Anyone who claims they've
never watched "Thunderbirds" is just pretending to
be cool. We've all watched it. But how many of us have noticed the
major flaw in Thunderbird Two's pods?
When the pods are loaded
they are wheeled underneath Thunderbird Two between the support strut
leg things. There's is plenty of space between the support strut leg
things for pods to pass. But when Virgil lands to save the day
(unlike the rest of his lazy brothers) when he uses the
support strut leg things to deploy the pod they are to the sides of
the pod. They would be in the way of the pods as they were wheeled
into place for loading.
This is of vital
importance. Why has it taken me fifty years to realise this?
I asked this very
question on Facebook last night. I was surprised at the amount of
reaction it generated.
As I had my brekkie this
morning I became increasingly worried about my dog. he seemed very
listless and showed no interest in scrounging for toast.
"er indoors TM"
got up and explained why he was so withdrawn. Apparently he'd been
up most of the night woofing and would seem to have worn himself out.
I must have slept through it all.
I wondered if he fancied
a walk: I showed him his collar and lead and he got very
over-excited. There was nothing wrong with him.
As we walked we met the
local vicar. Our local vicar scares me. He wears open toed sandals
all year long. (I judge men who wear open toed sandals). The
vicar said "Good Morning" to us... I say he "said"
it; he actually barked and snarled it in the same way that a skinhead
thug would ask "Who You Looking At?" before
administering an old fashioned bunch of fives up the throat.
I couldn't scurry away
quickly enough.
Once home I set off to
work a little earlier than I had to; I took a rather circuitous
route. Usually I'd go harass "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and the baby before work, but on Fridays they "Mother and
Toddler", and there's no space for a Granddad there. So
instead I resorted to hunting for tupperware for an hour or so.
A few new geocaches had
gone live the other side of Canterbury in the week, and one had
appeared this morning. I quite like a little walk round Canterbury
before the late shift. If nothing else I have little worry about
being late for work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
re-uniting guards and inmates from the Guantanamo Bay prison, so I
turned the radio off and listened to my awful music instead.
I soon parked the car in
Canterbury and had a rather poor geo-stroll.
I found the first one
pretty much straight away; the second one was far too close to
someone in their back garden for my liking, and I gave up when I saw
that the third one was probably amongst the druggies' discarded
syringes.
So, sulking about my
thirty-three per cent success rate, I then went to McDonalds for some
McBrekkie. I do like McBrekkie. The only people who ever say bad
things about a sausage and egg McMuffin are those people who've never
had one. I also treated myself to a caramel frappe. And then to a
second one as I liked the first one so much.
And that was pretty much
it for my day. I went to work, did what I couldn't avoid, and came
home a lot later than I'd have liked (given any choice in the
matter). A quick trip to Asda, curry, a bottle of plonk, a
cyber-squabble.... another day in the life really....
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