Blastronaut

That's fair like. My da's da was a fucking jazz musician so I think the "patter" gene leapfrogged both me and my granda. Amusingly, my son is totally non-verbal but absolutely hilarious, and if I'm lucky that's where the family name ends. Wise beyond his years, I've said to Mrs B plenty times that his first words (if he ever speaks) could well be "you pair of cunts talk too much".

I'm convince the second T only came about in protest to the English refusing to pronounce the first one.

I'm three sheets to the wind but aye alright. If he's from my neck of the woods that guys either a Meldrum or a Marshall. I noticed the name Paterson on another post but I'm not having that. Might be a Paterson by name but the Paterson gene is recessive. Two t's, prick. But we all grew from the same stump. And it's "son of the man who had good patter". See what I mean about the gene being recessive?

Btw the guy on the right looks so much like half of the guys from the village I grew up in that I think I could take an educated guess at his surname.

Hold that thought. I have litres of flux and drawers full of old capacitors. If I can get our old Shitbox Megane up to 88 mph Weirdly reassuring that they're both clearly left handed.

In a similar vein, if the KGB are in fact reading this, I most definitely DO NOT have an extensive collection of late soviet military electronics components. Those late 80's/ early 90's era germanium transistors they were producing just before their collapse where they almost completely overcame most of the shortcomings and instabilities of germanium semiconductors some 20-30 years after the western world abondoned them are of absolutely no interest to me and never have been.

I had a fucking weird encounter with "street patrol" army recuiters about 20 years ago. I only remember it so well since shortly later I took a shite call center job and the guy training out group was ex army and turned out to be the same guy who had been cruising our council estate with two other squaddies in full kit.

Aye like me with my chronic lung condition would be any use on the frontline. I might volunteer all the same though, mainly because I live halfway between a nuclear submarine base and massive oil refinery.

The end that's labelled "Rishi's Cabinet"?. Artists impression surely, no way is it that sharp.

Fidget spinners as a religious analogy is hilarious but presented like this is on a other level. I'll stick to roulette. I rarely even gamble anymore but even blackjack seems more favourable than Pascal's Wager.

If it turns out that this is the image wikiki's architect "accidentally" shared I wouldn't be even the slightest bit surprised tbh.

As far as I'm aware the DSM has abandoned the use of term aspergers as a diagnosis, understandably. I think a lot people, who are on the spectrum and considered higher functioning still like to use the term as am identifier that distances them from folk in other extreme corners of the spectrum which I also understand. But aye a lot of folk find the term pretty offensive since it comes from a Nazi German doctor who was tasked with evaluating folk with additional needs and decided which ones could be put to work and which would be put to death. Hans Asperger.

Think Ive seen bits of this a while back, not through choice though. If I mind right it was mostly people who would have been considered fairly high-fuctioning "Aspergers" before the term was abandoned so it wasnt a great representation of "the spectrum" but still good to see them represented in a reality show where they were treated woth some humanity and not just mocked. Folk on the spectrum often have a really interesting perspective on things that will really challenge your own own beliefs. I'll maybe check it out again.

You all sound like an old colleague I was on the lash with one Sunday years back. Cunt casually rolls into work on Tuesday morning and everyone's asking him where the he was yesterday. Glaikit bastard thinks folk are just asking him about the weekend. "Went for a few beers with Blastronaut". Naw ye didnae Brian. Amateurs.

That turd is just a product of Bran flakes and opiates. Add some guinness to that recovery diet and that poor bloke gets home a few days earlier and the nurse here is carrying a bucket of brown liquid.

You talk about this workmate quite a lot man, like youre on some sort of poverty safari. Guitly by association if you ask me.

That's a real fucking talent tbf. Lowering the tone considerably while still managing to be being a voice of reason. That was all going a bit Mumsnet and this thread needed that.

That reads more like Springsteen than Clapton. Fair play to chat gpt. Where the streets have no shame. Lockdown edition.

I'm being needlessly pedantic here but surely in Andrews case it's the right shoulder that has been taking all the damage, given he's a died in the wool southpaw rather than the more common fairweather leftie like ourselves.

I resemble that remark and resent the implication it's only because I'm pissed. Mate of mine got in touch out the blue the other day. Cyst removed from under his armpit, poor bastard can barely move his arm and sounds like he's in extreme pain. First question was "better not be yer wanking hand man, I'm long overdue a reacharound"

Thats way less than I was expecting to honest. Imagine it feels more natural than it looks.

It might not weigh much @Tom, but heaviness is a state of mind, man.

Belated Happy New Guitar Day. Looks nice. Like Tom I'm curious how it plays. Fanned fretboards freak me the fuck out but I'm not sure I've ever actually played one or bothered to read about the design much. Is it essentially fender scale on the bottom and Gibson scale on the top? I know I easily find and answer to this on Google but I'm a busy man with lots of important things to do (like drinking and being lazy).

> I'd be interested to know what band Dunsy was in back in the day? According to his discogs page he was in Joyriders, Dead Eyes Opened and Chickweed. > I've not heard much but they remind me of early Split Enz. Yeah thats probably fair but there's so much more there. The end career album Sing to God (when they had scaled back to a four piece) is widely regarded as their masterpiece but for my money the live performance of All that Glitters is a Mares Nest is peak Cardiacs, in their full tongue in cheek Circus act glory. They hooked up with Napalm Death to book Salisbury Cathedral forntue day for each bands respective live videos some time in the really early 90's. What a day that would've been. As for the hidden porn, I only keep some as a false wall to hide my Cardiacs collection.