daft bugger
It was referring to spelling and you don’t say or write “one hundred one”. The number is “one hundred and one” and it contains an “a”.
QED
Doctor Barbara Moore
Doctor Barbara Moore 1903 - 1977 a Russian born British Engineer who in 1932 became the Soviet Union long distance motorcycling champion and came to live in Britain in 1939. She was a renowned long distance walker and in 1959 walked from Edinburgh to London and in 1960 walked from John O’Groats to Lands End, almost 900 miles in 23 days. As a ten year old boy she caught my imagination and perhaps was the reason for my interest in long distance endurance events. She was a vegetarian and believed people could live to be 200 years old by abstaining from smoking, drinking and sex…She once walked 3387 miles from San Francisco to New York on just nuts, honey, raw fruit and Vegetable juice.
After a long and expensive legal battle over a sewer and access roads to a housing estate, she contested the courts findings and she was found guilty of contempt of court and jailed.
She died in a London hospital bankrupt and starving when she refused to eat…
The fastest time for a woman to run from Lands end to John oGroats is held by Carla Molinaro in 12 days in 2020
And the record for the fastest man is held by Andi Rivett who completed the run in 9 days…
I remember her quite fondly
It was a big thing on the local news and I used to follow her progress each night Bruce.
I don’t know when it changed, but 40 - 50 years ago, an individual could not adopt in the UK, only couples. There may however have been exceptions say, for example, where a parent died and a step-parent was permitted to adopt.
As a result, when my uncle remarried and wanted to adopt his new wife’s two daughters, he wasn’t allowed to do so. Instead, my new aunt was put in the incongruous position of having to adopt the two girls to whom she had given birth so she and my uncle could adopt as a couple.
There’s a paradox somewhere in there. It wasn’t possible for a single person to adopt but ok for a natural mother to adopt her own natural child?
As Dickens once wrote, “The law is a ass, a idiot.”
During construction of the Clifton Suspension Bridge, designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, wire cables were strung across the Avon Gorge for workers to cross, and to support the chain sections as they were being installed.
The bridge took over thirty years to build, with delays caused by the Bristol Riots, lack of funds, and Brunel’s death.
At some point, the traverse cage mechanism jammed mid-way. Eventually, Brunel decided to cross the cables without any safety gear, and eventually managed to free the cage.
As a result, he was given the nickname, “the reckless engineer.”
A few years ago it was discovered that the bridge support on the Somerset side was hollow, and made from a series of arched vaults, complete with stalactites.
Occasionally, guided tours of these vaults are organised.
Those towers look so similar to the four towers on the Sydney Harbour Bridge the big difference is that those on the Sydney Harbour Bridge serve no practical purpose whatsoever. The entire weight of the bridge is supported by a “hinge” at the base of the lower arch the hinge allows the bridge to expand and contract according to the temperature. I believe its height increases by something like 450mm on a hot day
As you can see there is no connection from the pylon to the arch.
I rather belatedly found a picture of the Sydney Harbour Bridge hinge, the entire weight of the structure is supported by this (at each end)
(Not my photo)
You can just see the wall of the pylon on the top left.
I couldn’t work out what you meant from your first post/piccy about the bridge, but the second one makes much more sense.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge load is taken mostly on two hinge/pivot points, in the same way that a suspension bridge total load is mostly split across two fulcrum points where the chains or cables pass over the top of each support.
I say mostly, because a small part of the bridge deck is supported by the land at each end.
Speaking of Oz, I am reminded of a geography lesson that I had around 1968, where the subject under discussion was the vast distances produce amongst other things was transported across the country, mostly by road.
'Twas there that I first heard about the Australian Hashmagandy Stew. We we shown a Government Information Film following an Ozzy lorry (truck) crew as they drove food across the Outback.
How we laughed when the lorry got a flat, and the spare wheel rolled down a hill and had to be pushed with much effort back up to the dirt road.
How we laughed when the wheel with the flat did the same and had to be pushed back up the hill again.
Come evening, the crew stopped by pulling to one side of the road, which was ill-defined and probably 20m wide at that point. Gradually, other lorries stopped including Road Trains. These things are vast and usually consist of a rigid lorry unit and two trailers.
Someone started a fire using brushwood, and produced a huge cooking pot. The conversion then centred on what each crew was hauling.
“We’ve got a load of tinned corned beef.”
“We’ve got Ardmona cling-peaches.”
“We’ve got meatballs.”
“We’ve got baked beans.”
“We’ve got fruit cocktail”
“We’ve got potatoes.”
… and into the pot it went.
Some years later, I was reminded of this when a fellow apprentice mentioned seeing the same film.
I made it using the ingredients I remembered for some friends on a camping trip. They thought it was hilarious as well as tasty yet nutritious.
A few years after that, I made it for my lovely cousins.
The fifteen-year-old was indifferent. The seventeen-year-old told me in no uncertain terms that I was never to cook such a dish for her again.
Years later, I made the same dish again for My Lovely Cousin and our kids, again using the ingredients I remembered from the film. The boys thought it was hilarious, but again, my Lovely Cousin was indifferent. I have never made the dish since.
The important thing to note that the general definition of a Hashmagandy is that it is made from whatever ingredients available to hand to sustain life.
In other words, it it was edible, it goes into the stew-pot.
In Sweden, a hospital asked a nurse to change his name. He agreed, and instead asked to be referred only by his middle name, Manuel. Why?
Because his first name was Jesus. The hospital did not want patients freaking out when told, Jesus will see you soon, or Jesus is coming for you today at 3pm, or Jesus is going to take your blood or …
A secretary was originally, ( and possibly still is), a keeper of secrets.
In 1926, a pilot called Art Goebel, who was one of Hollywood’s top stunt fliers, was in the middle of a performance when one of the wheels fell off his 'plane. This prevented him from being able to land. (No sh*t Sherlock)!
A daredevil wing-walker called Gladys Ingle strapped a spare wheel to her back and went into the air, standing on the wing of a fellow stunt pilot’s 'plane, flown by another stunt pilot called Bon MacDougall. The event was recorded on film and shows how Gladys moved along the wings of MacDougall’s plane and, once Goebel gets close enough, transfers to his plane.
She then climbed down to the undercarriage and fitted the new wheel, allowing Goebel to land safely with his unplanned passenger.
The following year, the use of parachutes was made compulsory.
The term “daredevil” is certainly the right description.
A life well-lived.
That’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen. It certainly earns it’s place in history and in the ‘Interesting Facts’ thread on the forum. I can’t believe the bravery of that woman…
It is snowing by here on the Somerset Riviera.
Marigolds (the flowers, not the rubber gloves) are sometimes grown in order to sell to chicken farms.
Yellow marigolds cause the meat to turn yellowish.
Orange marigolds cause egg-yokes to become darker/have an orange colour.
I am quite sure this is purely for health reasons and in no way to make people think a chicken has been fed on corn, or that eggs are a better quality than others available.