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I have a photograph somewhere of the same company's warning signs about a height restriction on a diversion route. They had drawn the arrows on the sign as a width restriction so all vehicles wider than 14 foot 9 inches were barred from going that way. I took a picture of a lorry and squashed the y axis so it was super wide like a Hummer on a high fat diet and sent that with the photo of the sign to the bloke paying their invoices.

Correct young Bob and even younger Buckster, top of the class. The very expensive traffic engineering experts were all set to put a cycle track and island on one side of a similar arched bridge pushing all vehicles to the right hand side of the road under the part of the arch that doesn't have that clearance. It's funny till you get Railtrack knocking on your door because a bus from the depot 200 yards up the road has damaged their bridge, or from TFL because their double decker has been turned into a convertible.

Consultants charging a fortune for their supposed expertise and then having to fix stuff for them afterwards or jump in and stop stuff happening before we all get tarred with the same brush. A few HGV/Bus drivers on here. What does this sign mean, particularly the white arrows either side of it? Answers on a post card and then I'll tell you what brilliant idea the consultants came up with and was due to be constructed next week.

I get asked by tourists where Petticoat Lane Market is and they get confused when I say no such named street exists but it's in Middlesex and Wentworth Street. They say you can have your watch stolen off your wrist as you enter at one end and by the time you get to the opposite end you can buy it back off a stall. Same goes for bicycles in Brick Lane market.

There's still a few thousand miles in those. You haven't thrown them away have you?

You’ve heard of Christian Dior, I’m the Yiddisher Dior! https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/11/16/george-dickinson-sales-manager-x/

You see, we bloody spoil them.

Proper characters!

That's m'name innit.......Ian. My fellow draftsman is called Et Tu Brute. I don't think he's from round here.

I think he was my last maths lecturer.

Just got sent the draft traffic order notices for my new scheme to proof read. I won't paste the whole thing because it tells you how to object at the bottom. Drawing still a work in progress, but we start building on December 3rd, Gas board are doing something first so I have to wait for them to get out of the way. Using my new drawing frame, I've added shadows this year. I've started work on the area just below now, my dog turd roundabout and location for the burial of my time capsule.

So tarmac had arrived by the 70s then. That must have made motorcycling easier.

Today's article was about a bloke who is a lone pleater. I didn't even know that was a trade! https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/11/09/kyriacos-hadjikyriacou-pleater-x/

I can still recall my shock at hearing Welsh spoken in the flesh rather than on TV at 5am on a Sunday in the 80s. It was two children about 8 or 9 years old running around a ruined castle. It wasn't a pay to get in, manned castle, it was a free for all. I'd been busy trying to get inside a fenced off tower which had no centre and only the stubs of a spiral staircase sticking out of the inner walls. I was halfway up and near a ruined window when I saw them running about and chatting away to each other. There was no one else about so they weren't putting it on for my benefit. Anyway, I found myself at the top of the tower and realised that getting back down was quite daunting with only a wall to lean against. When I emerged a pale shadow of my formerly brave self the kids had long gone. A few years later I was in a chip shop in somewhere (Pembroke Dock??) with a woman in front of me. About 6 or 7 of Wales's finest well built youth stuck their head in the door and shouted something at the woman, possibly in Welsh, their diction wasn't the best. She muttered something back and one of them shouted at her, "Fuck off back to England you Cockney cow!" Right then the shop owner asked me what I wanted and I did my best to have any accent except a London one.

Did you lean on the keyboard when you did the site name????

We had some neighbours come by once who had just been to Carmarthen. They were complaining that they searched everywhere for this great castle they had heard about, but all they found were the council offices. I asked if they might have got the place mixed up with with Caernarfon.

I had a Garmin for Morocco in 2002. It only showed a direction arrow and grid references/distance to next waypoint, no maps. Worked though, each evening I would laboriously take grid references off my Michelin map (read the opposite way round to OS grids) and tap them into the GPS for each leg of the route and hope for the best. Works in a place where you are just following tracks and trying to work out the best way out of a remote village. Wouldn't stand a chance in somewhere like central London with one ways, no entries etc.

Saw this on another forum. I keeps seeing references to bikes in vans here, if you're gonna carry the bike somewhere, do it like a big boy!

Doris is dead, taken so young. Not sure if I've put the link about this lady up before, but it seems she has recently passed away. Motorcycling connection with this one, when BMW riders really were dangerous and armed as well between 1939 and 1945. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/11/08/so-long-doris-halsall/

Just count yourself lucky it's electronically sent to you, you moaning sod. Not that long ago you would have had to get a plane to the UK and queue up in the Post Office with all the other old gits. I remember working out that Tuesdays and Thursdays was pension day in St Clears by the numbers of old twats performing unbelievable car stunts at 10mph and trying to kill or inconvenience me in their search for a big enough parking space near the post office/bank. They all had nearly new small Fords, travelled in married pairs and I suspect were retired English folk rather than local born.

Not bike related but AutoCAD, I never thought I'd prefer it to my drawing board, blue pencil, Rotring ink pen, scalpel, set squares, chalk powder, swishy brush, stencils, compasses, french curves, trammels, scale rules, Letraset, masking tape, magic tape and all the other stuff needed, but it's definitely a labour saver.....until you get a power cut or the server has a turn of course. I must scan my joke Polo Mint Prototype drawing I made and post it up (with notes such as "one in 10,000 mints to be sucked to destruction for testing purposes")

This is the almost same place as the youtube clip I posted of those nutters riding the Broomway last week, it certainly isn't golden sand, more a sort of sludge.

I enjoyed it, tasted like cod to me and I did eat the 'narna' to show willing in front of my young son. I looked it up to see how to spell Scabbard for my last post. I already knew it looked awful in the flesh after seeing one in the fish market in Funchal, looks only a mother could love and a face for radio etc. The health risks were new to me. Toxic metals is pretty standard for most fish these days, it's the parasites that are only removable by surgery if eaten undercooked is the one that frightened me. Despite having huge market value and a strong hold in the typical Southern European diet, several health risks are associated with consumption of the black scabbardish due to the presence of several toxic metals found within the fish, including lead, mercury, and cadmium. Even in very small quantities, these metals can be deadly to humans if consumed. However, according to standards set by the World Health Organization and the Food and Agricultural Organization, as long as the liver is not consumed, no real health risks exist in consuming the black scabbardish in moderation. The levels of toxic metals found in the fish were: Liver: between 2.37 mg/kg and 4.5 mg/kg of mercury found Skin: between 0.36 mg/kg and 0.59 mg/kg of mercury found 0.11 mg/kg of cadmium found Muscle: 0.9 mg/kg mercury found, 0.09 mg/kg maximum cadmium levels found In every sample, the lead found was less than 0.10 mg/kg.[15] Black scabbardfish are known hosts to Anisakis. Eating raw or undercooked black scabbardfish could result in a parasitic infection known as anisakiasis, and the only way this condition can be treated is by removal of the nematodes through endoscopy, or surgery.

I went to The Globe Theatre on the south bank in London and watched Taming of the Shrew. It was much easier to follow what was going on watching it rather than reading it, I hated the stuff at school. This actually made me laugh, even when I hadn't a clue what they were talking about at times. I quite fancied the Shrew, she later turned up on TV as Marcus's mother in Plebs and playing a middle aged Barbara Windsor. The best bit about The Globe is even though I had paid the extra and got a seat, I was able to wander down and stand in front of the stage in the poor peoples' area any time I fancied. This was how I missed the knob joke in the wedding scene as it happened whilst I was walking behind some pillars and I couldn't work out what everyone was pointing at. Oh and if it rains you get wet! They work jet aircraft into the dialogue if necessary.

My ex Father in Law in Pwll Trap/St Clears must be knocking 80 plus and is still plumbing and building a few days a week for work, plus whatever he does at home. I should point out that he is of sound English stock (well almost, he's a Brummie), he's showing the locals how to do it. Allan The Gas as he's known locally is unstoppable.