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For 3mm wall tube onto 6mm plate I'd go with Oerlikon E7016 in 2.5mm. 75-80 amps. This is our preferred rod for 90% of our jobs at work. It's really forgiving The flux is like molten glass and you have to be doing something really wrong to get any inclusions.

Trudging around behind the missus shopping in Lynmouth the other day this stopped me in my tracks. The original in oil was outside of the artists studio and at 3ft by 4ft is so striking it genuinely moved me, I just couldn't look away. Couldn't afford the original so looked at buying a smaller print but it didn't seem to have the same impact. Wandered around the gallery admiring other pieces and trying to justify to myself that when something touches you like this then it's worth the price but walked out as we just don't have the money to spend. As we left we passed it again and the impact was just as strong. A strange experience.

This. 4 years ago I left the house early to go to work in a bad mood with the missus. Didn't stop to kiss her or my little girl goodbye. Three hours later I was involved in an accident that should've killed me. When they rushed me through A+E to surgery I clung to the theatre door frame with everything I had left until they let my wife though to see me. It hasn't affected me so much but my wife hates me working away now.

Favorite trick of mine is to bore out a long series nut of appropriate size. Place into recess against offending locker and then arc weld them together down through the centre. Quick belt with a lump hammer while it's all still hot to shock the nut for good luck then wind off as normal. Never failed yet.

5 gallon bucket, some scrap bar, copper wire, washing soda and a battery charger. Reverse electrolysis is simple and extremely effective and gets to the bits that a wire brush won't. Especially useful for cleaning the eyes in hafted tools.

Read the first post, sympathised with the OP, and moved on to the next unread topic. Saw others had commented so came back to it and read their posts too, deep down inside of me something wanted to reply as well but I don't post much and thought what difference will one more comment make. ​All day it's been tugging at me. ​But what to say....... Don't put it off any longer mate, get help, and if you get that low again come on the forum and talk. Doesn't have to be about the state you're in, anything'll do, but at least you're in touch with people. ​I saved a lads life at work and very nearly paid for it with my own, I should've died, and that's an official medical opinion. I would have left behind a wife and beautiful 4yr old daughter, and as I lay in hospital it kept going through my head how my wife was going to break it to my daughter what had happened to me, what might yet happen to me. I lost my father just as I was becoming a man, just as he started to show a real interest in who I was and what I was training to do, my parents kept it from me and my brother how ill he was, so we just kept on working trying to support the family when we should've been making the most of the little time we had left, and then he was gone. I knew what it was like to loose a parent suddenly and it haunted me that my little girl might have to too. The trauma of the accident nearly broke my wife too, she was recovering from a late miscarriage and was herself very low and emotional so when I released from hospital I buried all my problems and tried to be strong for her. It ate away at me for over two years, I became short tempered and very low, I'd well up at films and music. I couldn't watch my little girl sing at her Christmas play because I knew I'd cry. ​As part of my insurance claim I had to go to a phycologist and be assessed for signs of PTSD. I fought this and refused as I was more worried about loosing my licenses than my mental state but eventually I was ordered to go. The interview lasted just over an hour and wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, this chap made his notes and remarks but didn't pry too deeply. We stood and shook hands and I wandered off downstairs to the car park, he caught up with me just outside the building and said he was going to grab a coffee from the street vendor and did I fancy one and maybe an informal chat. Strange as it may seem it was so easy to talk to this complete stranger about my feeling that I agreed, we bought coffee and just started walking, we ended up on the green outside Exeter cathedral and I poured my heart out, I could let out all my anguish and fears to this guy knowing that judge me or not we'd likely never meet or cross paths again. It was a revelation to be able to talk like this and I couldn't stop, he offered very little in the way of advice to me just the proverbial shoulder to cry on. I came home from that feeling a lot lighter. A few weeks later the missus and me were watching the film "IN TIME" with Bill Nighy, those of you that have seen it know what happens at the end, it was my final straw, I broke down in front of her, everything came out, my dad, my accident, her, the little'un, everything. Things have slowly been on the up ever since. ​As blokes we're conditioned to keep a stiff upper lip, and amongst our family, friends and workmates we don't want to show our weaknesses, it's this that causes us to fester and rot inside and that's not good. We can't change what's happened in our pasts and we don't want telling how to get over it or how to forget it, all we need is somewhere to talk about it with out judgement. When I read the posts about lads loosing their dogs, and people comment how it's brought a tear to their eye as they've got the same coming or have just gone through with themselves, you know you'd never admit that in the pub or over tea in the canteen at work, you'd be seen as soft, but on here we're all pretty much faceless, we have friends but we don't have to look them in the eye when we're having a week moment and I find that a great comfort that we can share our grief, bereavement or upset together. Unmocked, unashamed and unjudged. Try the counselling Digger, and in the mean time make use of the friends you have on here too. ​Good luck. ​

Changed out a blown turbo on my sisters astra 1.7 dci ( the dreaded isuzu version )on her driveway. No big task really but I'd only been out of hospital 4 weeks after a near fatal accident. I'd list all the injuries but it'd take a while. Looked a bit Mad Max ish. What with a wheel chair crutches and a ratchet strap through a tree to move around the job. I think my family did it deliberately to get my spirits up.

Just had works van done. Ford main dealer £75 including updates to engine management and BCM.

Not WW2 but equally upsetting is "After the apocalypse, The polygon tests" Find it on YouTube. Only an hour long but stayed with me for weeks after watching it.

Can't believe nobodys mentioned LEON.

Going through it with you bud. Dogless for the first time in 36 years, lost 3 in the last 14 months, black lab off his legs 12 yrs, choc lab kidney failure 6 yrs, mother of choc lab 12 1/2 yrs. She lasted a year after the other two and was spoilt rotten to stop her pineing and make her time left special. Finally put to sleep due to suspect cancer and multiple organ failure. The worst bit, breaking it to my 6yr old little girl, that's what broke me.

Mid nineties we started loosing 8 to 12 week old lambs with no evidence left behind, one a night regular as clockwork, soon it was two a night still no carcass bones or offal. We thought foxes so weeknights mother and I would take turns on watch with shotgun waiting to nail them but come morning more were always missing, there was never any noise and it only took an hour to do a lap of the 60 acres they were in. Then the first ewe was killed. She was laying down no more than 100yds from the farmhouse looking like she was just sleeping except for her head was layed over. Went to give her kick to move on and realised she was dead so grabbed her fleece to lift her into the linkbox and it just lifted off her like a coat, all her ribs fore leg shoulder and spine were visable,no meat no blood. Mother freaked and called the police who in turn did the same and promptly called in an expert, Nigel Brierly if I remember. Stood there watching him he calmly showed us the puncture wounds in the nape of the neck that had killed her and then explained how the cat had licked the fleece up and off the flesh before licking away all the blood and flesh from the ribs. I still have photos somewhere. We walked the farm in daylight and he took casts of footprints that he found, as a fifteen year old lad it was both exciting and chilling at the same time. I had been lamping in the same 60 acres as this cat the very night it was hunting and had never seen or heard a thing. After that I was banned from going out after dark alone, we put storm lanterns on every gateway with battery radios blaring BBC Devon allnight, we ****** in buckets and used a knapsack sprayer to scent mark the entire boundry of the stock fields. Two of us went out everynight and let off random gunshots in different corners of the fields, but we still lost more stock. A local neighbour came round with his rifle so he and my dad went for a wander, when they came back they were white. They were walking straight across one of the fields heading for the next gate way carrying a lit Tilly lamp and regulary casting the spotlamp around when they saw a pair of green eyes high up in the hedgerow 60-80 odd yards away, the eyes blinked and weaved from side to side but didn't move away. They walked on 10 paces and shone the lamp again. The eyes had gone from where they were only to reappear 10 paces down the hedge inline with them again. This carried on for the length of the field untill they reached the gateway. This is where they lost their nerve the old man let off all three rounds in his gun into the air and the eyes finally retreated but could still be seen in the dim edges of the lamp. They made there way back to the farmhouse back to back taking turns to sweep the lamp back and forth untill the battery died then they both just ran for it. In total we lost 5 ewes and over 40 lambs, the neighbours had one calf taken and another attacked. While we never saw the cat in the flesh ourselves one neighbour watched it from across the valley in broad daylight calmly hunting rabbits in our top field while other sightings were reported in the area. We eventualy received a police report stateing that hair samples and foot casts pointed to a large cat, most likely a melanestic leopard as being the culprit. Then just suddenly it just stopped. No more kills no more sightings. A film crew came round and interviewed us but the old man didn't want us on tv being mocked so it was all left on the cutting room floor. My final thoughts on this are:There are an estimated 2 million deer in the British isles of varying species. Apart from those of us that stalk and actively look for them how often do you the public see them in passing? If there are only a handfull of large cats roaming the country what are the odds of crossing paths with one of them?

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Local steak houses around me have took to serving up on wooden bread boards with little mini deep fat fryer baskets to hold the 7 chips you get. Asking is the dishwasher's broke and all the china's dirty doesn't go down well.... But top marks go to a local hotel that I took the good lady to for valentines. We both ordered steak and chips and after a ridiculously long wait were presented with steaks and large uncut roast/jacket like potatoes. When it was pointed out to the waiter that we'd asked for chips he calmly picked up my fork and prodded the nearest spud only for it to fall apart into chips! His smug look was wiped of his face when I pointed out I'd come there to be fed not to sit round hungry while his pretensious chef sat out back playing Jigsaw Jenga with my ******* dinner. And while I'm on it, what is it with everyone serving "rustic" chips? If I ask for chips I want chips, preferably crinkle cut if I can get them. I certainly do not want sliced up jacket potates with skins like leather that I have to take steak knife to. Is it because the chefs to sodding lazy to peal the damn spuds or what ?

Look up "BARRY CAN'T ARF WELD" and "THE PUTTER" by storying sheffield on you tube. Two great short films in very much the same vein.

100gr Sierra Spitzer soft point. 32gr Varget. COL 2.650" Accuracy: .263" centre to centre 3 shot group @ 100yds. 70gr Nosler Ballistic tip. 49.5gr Vit 160. COL 2.650" Accuracy: .275" centre to centre 3 shot group @ 100yds. 70gr Nosler Ballistic tip. 40.8gr Reloader15. COL 2.650" Accuracy: .380" centre to centre 3 shot group @ 100yds. 62gr Barnes varmint grenade. 44gr Varget. COL 2.680 Accuracy: .290" centre to centre 3 shot group @ 100yds. 62gr Barnes varmint grenade. 43gr Vit 540. COL 2.680" Accuracy: .221" centre to centre 3 shot group @ 100yds. Only recently came up with this load when I ran out of Varget, begrudgingly bought the V540 as it was all that they had. Spent an afternoon working on it and not only did it produce the smallest groups I've ever shot but my point of impact came up over 3/4" so I'm assuming higher velocities but haven't chrono'd any to prove that yet. I will say though that the impacts on vermin are definitely alot more reactive now.

You posted about this in Oct last year and I sent you a PM with some of my most accurate loads for my rifle and advice on changing out the trigger for a Timney. Check your message history and I'll bet it's still there. If not let me know and I'll resend it from my end.

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Four weeks ago my little girl met me at the door after work, chocolate orange in one hand home made card in the other and proudly announced "HAPPY VIOLENCE DAY DADDY". And last year while walking round Longleats butterfly room she tugged on my arm and pointed to the chrysalis' hanging from the plants and in a loud and happy voice stated "Daddy look, the caterpillars have turned into COONS and gone brown".........

I picked up a crappy Chinese chainsaw, removed the blade then tapped the chain oiler and fitted a small pipe that leads upto the exhaust and drips oil onto the baffle inside. This way the fuel mix stays the same and the engine doesn't suffer any starting problems, I then welded a 2 foot length of 1 inch thin wall pipe to the exhaust so the gasses can be directed right down the rat hole. The beauty of this design is the engine only really bellows smoke when it's revving.

.410 is a Modern arms folder. I have the exact same model sat in my cabinet.

Will take the whole lot if it's still up for grabs please.

Installed a homemade woodburner into a 32x10 static caravan many years ago. It had a non insulated steel pipe as a chimney going through a silicon gland in the roof, and then around the back and one side I fitted 1.5mm galvy tin spaced off the wall with 1" baton and 2" gap at the base. This not only protected the wooden wall behind but also created an ambient airflow as hot air wood rise behind the tin and circulate around the room. Spent the big freeze of 2008/2009 in there and the snow never managed to settle on the roof. Never underestimate the output of woodburner........

John can be like that, nothing is advertised and with him if you don't ask you don't get. Trouble is he gets a ridiculous amount of grockles through the door browsing through the shop and asking the most inane questions or telling the tallest tales so I think he tries to keep the fact that he's a RFD a little quiet and pushes the fishing tackle and bait more. In your case T T he lost out, it won't be the first or last time but he doesn't ever seem worried. He's always been good to me but I only really go there now when I'm in jam. James on the other hand I can't praise enough, always helpful, fairly priced, will respond to haggling even opens out of hours if you're desperate, a really great shop to go too, just make sure your not in a rush because it's easy to loose track of time when you're in there.

James Simpson @ Blue fox in Chawleigh on the A377. Variety sports in Ilfracombe. Rude dog rifles in Barnstaple carries some stock but visits are by appointment only. A lad at work tells me there's a shop opening up in Torrington soon as well......