Mostly lemon based

Category: Pride

  • Eth eth eth eth eth eth eth Chris Waddle.

    I’ve been watching too much fast show, I fear.

    Yesterday my plans to do work were foiled by… well… my own stupidity. When I changed the points I didn’t noticed a subtle (not so subtle) difference between the Mog ones and the Ital ones. The ital ones have a small plastic locating notch which has to go over a pin. I noticed yesterday morning a slight hesitancy which, by the end of the day had become such a hideous misfire that going anywhere was pretty painful.

    After pratting about for 30 minutes in my nice posh jeans I decided to call John, eat lunch and reattack. After a bit of prodding we discovered this bit of plastic and it’s misplacement. Correcting this enabled a fully functional ignition system to be returned. At the same time I readjusted the idle and the mixture… So now she’s hopefully running a bit less rich.

    Today we went down to Marcruss Stores in the centre of Brizzy to get police uniforms costumes; in the end all I got was a hat and a little scarfy thing – but it does make me look roughly like a police woman. I do need a proper white shirt – I check the effect with the only plain white shirt I’ve got (it’s a dinner shirt, part of a dinner jacket I’ve got for the purpose of having it recut). It definately will work – although it needs a bit of a wash :-)

    I also need a new black skirt – my old one, well, I’m not a size 10/12 anymore – and it is. It does fit. Just. Either that or if I manage to lose a stone (unlikely).

    I also changed the battery in my iPaq which is now sat charging away. I didn’t realise the original was only 1000mAh; the new one’s 2250, so… hopefully that should be a bit better. Changing the battery in the 36 series iPaq. Ridiculously easy.

    Anyway, I should get on.

  • Oh, now I see….

    Getting permission to dress Rebecca up as a police car and ourselves up as police people for EuroPride 2006 turned out to be ‘somewhat harder’ than I originally expected. I either thought it’d be a straight yes or no (unintentional).

    Anyway, eventually we managed to sort it out – and with muchos thanks to the Met Police who’ve been ultra-helpful. I’m very impressed.

    Anyway, despite e-bay’s policy, today my police / emergency services lamp arrived; and well, now I see why they were so concerned….

    Rebecca with a blue light

    God, if I saw that coming up behind me I’d be thinking it was a real police car *grins*

    Anyway, preparations are beginning slightly in earnest. Hell, if it doesn’t come off I’m sure we can be a float in a MardiGras when I get to Canada :-)

  • Hairy McScary

    So, for EuroPride 2006 I’ll be taking my beloved Moggie; we hope; this year we’re also intending to make it to the far end and not stop 15 minutes in (not anything to do with Rebecca mind). As part of the forward planning for this I’ve been trying to find out whether, in a Parade, my car can be decked out as a Police car.

    Rebecca’s blue, and a touch battered, but she’d look Lovely with ‘POLICE’ down the side and a nice flashy flashy blue light on top.

    Anyway, so I started by asking the Parade organisers, but there was some difficulty there; no one seemed entirely sure. Technically I’m still driving down the road, with potentially, my car being identifiably a ‘police car’, which is illegal. Never mind that it’s 2006, not 1969 and my car is ‘unlikely’ to really be a police car. Indeed, I’d be seriously concerned if anyone thought it was (mind you people asked if she really was a tow vehicle last year, and whether Hebe really was a driving school car. People concern me). I can understand it actually, the whole not diluting the impact of the word POLICE.

    It became apparent that that line of inquiry (I hate ‘that that, incidentally) was not going to yeild results quickly, so taking my heart in my hands I mailed the Metropolitan Police. Not that I’ve got anything against the Police, I’ve worked with loads of officers in my training and they’ve all, to a person, been excellent. I’ve encountered the police also outside of work – with the Racist blokie, and they were also really good then.

    But just because I find contact with big things like the Police or the Government kind of intimidating. It’s one of those still feeling like a kid things. And also, my youth is not exactly the best thing in the world. It’s not like I broke any big laws, but I wasn’t the best kid in the universe. And I still feel guilty.
    Anyway, having crafted an e-mail I paused for a moment, and thought, and then hit send. And off it went, winging it’s little way all the way to London.

    Being as it was kind of a random request it bounced through the Met police a little teeny bit before hitting it’s mark; and a very nice chap mailed me back with information and more questions. And rang (unfortunately right at the time I’d decided to go out swimming); and it looks likely to happen. Of course, if anyone knows a discount supplier of magnetic signs that’d be handy.

    But the question is, what’s so scary about all of this? It’s the fact I’ve had to give my car’s details to the police, and my name… I’m not sure why they need this, although it might be to keep track of cars they’ve given permission to. But that was like “oh god, what have I got myself into?”

    Still. I’m looking forward to it. I need a blue flashing beacon if this is to work too. And a police costume uniform. Anyway, generally it’s *yay*. But it’s still a bit scary…

  • Pride 2005 the video

    Yes, finally finished. It’s here for your downloading pleasure.

  • Past few days [catchup post]

    So, uh, Thursday was Treys Birthday. Which rocked.

    We headed up north, to my spiritual home (which, incidentally, is not dodgy); Birmingham. Remembering from oh-so-many trips up there and when I lived there I expected moderately bad traffic on the motorway. So; off we went incredibly early; and we arrived…. incredibly early. No traffic at all.

    It’s really bizzare; it’s another place that although the detail has changed the rhythm is the same, if you get what I mean. (more…)