Fancy, two of the forum's leading lights engaged in a bidding war for a radio on e-bay.
How unseemly!
You cleaned up nicely in the auction Joe, and in your hands, the set cleaned up nicely too!
I'm trying to take a leaf out of Joe's book and break the habit of a lifetime, which has resulted in me getting too attached to sets that I restore. Hence, I'm on a mission to downsize my collection of sets and to do as Joe does - enjoy the restoration, then move the set on to make room for another. It's a fine line to tread because too much of that and it almost becomes a business and as we know, there's little to be made from that, given the hours we put in. Also making money - other than to finance the next project - isn't what the hobby is about.
We've been out today with our walking club on the East Yorks Wolds, followed by an excellent Sunday lunch at a country Inn. Glorious day, up hills and down dales in unspoilt little visited countryside to work up an appetite. Didn't see a soul - the only company was skylarks, and a couple of buzzards circling above.
Two more days of freedom, then a week of purgatory in Essex with my wife's sister and deaf-as-a-post sports-obsessed couch potato, channel surfing, Daily Mail reading hubby, so it's a week of sport on TV with my Bose noise cancelling headphones on to blank it all out. (Memo to self: Remember to take your I-pod charger). And he says "he doesn't hold with internet - people have lost the art of conversation since all this www malarkey took hold". Errm, hello?
At least now that I'm no longer a serving magistrate I don't get subjected to him recounting tales from the Daily Mail, haranguing me the minute I set foot over the threshold. It used to go something like this: "In the Daily Mail there's a case of a little old lady, just collected her pension from the Post Office, knocked down by two teenage thugs who stole her pension and broke her hip. What did the magistrates do? Give 'em a slap on the wrist and send 'em on safari, that's what! I know what I'd do - I'd have 'em in uniform and send 'em on Safari to Afghanistan - that's what. Of course, teenagers who behave themselves don't get treats like being sent on safari - oh dear me no -you've got to be a mugger in a hoodie".
We'll overlook the fact that any case such as that described would be sent to the Crown Court as magistrates sentencing powers are far too inadequate to deal with anything as serious as that.
So in answer to the question 'anyway, what are you up to?' the answer in my case is 'not a lot'.
Tomorrow, I might just get a back made in my router jig for a little 'Regentone DW2' which is sans back, and which I'll hopefully be moving on in my cull of woodies.
There are upsides to a trip to Essex is that when I get home, it seems so much nicer
Rambled and ranted Yorkie.
How unseemly!
You cleaned up nicely in the auction Joe, and in your hands, the set cleaned up nicely too!
I'm trying to take a leaf out of Joe's book and break the habit of a lifetime, which has resulted in me getting too attached to sets that I restore. Hence, I'm on a mission to downsize my collection of sets and to do as Joe does - enjoy the restoration, then move the set on to make room for another. It's a fine line to tread because too much of that and it almost becomes a business and as we know, there's little to be made from that, given the hours we put in. Also making money - other than to finance the next project - isn't what the hobby is about.
We've been out today with our walking club on the East Yorks Wolds, followed by an excellent Sunday lunch at a country Inn. Glorious day, up hills and down dales in unspoilt little visited countryside to work up an appetite. Didn't see a soul - the only company was skylarks, and a couple of buzzards circling above.
Two more days of freedom, then a week of purgatory in Essex with my wife's sister and deaf-as-a-post sports-obsessed couch potato, channel surfing, Daily Mail reading hubby, so it's a week of sport on TV with my Bose noise cancelling headphones on to blank it all out. (Memo to self: Remember to take your I-pod charger). And he says "he doesn't hold with internet - people have lost the art of conversation since all this www malarkey took hold". Errm, hello?
At least now that I'm no longer a serving magistrate I don't get subjected to him recounting tales from the Daily Mail, haranguing me the minute I set foot over the threshold. It used to go something like this: "In the Daily Mail there's a case of a little old lady, just collected her pension from the Post Office, knocked down by two teenage thugs who stole her pension and broke her hip. What did the magistrates do? Give 'em a slap on the wrist and send 'em on safari, that's what! I know what I'd do - I'd have 'em in uniform and send 'em on Safari to Afghanistan - that's what. Of course, teenagers who behave themselves don't get treats like being sent on safari - oh dear me no -you've got to be a mugger in a hoodie".
We'll overlook the fact that any case such as that described would be sent to the Crown Court as magistrates sentencing powers are far too inadequate to deal with anything as serious as that.
So in answer to the question 'anyway, what are you up to?' the answer in my case is 'not a lot'.
Tomorrow, I might just get a back made in my router jig for a little 'Regentone DW2' which is sans back, and which I'll hopefully be moving on in my cull of woodies.
There are upsides to a trip to Essex is that when I get home, it seems so much nicer
Rambled and ranted Yorkie.
Regards, David.
BVWS Member.
G-QRP Club Member 1339.
'I'm in my own little world, but I'm happy, and they know me here'
BVWS Member.
G-QRP Club Member 1339.
'I'm in my own little world, but I'm happy, and they know me here'
