Saul

Alright then the fat fucker in the red check shirt

Singing on Fowey town quay yesterday. Yes I am the noisy bald bloke

Stunning I had a RD400D back in the day. Very cool bike.

Yeah I am a big fan of Disturbed. His rendition of the Sound of Silence is epic.

It alright don't call social services I am ok Just a bit busy at the moment, but have been lurking when I have the chance. Have been following the drama on here.

If I am boring you do tell, but I have just remembered another entertaining incident. Working with another Advanced Paramedic we were tasked to go and change a female catheter at a well known local care home that dealt with people with dementia, normally the more severe end of the spectrum. Quite sad really I can't imagine it is a very pleasant place to work. This Paramedic is my age, very experienced and a Cornish Biker so we get on like a house on fire. Just as an aside nobody in the service really likes dealing with female catheters, apparently finding the urethra can be tricky, or so I have been told. But the District Nurses don't run overnight in Cornwall so the buck stops with the 111 service. Anyway we arrive at the care home that is built like a big U with the car park in the middle of it. I am pretty chipper as I know there won't be a need for me to chaperone as the care staff will fulfill that role. It is summer so the windows are open which is a bit disturbing, as at times the poor people are crying, shouting, wailing and sometimes screaming, also it sounds like it is coming from all around you because of the way the building is, like a I said it is a pretty sad place really. Anyway my clinician goes to the door is greeted by a member of staff and goes in. Because the windows are open I can hear him chatting to the carer as they walk along the corridor which runs parallel to the carpark. I also hear him enter the patient's room with the carer and him talk to the patient, introducing himself and explaining what he was going to do to help stop her pain. Apparently a blocked catheter can be very painful. I hear rustling, obviously opening the catheter pack , and some more chat, next I hear this massive shouted Whoop!. It made me jump so much that I nearly fell over as I was outside leaning against the car, it was that loud and blood curdling. The clinician came out quite red faced and I said to I imagine they all don't go like that, his response was: "No that was a first for me". We spent the rest of the shift giggling about it, which doesn't paint me in a good light but I found it very funny.

Probably worse , Cornish Italian at best

This chap again, he was pensioned out of the marines with an injury so still in his 30's. Very gung ho and daft if there was a chance of adrenaline. We came across an Audi A3 on fire on an A30 slip road. I stopped 100 metres or so back ,set the beacons going (flashing lights) and called 999. Then I looked out the car window and action man was sprinting down the road and pulled open the Audi drivers door only to be engulfed by a cloud of flame as soon as the oxygen got in. I started thinking fuck fuck fuck and ran down to find him about 20 feet back on his back, no fringe, no eyebrows, with most of his beard gone but ok if a little singed. Absolute fucking idiot, I said to him after, what did he think he was doing the car was well ablaze with no sign of anyone inside and if they were they would have been long gone given the amount of smoke and fumes inside it. It was a nicked car that had been torched, as the police hinted at when they arrived. I suppose it was a very brave thing to do but he was very lucky. Of course I only gave control a very sanitised version of events and took him back to our base to sort himself out. I do miss working with him, interesting fella.

Ok I will give it a go. One of the advanced Paramedics I worked with was an ex marine who had seen his fair share of life and death, but great chap. I had to take him to change a blocked catheter for a bariatric patient in a local holiday camp which was housing allsorts of troubled people during the covid lockdown. In between calling our service and us arriving she had drunk half a bottle of whiskey, had happy fun times with one of the more troubled men living on site and shat herself. He had to go in and sort that and I had to chaperone. We were both ashen faced after that one.

Ewe that is nasty. I have a couple of tails to tell from driving out of hours clinicians around but nothing in that league. Saw a couple of things I would have rather not acting as a chaperone. I work as a GSA now which is sort of s cross between a Hospital Porter and Cleaner. I can vouch for the invisibility cloak unless somebody wants something.

Obviously not, but it was a good set nonetheless. I am quite partial to a Matt Monro song, On days Like These, is one of my Solos.

Bit late but had a really good weekend just gone. Took the Mrs to this guy on Friday night. I have never listened to much Jazz before, I always found the Bipity Boppity scatt stuff a bit annoying but I was really surprised and properly enjoyed the concert. I do know the guy as he is the Musical Director of my main choir. I knew he was good but fuck me he was brilliant, especially a Matt Monro triplet he did. He is looking to start a Jazz Club at the St Austell Arts Centre, can't wait till next month I am taking my eldest daughter as she likes a bit of Jamie Cullen and Micheal Buble. Discovered there is such a thing as Jazz Wankers, several of them in the audience, I am eager to learn more about the music but don't know if I want to learn much more about them though. Saturday night I was down at Sticker for a Shout (Sing) at the Hewas Inn. Bit of a dive but saw some people I know and had a good night but managed to pick up a dose of D&V from some beastly bugger, hence time to post rubbish on here in between being able to shit through the eye on a needle into a spider's eye. Yeah I know to much information.

I am a bit like that with Blue Bloods at the moment, like the Waltons in Blue suits but it has got me hooked. Only another 9 series to go Also watching Star Trek Strange New Worlds. Really like it, simple wash over entertainment one story per episode like the Original Series.

Me to but motech boxes are rather spendy. The box to go with my panniers is approaching £400.

I think the F was built down to a price where practically everything was an extra. The X has quite a bit more standard kit.

All true, but at least I can just take it off easily when not commuting, only have to press the button.

There aren't any on the CB500F mate. I went for the Givi as it is big enough to hold my lid so I haven't got to cart it around at choir or work.

Practicality wins. I resisted for months but I just need the utility of a box.

Combination of things really, Radio, Podcasts, music and choir teach tracks. Gives me plenty of practice time riding to and fro from work.

Well I have been using the C3 for commuting and it is a joy of quiet, can quite happily sit at 70 with very little wind noise. Faster and obviously it gets a little more raucous. Anyway quiet is good but I have gotten used to listening to stuff on my phone through the Bluetooth on my Viper lid. The Viper is comfy but noisy. So to the point I wanted some Bluetooth connectivity for my Schuberth. You can buy a Senna coms kit but it is a bit spendy and I don’t really care about coms as such. So I thought about using a Bluetooth kit I bought last year to use with my RE lid, but it didn’t fit. To my surprise it fitted in the Schuberth perfectly. Is Bluetooth 5.0 so works seamlessly with my phone, also I can’t feel the speakers so all is good. Some testing to do but I am pretty chuffed with what are in effect Bluetooth speakers in my lid for £30. They will control the phone to make calls and stuff but I doubt I will use that. They came from Amazon if you want to experiment with the same chinky tat.

I don't want to say to much, but he has some mental health issues due to his past before he came to us. It's not new but he is going through a bad patch and needs quite. a lot of support.

I am, but having a few issues with my 19 year old son at the moment, who has problems, hard enough getting out of the house for work and choir, going away not an option in the short term.