some point Bond and the latest in a long line of squealy girlies were on a trolley in a pipe-line (not a clue why, but that's Bond for you) with a bomb following them on another trolley, the camera goes to an outside, probably helicopter shot, and there's the pipeline that runs off Snowdon masquerading as a pipeline in Madeupistan. Took me by surprise, but that's showbiz, folks.Wow, amazing photos... but surely as mine has a zed in shot it still trumps them?
Love the name. How did she come by it?...................FrankieHi Frankie,
What a great story! I know what you mean about loving your animals, I am dreading the View attachment 81978 View attachment 81979 day I have to say goodbye to Dippy!
Like yours, she just has to be wherever I am and is always close by. I have had to spend time in hospital and when I get home she is always so pleased to see me. She seems to know that I am unwell and she is like a little furry nurse always fussing over me!