Car Headlights

Switch off those bloody head-lights in town!

https://www.gov.uk/general-rules-all-drivers-riders-103-to-158/lighting-requirements-113-to-116

Driving in and about town you can see can't you?

I mean - it's so bright you can't even see your own headlights can you?  
So WHY ARE YOUR HEADLIGHTS ON IN TOWN BUDDY?

It's all about two things, you see, darlings.

Distractions, and Glare.  
Our strange little country's town roads are just stuffed with road-markings that are either bleedin' obvious, impossible to keep to, unnecessary or mis-leading.  Coloured tarmac, multi-coloured lines, zig-zags, keep left signs, boxes for this, boxes for that, chequered jobbies for whatever - all placed beneath & alongside a truly stunning amount of "street furniture".

. . . . . and they're all lit up from overhead lights.
Goddamn it, it's virtually daylight.

Yet the cars plod & whiz about headlights ablaze, high-intensity lights on, DRLs in jazzy shapes, jeeps with high-set lamps . . . . . DAZZLING.

. . . . . . and one day, some report will come out " a little less light, a little less eye-catching, eye-focusing dazzle, and we'd all SEE that much better on the roads."

Cycling Bournemouth - new blog

http://cyclingbournemouth.wordpress.com

Young Montalbano BBC4 - Sat evenings

What Young Montelbano will never have as a series is the sound of helicopters to represent US aerial power, or thinly backgrounded (?) marshal drumming to represent the US marines, or people shouting "over here" or "jump" as they go Over There, or, indeed . . Jump. The cameras won't dance in some attempt to make it all feel "Now". I think you get the idea.  
Just watch it, after a few minutes you don't even notice you're reading subtitles.

 

Durley Inn, Bournemouth

Full Christmas decorations across Bar fireplace. On 25th September. A record?

GTA5

GTA5 advertised on the side of a yellow bus in Christchurch Road, Lansdowne, Bournemouth yesterday.

We're all DOOMED I tell you!

Get RID of all of them.

It's time to stop now isn't it?

 

No thinking about "which ones have never hurt anyone" - no silly chat about "a person's choice" just get rid of them all.

 

There has never been any legitimate reason AT ALL you could possibly dream-up to continue having such animals walking around in modern society.

 

They are not needed, they do not help anything or anyone, there is no need for them to exist at all in this country. 

Full stop.

 

Rant over.

Oven Sausages - the holy grail

I've done it.
No, I really mean it - I've done it.

With the Pixie away in Bristol I succumbed to that male thing of eating UTTER CRAP - and had decided on oven sausages as part of the feast.

But the GREASE!!!  my god, it was swilling out from the Oven door before I'd realised what was going-on.  Across the floor, out the french doors and into the moonlit yard.

Foxes (and various formerly 'slink-about' creatures) were piled high in the corner on top of each other - unable to move across the gravel as the torrent of STUFF soaked into their paws and rendered them helpless.

It can't go on can it?

Enter the Bang-O-Tray!

The Bang-O-tray

Oh yes . . . . it's all plain sailing now.
This beauty sits inside the oven tray, dish, thingy - with the chips (did I mention the chips?) sat outside of it - and  . . . . .



the chips are TOTALLY UNAFFECTED by any Banger grease ! - amazing.

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