Thursday, 31 March 2011

Idiots!


Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to hide the bodies!
Today has brought yet another day where I have had to deal with morons from another planet.
I need an eye test and some new glasses so thought I would book one. Along I go to my chosen eye tester's website to get the telephone number. Right got that but wait........ what is this? money off voucher. Print me for an eye test at £5.00 and 20% off the price of glasses. So pressed the button and the vouchers were e-mailed to me to print. Great I thought.
Well, see what thought did, I phone said eye tester people who I will from now on call testes (childish yes, do I care ? no) and asked to book an appointment. I mentioned the voucher, I was told that the first available appointment was tomorrow, 01/04/11. I look at the voucher and explain that the date on the voucher expiry is today and ask if that matters.
Well holy fuck! you'd have thought id just asked if it was ok for me to have sex with his wife and daughter at the same time without saying please.
"You can't use a voucher that is past it's expiry date"
"Then give me an appointment before it expires"
"im afraid we don't have any available"
"then honour the voucher"
"sorry sir if the voucher has expired we cannot honour it"
"can I print another voucher for tomorrow?"
"No sir, one voucher per customer"
" how would you know "
"we have the e-mail address it was sent to and you are now booked in on our system"
Bastards.
I swear to god One day............ One day...........
Thats another card marked for testes. He can join the git from Tesco's.

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

rain, rabbits and dried fruit!

Afternoon world, I would say good afternoon but at this exact moment in time I fail to see what is good about it. It’s pissing it down with rain and is forecast to continue pissing it down with rain with outbreaks of further rain and torrential showers.
I am mostly pissed off with this because I have said that I will go back onto the moor to try and find the crash site of the flying fortress this week and Bleaklow moor is one of the most inhospitable places in England.
I am further annoyed by my ever increasing waist size after giving up the cigs, I would call them fags but some smartarse will make reference to gay people.
I am currently sat typing this whilst an open bag of dried fruit stares at me trying to look tempting, Raisins, dried apricots and fruit juice infused dried cranberries. They sound so exotic, Im going to try some.......
They are bloody horrible. Why is it that food that is supposed to be good for you tastes so terrible.
I called in on Karen and Kevin earlier for coffee, I managed to miss my mouth and pour it all over my white shirt so now I look like a senile old gimmer that belongs in a home and needs a bib when eating to catch any food that I dribble.
Got work at the hospital later till midnight, shouldn’t be too bad as Doc savage will bring fruit gums and other assorted sweet things and a bottle of vino for me for doing the pics of his kids.
I was looking at a profile for someone the other day and they had put down under interests “facebook” now whilst I have a facebook account I wouldn’t really put it down as an interest.
This dried fruit stuff is bloody disgusting. Im going to go and find a kebab place that opens early!, so here is a picture of a rabbit with a pancake on it’s head.
 and here is one of those demotivational poster things that caught my attention.

Monday, 28 March 2011

Yomping, air crashes and lizards!

Today for whatever reason I decided was the day I would go in search of the wreckage of a flying fortress which crashed near bleaklow on the moors between Sheffield and Glossop.
I'm an idiot!
I did a little research as to the best route to take and it was decided by the majority of people that it is a good 3 hour yomp across boggy peat and moorland. The best way to get to it according to my research is from Glossop.
I looked at google earth and decided everybody else was wrong, what were they thinking, all you have to do is park up at the summit of the A57 and walk along the the pennine way for a couple of miles then hang a left. It's at this point my inner voice was telling me not to be an idiot, there is a reason everybody else goes the other way. I was not going to listen to me, nobody else does so why the hell should I. So with heavy camera bag in hand off I set to the summit of the A57.
When I reached the summit to my surprise there was a helicopter parked on the grass. I'm sure there are signs up there that say don't park on the verges or something along those lines but this was a helicopter. Looking around there were packages of heather bundled into big  bright white bags that were deposited all over the moor.
Right then, off I yomp! The great outdoors! after about the first hundred yards I was beginning to think what was so bloody great about it. I lost my phone signal so google earth wouldn't work so id have to guess when to turn left. bugger! this part of the world is not the friendliest, even on a pleasant day it is a rock strewn peat bog with a bit of heather. Some of the views were nice though despite the big white bags all over the place.
After a mile or so and well out of sight of the car by now I came across a pile of stones in the middle of the path, now I was really exploring, a big pile of stones and one of them had an arrow on it. I felt like that Edmund Hillary chap. Bagsta the explorer, Indiana Bagsta and the pile of stones. Not quite got the same ring as a Hollywood block buster movie but I guess the book is always better than the film. So they say anyway. There THEY are again. Just who the hell are they and why do they keep appearing on my blog?


I Followed the pennine way for about another mile, up hill downhill across rivers (well a small stream) and even met other idiots who were out walking in this desolate place.
Ramblers, now they are a weird bunch. three times I passed ramblers, every time I exchanged a polite hello they would ask in a very excited voice if id seen any hares. The same bloody question. by the third time the only answer I could come up with was only the ones on the back of my hands which was about as welcome a comment to these people as if id told them to fuck off and stop being so cheery.
As you can tell by this point I was losing the will to live and so had to admit that all those other people who said to go from Glossop were right. Bastards, I can see them all laughing at my expense as I slowly trudged back to the car looking for hares. All I saw was a bloody lizard of some sort.
Hopefully I have learned a lesson from this and in future will take the advice of others but I can't really see me doing that can you? I intend by the end of this week to have located the crash site and taken some photographs of it so watch this space. Well not this space but the space that will be created when I post an update about having found it. In the meantime here is a photograph of the area I was yomping across.



Sunday, 27 March 2011

A small reflection of the week.!



Well here we are on a Sunday evening, stuffed to the gills with roast beef dinner (which I cooked before you ask) and a very nice glass of Banrock Station Cabernet Merlot in my hand. The first one was for Jennie who's a friend of mine. No I'm not talking about that song by the killers. I actually do have a few friends and one of them happens to be called Jennie, but she is working tonight so I'm having a drink on her behalf.

Tune on the office jukebox, "Once in a lifetime, Talking Heads" all very profound.

"Well how did I get here" very apt track to be honest as I've had a very profound mind expanding week.

A lot of pennies have dropped and a lot of realisations have occurred, I have spent most of the week almost as a spectator to myself, like a kind of out of body experience, I have done several things which I have never done before in my 42 years and it's all a bit weird which in itself is a weird word, I always thought it was i before e except after c. Goes to show you the bollocks they teach you at school.

They, whoever they are, say that you only actually use around 25% of your brain. This week I feel I may well have unlocked at least another 25%. You see I'm usually very content but just recently my brain has been kinda hyper active and needing stimulating much more than usual, this has manifested itself in me becoming more irritating than ever to other people. Oh well its whole new week tomorrow, I wonder what mischief I can get up to in the next seven days.
Oh and the sunset tonight was very nice.

Friday, 25 March 2011

I miss Wolverine! and fishy goings on.

My local pub is brilliant, just thought id share that with the world but I can't help but think something has been missing for a while now and whilst looking through my hard drives and archiving stuff I found this clip of Wolverine, our dancing barman. Thoroughly nice chap and danced a lot so I thought I would share this with the world,
video

There is currently an undercover investigation going on in there about the case of the missing fish. The landlords and friends went out for an evening after closing and returned a little worse for wear. In the morning the gold fish had vanished from it's tank behind the bar ( fish tank that is not big thing that fires shells at people, and by shells I mean explosive shells not the thing wrapped round egg yolks, and by yolks I mean yellow things inside eggs and not things attached to cattle. ) the only clue was a small net laying beside the tank. It is more exciting than midsummer in our local. :) I suspect Alex myself but he is innocent till proven guilty and he hasn't got fishy breath.

FFS Junk mail!

Morning world, What is this 09.14 hrs you speak of? It's not very nice that's what it is. I should be tucked up in bed still!!
Anyway, today I will mostly be complaining about junk mail. It comes through my letter box like a bloody waterfall. I get more junk mail than normal mail and I have a lot of bills.
The council provided me with a blue bin to collect all my junk mail in and they take it away every two weeks. Why should I store all this crap for two weeks? Can I charge a fee? I dont think so.
Ive asked the postman not to deliver it and even opted out from recieving it but to no avail.
But as always the Bagsta has a plan............. It's so cunning you could shave with it. Well maybe not but it's gonna make me feel better.
Every time I get junk mail through my letter box im gonna save it, then once a week im gonna post it back into the letter box. Not back to who sent it, just into the letter box. It wont solve anything but it will make me feel better and put a smile on my face, however temporary.

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Back to been grumpy!!!!

Back to been grumpy.
Well after having a very pleasant morning thinking about holidays to the Maldives I have been brought back down to earth with a bang. Actually more of a bash on the ankle and a stare of such incomprehensible disbelief.
You see ive just had to go to Tesco to do some shopping, and yes, they were there.
Those people who insist on taking their offspring to the supermarket with them, then push them around in their little buggy things with an air of “everybody look at me, I can reproduce”. 
Is that fucking right Olaf, well just because you can do something doesn’t always mean you should. I can run over you in my 2 ton motor vehicle but it’s probably not a good idea.
Actually on second thoughts!!!!!
Well after dipshit managed to rip half my ankle open with the aforementioned buggy due to the fact he wasn’t looking where he was going because he was too busy puffing out his chest and checking his look in the freezer cabinets to make sure his virility really showed, the twat looked at me as if I was something he’d just stepped in.
Oh dear me, I’m 44 days without a cig....... come on...... just give me a fucking reason and ill eat your bloody child in front of you before disembowelling you in the frozen food section.
I quietly mutter under my breath “has excuse me or sorry gone out of fashion?”
Still the bloody gormless stare of somebody who is never going to get a job!!! Really, with a face like that and a look like that the fucker is unemployable.
But guess what? He gets the last laugh because my taxes and yours are going to give him a home to live in, food on his table and clothes on his back and when he practises his ability to reproduce again he will be given a bigger house all at out expense.
Anyway I left the supermarket without too much of a fuss but I have marked his card and one day... one day...
Right that’s 2 blog posts in one day so until more grief befalls me im signing out.

Swimming with the fishes!!!!

Hello, I will soon be swimming with the fishes, and not in an American Italiano gangster concrete wellies kinda way. You see were off on our hols soon for a couple of weeks for me to indulge in what is fast becoming my favourite past time of doing fuck all, unless I want to.
We normally leave it to the end of the year but this year we felt we both need and deserve a break, so we are planning our 4th trip to The Maldives.
This time we are looking at islands in the Southern Maldives as all our other trips have been to North.
The first time we went there I was very dubious about things as Im not normally one for chilling out and relaxing but after a couple of days I fell totally in love with the place and the people. The snorkelling and diving have to be some of the best in the world.
It is impossible to put into words the feeling as you snorkel out over the edge of the reef and it just drops away into blackness, to watch the fish and stingrays swim up out of the darkness is simply breathtaking.
To those of you reading this that know me you will be amazed to hear that I actually have two nine oclocks in my day when there, damn it I usually have 2 six thirties when normally I never see nine am's. I just dont see the need to get up at stupid oclock when at home in blighty when my office is next to my bedroom but in the Maldives,
I usually wake up around six am make a cup of coffee, open the doors from the beach villa and step down onto the powder white sands, walk the 20 yards to the ocean edge sit sown and watch the sunrise.
So despite today actually looking like a very nice day here in my green and pleasant land which I love dearly, roll on May and swimming with the fishes. :)

Monday, 21 March 2011

Rambling Not worth the read.

A mixed bag of things to report from the weekend really. I will start with the Six Nations Rugby.
England go into their last game against Ireland with high expectations of a win and a grand slam after winning every other game but as I said to my wife, "it all depends on which Ireland turn up" Well for England is was the "were gonna rag you all over the park and humiliate you" Ireland that turned up. Ireland deserved the win as they simply outplayed England. Excuses can be made but at the end of the day we were beaten by a better team on the day (with a little help from the ref)
Around 20.000 England fans turned up with only a 5.500 ticket allocation for English fans so many watched it in the bars and clubs around the area, both sets of fans together in the same bars watching their respective teams play each other and not a bit of bother. I believe many football supporters could take a lesson from that.
After the shower of missiles that flew accross the living room whilst the game was on (my wife is Irish) in the form of chocolate celebrations and starburst sweets I went to have a look at the moto gp qualifying.
Sunday heralded a day shift at work which was very busy but a good laugh as always followed by coming home to sit and watch the opening moto gp race from the losail circuit. As usual moto 2 was mad as ever with a few big offs and a good points scoring finish for Bradley Smith (the bike rider, not Nick and Kates mad dog).
Moto GP saw casey stoner fighting through most of the race till the last few laps when he pulled away for a comfortable win, Rossi, still suffering with a bad shoulder on his first race with Ducati came home 7th behind Americas Ben Spies, pronounced Spees not Spies, why do Americans do that, they make it up as they go along. Look at Colin Powell, Its CO..LIN not COW... LIN, anyway I digress.
Tried to play Homefront for a while but after 10 minutes and the lobby not getting enough players in to have a game gave up and went over to GT5 for some mad racing with Alex, minty, stokies and dave.
Today I have so far broken the hoover so the whole house now smells of burning hair been a domestic god and worked out how to switch on the washing machine AND put stuff in it.Chased up 4 invoices that are over 60 days past their sell by date only to be told "yeah shes doing it today" thats what you said LAST WEEK. and actuallymanaged to get on here and post some rambling nonsense.
Now back to learning more tricks of how to bypass critical factor :)

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Hospitals


These are sentences actually typed by Medical secretaries in a Scottish
NHS Trust

1. The patient has no previous history of suicides.

2. Patient has left her white blood cells at another hospital.

3. Patient's medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only
a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.

4. She has no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was
very hot in bed last night.

5. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

6. On the second day the knee was better and on the third day it
disappeared.

7. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be
depressed.

8. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.

9. Discharge status: - Alive, but without my permission.

10. Healthy appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally alert, but
forgetful.

11. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

12. She is numb from her toes down.

13. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.

14. The skin was moist and dry.

15. Occasional, constant infrequent headaches.

16. Patient was alert and unresponsive.

17. Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid.

18. She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life until
she got a divorce.

19. I saw your patient today, who is still under our care for physical
therapy.

20. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.

21 Examination of genitalia reveals that he is circus sized.

22. The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.

23. Skin: somewhat pale, but present.

24. The pelvic exam will be done later on the floor.

25. Large brown stool ambulating in the hall.

26. Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities

27. When she fainted, her eyes rolled around the room.

28. Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.

29. She slipped on the ice and apparently her legs went in separate
directions in early December.

30. Patient was seen in consultation by Dr. Smith, who felt we should
sit on the abdomen and I agree.

31. The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he took a job as
a stock broker instead.

32. By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped, and he was
feeling better.

STAY AWAY FROM HOSPITAL!!

Sent from my iPhone

Monday, 14 March 2011

My neighbours builder is retarded!

My neighbours builder is retarded!
Actually that is quite an insult to retarded people. Maybe he just does it to piss me off.
Let me explain a little more.
Since turning 42 I have become even more grumpy than before, if that is possible and I find  people are really trying their damned hardest to be totally incompetent morons with no more right to exist on god's green earth than Alan Carr, Either that or they are just trying to piss me off.
Lets take my neighbours builder for example. The neighbour across the street from us whilst very pleasant (though I secretly think they are swingers and have some FRIENDS over for long weekends, not that there is anything wrong with that, even if I don't get an invite) employ a builder who is a fucking idiot. He has this estate car that he drives about with all his tools in, although judging from the dints and scrapes I use the word drives in it's loosest possible term.
I go to buy a loaf of bread and upon my return "Jack" as I will now call him as I don't actually know his real name has taken it upon himself to park bang outside my house. Not outside the house where he working, not on the empty driveway of the house where he is working, not next door but on the same side of the road to where he is working, no. Bang outside my house.
So now I have to shoehorn my vehicle into a very small space and block in the nextdoor neighbour to me.
The obvious floor in Jacks plan is that now he has to carry all his tools and materials across the road and up the driveway of the house where he is working. The fucking driveway is clear, nadda, nothing it's bloody empty and yet he decides to park bang outside my house.
How the hell I havn't gone out there with a shovel and taken retribution on his windshield I do not know, what I do know is the smug bastard will be smiling on the other side of his face when the piles of dogshit I shoved up his exhaust pipe with a long stick so they fell into the silencer part start to warm up.
Anyway it's time for me to have a lie down and put on my special jacket again. I hope they dont pull the straps to tight tonight.
Bagsta69 :)

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Lib Dem protest march

Ok, Ive just got back from the Lib Dem protest march in Sheffield city centre. Whilst it was (while I was there) a very organised and civil affair, part of me can't help thinking what a bunch of fucking hipocrits these people are. Many of the people I saw there I have also seen at other deomonstrations and they just seem to be to be serial copmplaining whingebags. They voted for a Labour govt and then when they got one they marched against them. They just never seem happy.
 To listen to some screaming banshee woman screaching at the top of her voice "Maggie Maggie Maggie, Die Die Die" infront of her 3ish year old child doesnt seem very liberal or democratic to me. Whilst many would argue that it is her RIGHT to be able to do that I fail to see what Maggie has to do with anything these days.
Another protester who had a microphone was telling the crowd how happy he would be when Maggie dies, again I fail to see the relevance and whilst it is his RIGHT to say these things I still fail to see the relevance.

I find it quite scary actually to think what these people would do if they were given the power over our country. Whilst they preach freedom of speech etc etc etc, they also seem to preach a hell of lot of hatred towards anybody who does not hold the same views as them and in many ways remind me of a small Austrian moustachioed chap who wanted to create a master race.
All in all it was a peacefull affair for the time I was there and to be honest if any trouble did flair up it would have been quashed within seconds as the police seemed to outnumber the protesters. There were not the usual suspects which you can spot a mile away who were just there to cause trouble and there was a reasonable turnout including families and small children but nowhere near the 10000 predicted.
I think there is a certain amount of apathy surrounding the whole thing, that coupled with the terrible events that have happened in Japan yesterday may account for the low turnout.

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Peace in the valley. A3

"For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in,
To know its insanity, really know it,
Whatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately,
The thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are,
Whatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane,
Your ace in your hole,
The psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you,
Whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror,
Whatever you fuck your brain with, whatever that is,
Whatever that is,
It's a lie,
Normal ranting service will resume shortly:)

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

FFS, apparently I have the fastest tractor in yorkshire

Just been on the blower to the HPI people, they have my bikes vin mixed up with that of a tractor that was scrapped last year.
Dear lord how have we as a race made it thus far and when will you end our suffering. Can you not just do a stupid test or something and everybody who fails gets zapped with lightning.
Maybe stop them reproducing so that they can be removed from the gene pool.
For heavens sake you need a license to watch tv and you used to need one to have a dog but no license is needed to reproduce and people seem to take great advantage of the fact. At the very minimum you should be required to have a job.

here is the reply from HPI
To Gary

With reference to your query on VRM P433VGO vin 018733.  The vehicle that you have only has a short digit VIN (Vehicle Identification Number). With a shorter VIN (they are now usually 17 digits) they are not unique to one vehicle. In fact, this VIN is associated with other vehicles/plant machinery. Some of which may be subject to outstanding finance, stolen and insurance loss interests. I can confirm that we have double-checked our records and the Scrap marker recorded on that vin definitely does not relate to the Kawasaki, but to a Case IH Tractor. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do to amend this, but I hope this confirmation is of use to your enquiries. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.
Regards
Karen

Now lets have a look at the 2 vehicles in question shall we. Hmmmmm it may fool some people but I can deffo tell the fekking difference between the 2. FFS.




 

A week of been old!........... and grumpy! "rant warning"

Well ive been 42 for a week now and all I can say is "Douglas Adams got it wrong"
Went to the pub last night and did the quiz, last weeek we came 2nd out of 2 entrants, this week we came 4th out of 4 and I gumped and moaned about the 3rd set of questions based around music from 2001. Damn it im stuck in the seventies and eighties what the hell do I know about music from 2001.
Having decided to sell my motorbike for a less damaging one I contacted a dealer who quite correctly did a HPI check on it. Now remember I have had this bike for 12 years and for the last year it has been sat in a nice warm garage having time off.
Well the dealer called me back to inform me that as of 12/5/2010 the bike has had a condition alert put against it and a scrap marker so he can't touch it.
The DVLA inform me that the only records they have are that it is sorn till november 2011.
So next I phone the HPI people who are "Looking into the matter"
AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! and breath Bagsta, remember to breath.
I made a comment on facespace or whatever the other day about having to deal with other peoples incompetence and this is exactly the kind of bullshit that I was on about.
The newsreader weather man chappy told us lastnight that we would be able to see the international space station 30 degrees above the horizon at 19.27 if we looked ssw as it was a very clear night.
It is currently in 2 pieces so you get 2 distinct lights soaring across the sky.
At 19.20 I went outside and started to set up my camera etc on tripod to get some shots of this, only to be greeted at 19.22 with 2 distinct lights soaring across the night sky 30 degrees above the horizon whilst I was still getting my camera set up. What did they do,, put their foot down, lose em easy?
Anyway I am now going to see what delights today will bring me, in the meantime here is a picture of the iss from the last time I decided to photograph it. On this occasion I used my own calculations and was set up a good 10 minutes before it hoved into view.

Saturday, 5 March 2011

Change your viewpoint!!

I was going to say morning all, however im hungover and it is actually afternoon.
Today Im going to suggest that if you are a happy snapper that you try changing your point of view to get better more dramatic pictures. If you think about it it makes perfect sense. We all wander around the planet at roughly the same height and view the world pretty much with the same point of view. dwarves and freaks aside that is, not very PC but them niether am I .
So why not change your point of view, lay down on the ground or climb a wall or tree. If your old like me and wouldnt get up again and probably fall asleep try kneeling down and placing the camera body on the floor pointing in the general direction of the shot you want. I think you will find the results can be very pleasing.
Right, off for some brufen!

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Turn it off auto.

Morning all, well that was a bit of a let down wasn't it, how in the name of all that is sacred in the world did Ireland beat England yesterday in the cricket? My life is gonna be intolerable for a while as my wife is Irish and I have many Irish friends.
Anyway the cricket aside I would just like to encourage people who have bought a digital SLR camera to please turn it of it's auto setting. You have paid a lot of money for what can only be descibed as a big point and shoot camera whilst ever you leave it on auto and your photography will not improve whilst it remains on auto.
The 2 main settings that you will want to be setting it to are Tv shutter priority, and Av which is aperture priority. With shutter priority (Tv) you select the shutter speed and depending on the light conditions the camera will set the aperture for you to give you the best exposure. This is particularly usefull if you are taking photographs of fast moving subjects or you want to blur a moving subject. It is also worth remembering to set a shutter speed that works with the focal legnth of the lens you are using. This means that if you are using a 200mm lens, idealy you should be using a shutter speed of 1/200th of a second to help prevent camera shake.
The other setting would be aperture priority or Av as marked on many cameras. This means that you set the aperture and the camera sets the optimum shutter speed to give you the correct exposure. Now this is where it can get a little confusing. The aperture is the size of the hole in your lens that lets the light through to the sensor, these sizes are measured in F stops, typically on a lens they can range from f 5.6 to f22. Now  is where it gets confusing as some bright spark decided that the bigger the number....... the Smaller the hole. So why does changing f stops matter. Well f stops have an affect on dof or depth of field. With an f stop of f22 everything from a few feet infront of you to the horizon will be in focus, (good for landscapes although f16 is probably better as lenses don't function to their best at their extreme ranges) and with f5.6 only a small part infront and behind the point of focus will be sharp.
Another thing to consider when using Av is the levels of light you have available, if there is not much light about the camera will set a very low shutter speed which may not be suitable for hand holding the camera. In these circumstances you can either use a tripod or use a higher iso setting.
Anyway peeps, hope at least a very small part of that was helpful to somebody im now going to eat everything I can see. Day 26 with no cigs and no bodies have been discovered yet. :)

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Beer, bikes and bows n arrows.

Watcha, well I survived a great evening out last night for my birthday. Went to Yankees for tea, it's kind of an American style diner thing that do great burgers and stuff. Then went up to the westend bar for a few drinks, Alex and Stu had actually put a reserved sign up where I normally sit, lol.
Entered the quiz and won a book on Barack Obama and a bow and arrow set which was used with great effect firing arrows around the bar at each other. It was later deided that the plastic pellet gun was more me and Stu took the executive decision to swap my prize to the gun. :)
My pride and joy has to be moved from it's heated garage due to the owner of the garage needing the room. I havn't been able to ride it for over a year now due to various injuries and operations on my failing body. To be honest I really do think I am past being able to ride it anymore due to the aggresive riding position and weight, that coupled with my physical limitations and various aches and pains I guess im just gonna have to get it road worthy and reluctantly sell it and get something not so punishing. A very sad day indeed.