discussion How can this happen?!

[grumpa]

Ron, I love you like a brother.....but..... did you ever consider that since where you found it, there might be other...ahh...things.... happening here.
Don't worry my friend, for you are not alone, I "lost" a very small but of course elemental little bracket of some sort a while back.
After launching into a tirade the Missus came in and said "what the heck is the matter?".
After relating the cause of my displeasure and showing her the part in the instruction sheet, I retired to the den for a bit
of " spiritual comfort" in the form of a rather potent bloody Mary.

After less than a minute she came to me and said "I found it" to which I said "where in Hell did you find it, I've searched every damn inch of the place
for at least 20 minutes?'
Her answer? "right here on this thingy with some other parts" meaning the sprue tree of course!

 

[grumpa]

So you lot think that was funny, now let me tell you my tale of woe....
It was one of those hot sticky summer nights in my younger experimental days when examining all things that people only whisper about to do with you know what I mean. I was sitting in the living room with the patio doors wide open, there was a fan behind me that was just moving the hot sultry air around the room at a slow sleepy pace. I was sitting in the leather armchair trying to find a comfortable position in my now old baggy 'Y' fronts when I decided to get out my new toy. And there it was in all its glory, the deluxe edition complete with its own helium gas bottle, I rushed to inflate my possesion and connected the lead to hold onto it while reading the instruction manual. And it stated that if you run out of lubricant you can use cooking oil, an as I had not ordered the scented lubricant, it was dip a cup into the chip fryer and start lubricating, after about ten minuted the job was done, and I went off to wash my hands but disaster... upon returning I was just in time to see the last of the lead slowly being pulled over the balcony rail, I rushed to the balcony only to see my deluxe edition slowly drifting down the strrt with the lead just touching the road. I rushed out the door, down three flights of stairs, out the front door and gave chase. After about ten paces I realized that I was standing in the middle of the road in just my old baggy 'Y' fronts, shock took hold and I retreated in embarrasment back to my flat and hid in disgrace.
Now if you see a wrinkled old granny hanging from a lamp post by a dog collar and lead can you return it/her, the address in on the bottom of its/her foot.....

Gosh, Mike I don't quite know how to react to a story like that one!
Either your very courageous, or totally mad!
Jim

 

[Guest]

Gosh, Mike I don't quite know how to react to a story like that one!
Either your very courageous, or totally mad!
Jim

I'll take madness anytime....

 

[Guest]

570 Have you located the part, people are sitting on the edge of their seats.

 

[spanner570]

570 Have you located the part, people are sitting on the edge of their seats.

For heavens sake 453. Please buck up!.... :rolling:

Page two, near the bottom. Sometimes I despair of my fellow man (Joiner)

 

[Guest]

For heavens sake 453. Please buck up!.... :rolling:

Page two, near the bottom. Sometimes I despair of my fellow man (Joiner)

Sorry 570, I have enough trouble reading new posts with out going backwards. :upside:
In future I will pay more attention to your enlightening posts.
Yours.
Sherlock .

 

[Guest]

Sorry 570, I have enough trouble reading new posts with out going backwards. :upside:
In future I will pay more attention to your enlightening posts.
Yours.
Sherlock .

Not to worry John, we will type them slowly for you.