The Parish News.

First off tonight, some trivial babblings. Okay. Some babblings that are even more trivial than the usual babblings.

I have settled into an eBay routine where everything always finishes on Sunday and I can get that week’s stuff out on Monday and Tuesday, depending on payment speeds. So every Sunday I will be frantically looking for packaging materials because I’ll have forgotten to buy any (for Jiffy bags and bubble wrap, the pound shop is your friend). Therefore, Sunday nights might be quiet. That’s okay, most of you will be desperately trying to sober up for Monday morning anyway.

The eBay thing could last a while. There’s no end to this damn railway! I haven’t cleared the stuff from the sidings yet and have not begun lifting track. Still about 30 coaches and a long, long train of coal trucks and much more that hasn’t even been touched. There’s a box of unused metre-lengths of flexible track too, I wonder what that costs these days?

 

Comments on other blogs: Sometimes I just use the old Blogger account because it’s easier. Trying to use OpenID usually ends up with the whole comment going missing and WordPress telling me I don’t own me. If I haven’t commented on your blog for a long time it’s possible that I have, but have then left and gone for a bit of a swear because the whole damn comment vanished into the aether.

If you see a recent Blogger or Disqus or WordPress comment from me, attached to a picture of a little grey troll, that’s probably not me. (heh. Just had an image of the misshapen dwarf in Twin Peaks saying ‘When you see me again, it won’t be me’. I spent ages learning to talk like that). I set up the ASH-funded Troll’s impersonations to have the troll image. It’s not 100% but most of the time, it’s worked, although it means that older comments from me also have the little grey troll. New ones will not..

The troll in that image is actually one of my garden ornaments. I have excellent taste in garden ornaments. The only gnome in my garden has a Dom Joly mobile phone which rings if you approach. The local cats have had me in tears of laughter some days. It’s amazing how fast they can get up a six-foot fence. Some of them, I’m sure, have gone over without touching it.

 

The fibre-optic I have to hand is data cable, which even in 1/24th is a Jimmy Savile cigar. However, I remembered an appallingly horrible fibre optic lamp that was consigned to the attic within hours of someone giving it to me, and have found where I hid it. The fibres from that will definitely work as roll-ups in 1/24th and will probably be cigars/Superkings in 1/72. I don’t yet have anything thin enough for N gauge but I don’t think I can do it in that scale anyway. This will not stop me trying. For this project, one horrible lamp gives an inexhaustible supply. If you fancy having a go, the charity shops and pound shops will probably sell you one for next to nothing. Paint all but the ends in silver paint to avoid light leakage and either dab both ends with red clear lacquer or use a red LED to light it. Oh, and I have found the 1/24th scale children. And the drills. Plastic urchins, here we go.

 

On that last post on medication: If you are ill and the medication works, that’s a good thing. If any possible side effects are less bad than what you had to start with, that’s a good thing. if you are lucky and don’t get any side effects while having your original ailment cleared up, that is a great thing. Not, unfortunately, a common thing.

What I was objecting to was the idea that those of us who aren’t ill should be taking medication we don’t need and risking side effects that we don’t need to risk, while doing something that cannot even be remotely considered in any way enjoyable. Popping a pill? I won’t even take a Tic-Tac. That’s drugs, man, and drugs are bad, m’kay?

They want us to use chemicals that might give us diabetes or worse, they want us to take them even though there’s no need to take them… and these are the same people who say we shouldn’t be smoking and drinking because there’s no real need for those things and they might have bad effects. When you reach the level of High Priest of Medicine, it is evident that they give you a free frontal lobotomy.

I think that’s all the trivia dealt with. I will now return you to the proper drunken babblings you have come to expect..

 

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