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Huzzah!!! Pretty and perfectly proportioned! How are you getting on with track laying? When's the "driving of the last spike" and the first circulation going to take place?

But if its on a ruler with inches, its not SI! Anyhow, in the common world, that is outside the laboratory and precision engineering workshop, people use centimetres (meter/metre? my brain isn't with it this morning) so they don't have to deal with 1875mm when 1 metre, 87.5 centimetres works just as well. I think it has been proven that the longer a string of numbers gets, the less easily remembered it is... (I'll just put that in to show I'm not getting at anybody) Now wheres that second mug of coffee...

Oh no, not again... A bowl of petunias.

You have to know the right alternative handshake to get in.

And thats the crux of the matter. "Modern" business methodology is to shed their more experienced (older, more expensive) staff and get in "highly qualified", inexperienced youngsters to replace them (cheaper). The HR wizards who think up these wheezes get bonuses for cutting costs in business areas which are not directly profit-earning and then leave themselves just before the business goes pearshaped. Meanwhile, the new intake are busy applying lateral thinking and implementing approaches that were tried years ago and found wanting by the old fogies who were "let go", "rationalised", "downsized" and so forth. So it goes....

I'd say "quaint", and its probably a solution to a particular problem. Unlike the almost "factory" appearance of the previous example, it may have been an onsite concoction. In terms of power classification, I'd suggest a -3F?

I suppose we must, I am horrified by the lack of width of some A class roads when on holiday! For example, a stretch of an A road here is hobbled by having the centre marked off with metre wide hatching. Its a National Speed Limit stretch too, yet the blessed cyclists still insist on riding in the centre of the carriageway, despite the provision of a segregated cycle path to one side. Otherwise, the main roads are wide enough to give cyclists sufficient room without going more than half way over a single line. The current poor driving by some is probably down to timidity, a lack of driving practice, and an inability to appreciate the width of their own vehicle.

Seems pretty smooth at present. No delays when posting content, I'll just try a picture too. Copied over, and posted without any hesitations. (Just put the bit-bucket under the left-hand corner if you would be so kind...)

A Manatee that flies up to a Tesla transmission tower and breaks wind? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_Tesla

At least that is mainly semi-digested grass. Our cat preferred shoes... Like West Ham, Hilda will bob to the surface and survive.

Why does the person in the hoodie have a windsock on a pole?

When one of the timid drivers gets behind a bicycle and won't pass until they can see the opposite carriageway is clear so they can move over the white line completely. If they can't then the queue behind them builds and builds... Then there are the ones who come to a complete halt on the main road to let someone out of a side street. Or stop at a roundabout even when there's no-one else on it. Or....

Moderately unuseful!

A new sign! Not a groan or whatever, but a spot of applause. Perhaps we might get some more useful responses?

The Crimean war was fought on the basis of the Napoleonic war. Battlefield technology was beginning to shift, but tactics were still firmly wedded to 40 years previously. We should be thankful that machine guns weren't around then; The Infamous Charge would have been even bloodier. Britain could afford to throw its weight about on the battlefield against the Russians back then. We're not in that position nowadays, the best we can do is speak sharply and hope that we can hold the hackers off.

But back then Leonis Britannica would have given Ursus Muscovidia a punch on the snoot, solving the problem. Things don't work that way nowadays.

It doesn't matter what sort of decision was made, the important fact is that a decision WAS made! Unfortunately.

Ick. I should imagine the puddle buzzed a bit as it spread its sticky self all over the place...

Hurrah!!!! It was the Bit Bucket, wasn't it....

Did you pinch that off the desk in The Oval Office?

The key to effective decision making: But who gives a toss?

Rinso! To be fair, reality at the time was pretty dire. Home front or on active service the chances of violent death were pretty much enhanced, and if not the diet was pretty awful* and for a city dweller, you were likely to be living in uncomfortable, bomb-damaged accommodation. Into the 50s there was terrible weather, rationing and continued poor housing. It would have been depressing enough to make you laugh at anything. I'm with you on the unfunniness of it all, you just have to trawl through the "catch phrases" of the era... * http://www.recipespastandpresent.org.uk/wartime/snoek-snook/

Put it on the list along with the "Groan" button... And how about a "Don't try this at home" button?

Merely a purveyor of metropolitan nuroses, NfN and all that... Anyhow, I'm convinced that most outsiders conflate Norfolk and the Fens.

I've been looking at Purple Bob's range too. Of course, the station building is a tad too large for any of my schemes, though I may one day get it as a background for a little diorama for my 50's O gauge Hornby trainset. However, I'm dithering about getting one of the low relief buildings to see how they go, the "Undertakers" has a strange attraction and might fit into the background at Midsomer Brevis. Or perhaps the Edwardian Public Convenience?