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    You wild and crazy guy, you... Thunder and rain here, pleasantly cool - definitely boot weather
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    The 'last minute' thread seems to be getting less minute by the minute, so I thought I'd start another! It's HOT here! By some standards not at all hot but in the UK we often get humid heat, which is sweltering! I thought I'd have a change from my wedges for relaxing at home, so have got these out of the wardrobe. Any comments on suitability for streetwear? They have 4.5 inch block heels about 1.5 inches wide. No comments on my held-in paunch, please!
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    I've a 'thing' for cork wedges. Mrs Freddy can't be doing with them (dunno why) but I like them. Possibly I have subliminal memories of a girlfriend wearing them in my otherwise forgotten past .... They have the feel of holidays about them, summer, pleasant times....
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    It most certainly isn't the case, being paid what one is worth - at least not with my major employer (although that didn't used to be the case; once upon a time they were the gold standard in my industry) My work has taken me to some very unusual corners of the world. I, too, much prefer the cold although the air at minus-56C felt astoundingly cold
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    Not easy to pass on wisdom, anecdotes and family history. The market is small, as I have discovered. My own childhood and adolescence had a lot of startling events and episodes in it, some of it set against quite unusual backdrops too. Lately though my two teenagers have started to express a bit of curiosity. My own family - parents and grandparents, now all long dead, were very good at passing down stories through the generations, to the extent that I know quite a few personal stories about my great-great-grandfather, and even a few about my great-great-great-great-great grandmother, born in 1795. They lived on in anecdote and story to the extent I feel as though I knew them. I have passed down a few of those tales to my own children so the old folks will continue to live on.
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    My one experience suggests you are on the money. At the time, I was scarlet with embarrassment, having to take off a high heeled knee high boot (cowboy boot style) in front of security, and some 200 other waiting travellers. I didn't spot anyone who gave them or me a second look. Took me about 10 minutes to get my normal pasty skin colour back though.
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    I have had occasion to re-stick a variety of both soles and heels in a variety of materials that have partially come away. I have had good success with an ordinary impact adhesive but now use a similar product sold for 'trade' shoe repairs - 'Adesvig E', from Italy. The latter appears to be a pretty standard impact adhesive (toluene based) in a fairly runny form - easy to apply into a 'sole gap' (e.g. with old credit card to 'wipe' the surfaces). After 20 mins or so for the stuff to go off, clamp together (in vice if necessary) and leave for a few hours. Success - so far! (The adhesive seems eminently suitable for other DIY purposes too, and is certainly cheaper than many sold for that usage.) If your local repairer cannot make a simple repair with the right 'glue', I should be both surprised and disappointed. Worth trying for yourself if he can't.
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    Perhaps we should form a 'symmetry' group to promote 'equality of appearance'. Amongst other things, it would do away with the fly-front, although the zip mechanism would still have to engage on one side or the other. As, physiologically, humans have two of everything visible at the sides and one of everything up the middle, we would merely be carrying-out what nature had intended by banning one-shoulder garments and the like. Consideration ought to be given to humane disposal of one-legged men and others similarly unbalanced. (It's strange but true that the average man has something like 1.9999 legs but the typical man has 2.0000; a good illustration of loose usage of statistical terms such as 'average'.) As to driving on the right in the remains of the primitive world, it seems that this developed when one practical requirement usurped another. Originally, riding/driving on the left was the norm as this enabled effective use of a sword against oncoming foes, and at the same time facilitated mounting and riding with least danger or discomfort to riders or pedestrians. But then (to quote): 'In the late 1700s, however, teamsters in France and the United States began hauling farm products in big wagons pulled by several pairs of horses. These wagons had no driver’s seat; instead the driver sat on the left rear horse, so he could keep his right arm free to lash the team. Since he was sitting on the left, he naturally wanted everybody to pass on the left so he could look down and make sure he kept clear of the oncoming wagon’s wheels. Therefore he kept to the right side of the road.' Given the influence of Napolean across Europe and elsewhere and the desire of the Yanks to distinguish themselves from their British oppressors, it is hardly surprising that driving on the right gradually became the norm outside the UK and its major colonies - including much of Canada until post-WW2. Gibraltar is a notable exception, keeping right in harmony with Spain - a rule I must remember when I'm walking around there next Saturday - despite the 'British' bobbies, telephone boxes etc.
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    I don't 'do' politics [see piece above] - and I deplore the poor grammar of that expression too. But, as someone shaken by what has happened (quite aside from my political leanings, such as they are), I have to commend Freddy for some insightful comments which I consider have put things into sharp focus. In particular, I think he is dead right that Corbyn was very ready to promise the earth in the clear knowledge that he would not be called upon to deliver it - regardless of some very dubious costings. And, in doing so, he succeeded in convincing a large section of the population - and particularly students - that his was the one true path. And Freddy rightly identifies that at least one worthwhile result of the election has been the emasculation of the SNP and its gorgeous stiletto-wearing leaderene, leaving the United Kingdom to concentrate on more important cross-border matters. I am no tactician or diplomat and I do not pretend to understand the dirty game that underlies most political activity. But I cannot see how we could have another election within the foreseeable future without the liklihood of shifting the present position even further to the left. Many, of course, would welcome that and press for it - but if the Conservatives are to avoid further humiliation and potential defeat they must surely regroup and, much as Freddy suggests, introduce (and not just promise) measures which will fairly address the concerns of students, pensioners and the sick without bankrupting the country - or completely screwing middle-England, along with those 'fat cats' who have not by then emigrated. We shall see ...
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    He's also far too preoccupied with shouting at the TV and Tweeting
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    One big advantage of being a 'jack-of-all-trades' (and, one hopes, master of most), is that there is little loss of time or momentum on a major job which involves at least some work from a variety of trades, e.g. the plumbing, electrics, plastering, tiling and carpentry etc that would all typically be required when refitting a kitchen. I can, and often do, change hats several times during a day and my 'customer' does not need to engage, and wait around for, a whole series of tradesmen who, however skilled, will never all turn up when booked and inevitably both disrupt the programme and potentially cause problems for each other by either leaving something vital not done or jumping the gun instead of waiting for another task to be completed first. Unfortunately, wives and sweethearts usually fail to appreciate that efficient multi-tasking also requires a multiplicity of tools and materials to be on site simultaneously ...
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    In a perfect world, us husbands/partners would not need "DIY" skills. We'd contact reputable tradesmen who would do a quality job at reasonable cost, and everyone would be happy. That's not how it works. My first experience with "Trades" while a tenant started thus: In the early 80's after waiting 7 years on a council list, I got offered a flat. I accepted, since I was approaching my thirties and my girlfriend was keen for us to live together (though I didn't know that at the time). The place wasn't very nice, but it had potential. By the time I left, the place had been completely refurbished to a high decorative standard, not all done by me. I had a decorator mate who sorted out the ceiling (with paper) after I had dislodged the last of the polystyrene tiles from EVERY ceiling in the house. During the course of the initial repairs, I'd asked the council for money toward the cost of all the gap filling in the plasterwork. I felt it unreasonable to have to do all these repairs (due to warm air central heating) as much of the plasterwork had blown. They offer to send around a "plasterer" instead, which I accepted. A week before he arrived, I had bought a brand new cooker. At the time, it was a tad more than a weeks wages. Basic gas oven with four hobs and waist level grill. The plasterer filled holes with bonding to the surface. As Puffer will know, this stuff is a filler, used to produce the right position for a top coat of fine powder "finish" that can be polished to produce the nice smooth wall people paint. It was a bodge. Worse, the useless twat with a trowel, dropped something on my new cooker, and knocked a penny sized chip out of the enamel on my new cooker. When I found it, I reported it to the council seeking restitution. The twat denied involvement claiming it was there already. I didn't get a penny. When I sold the cooker some years later, it didn't look much like it had been used. The buyers couldn't believe the condition, given it's age. (Not much has changed. Our new cooker of 6½ years, still sits in the house unwrapped.) That was my very first encounter with 'trades', and experience has taught me, not much changes. I regularly see stuff, fully trained (apprenticed) trades have bodged, or left unfinished. While this doesn't mean everyone, I would say 90% of trades do only what they are paid for, as easily to them and as quickly to them as possible. No more, and if possible, they do less. ie. Someone local to me had a leaking gutter. Young fella "guaranteed" work, "fixed" the gutter leak using some roof repair mastic. A bit like black sand filled rubber. Except it didn't stick or at least didn't stay stuck. £90. It was never more than a £20 job, and even at £30, the expensive stuff that should have been used - if properly applied - should have ensured there were no further leaks. Some plumber who visited the same house since, has fitted some taps. One leaks. I think the homeowner is waiting for him to return to fix it. Less recently I painted a garage conversion. Two trades failed to correctly fill a plasterboard join, meaning I was left a crack in a newly plastered wall to correct. Both of these trades paid significantly more than me. The joiner did not fill the board gap, the plasterer plastered over the gap. Gaps allow movement, movement creates cracks. I had to dig out out plaster, fill gap, tape over joint (again) and create a smooth surface for me to paint. While my work remains intact, I hear other cracks have appeared since. And this is for a "regular" customer of the tradesmen who gets them work with other people. Two years ago I spotted a bricklayer doing some work across the road from me. Looked like a good job. (It turns out it was for his brother.) I got him to do some work for me. He turned up in the dark ..... Broke bricks I offered to cut (neatly) for him ..... Next day in daylight, I could see what a mess he had left. Last brick sits proud, and his broken bricks barely had enough material left to hold the brick above. I supplied the bricks, cost me £50 for a bad job. Did he get any more work from me? Take a guess. I spent nearly 3 hours filling the gaps he had left in the mortar. Bodger. We used to call then "chancers". The building game is full of them. I suppose, what people don't know, won't hurt them. But when you know the difference between a good job and a bad one, it hurts to see the work of people who do know better. But to womenfolk in particular, they just want stuff fixed, and quickly. My walking friend got a bedroom redecorated recently. She got fed up waiting for me to do two other small rooms (that had years of bodging to resolve before I could start putting paint on walls) so she got "a friend" in. He did the job quickly, in some ways. 4½ days at £100 per day - cash. The (supplied) blind he fitted, never worked and he should have known that when he fitted it. (Same fault with the replacement - which resulted in a refund for the blind.) The skirting board he painted has so much muck in it, feels like sandpaper. The papered edges around the window have come a little unglued. These were not cut off or re-glued, just painted. The uPVC sill (cill) that overlays the old tiles, not cut wide enough and excessive filler used to make up the gap. When it came to refitting the replacement blind (that was subsequently found to be faulty as was the first) he wanted half a days money for fettling work necessary on the replacement. Fettling that would not be necessary if he had removed the lump of plaster making the window rebate gap 3mm too short on width. On balance, she now knows she 'caught a cold' on hiring this fella. Of course women all know a "wonderful bloke" who did great work at a friends. I pointed one at a job once ... I still get earache about it, 4 years later. I don't do "DIY" in the normal sense of it, nor does Puffer. We are amateur builders, or property developers. Some of my tools are the best on the market. Some of them get a lot of use. Today I will be drilling over 100 4 inch deep holes repairing cracked walls built 40+ years ago. Usually these would be skimmed over by a plasterer, and in need of repair again in 2 years. I doubt my repairs will need re-doing while I still live. I fill the gaps in bickwork and mortar joins to ensure they can't move again. Takes time, makes a mess, but means it gets done once.
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    She's 5'3" tall. Not tiny, but not statuesque either. Average height for a British woman is said to be around 5'4" She certainly walks very fluidly in heels. I saw a few minutes of the concert. It struck a good note of defiance, even if it did seem a bit like a group hug at times.
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    Back to the more wholesome and relevant subject if heels - my, weren't hers high? And doesn't she walk beautifully in them?
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    My legal knowledge is just fine, thanks. As I say, anyone who tries using "hey, she's passed puberty" as a defence for a charge of having sex with a minor on the grounds that it is technically not paedophilia is on their way to a well deserved jail sentence. The girl in the photo is dressed in an extremely provocative way and at the same time doing her very best to look like a school girl and pandering to unwholesome tastes. This is not a case of some innocent waif who simply does not look her age.
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    I'm with Shyheels; 'difficult' and potentially critical or conflicting situations appear to arise with almost monotonous regularity as one's body-clock speeds up. World uncertainties, and those closer to home (including the election, regardless of the outcome, Brexit, terrorism ...) do little to inspire confidence in the future and thereby can undermine one's personal stability. Working in my elder son's garden on Saturday whilst my 10-month-old granddaughter sat and crawled in the sun gave me some renewed hope, however - as it should. She responds to any mention of 'grandad' with a big smile and I hope to enjoy her company for many years to come. And she might even inherit something worthwhile in due course if a future government does not confiscate or squander it all.
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    Sounds rather depressing. As you say, none of us is getting any younger and one does reach a stage - forks in the road - where one has to make some wrenching and potentially life-changing decisions. I hope you find a clear path for yours.
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    Yes, he's got one-termer written all over him, if he's not actually impeached during his first.
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    I'm guessing you braved the new world and ventured into The Big Smoke
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    I am so, so well acquainted with that
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    You mean, like Furries? Hopefully not. Let's stick to shiny.
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    No going down in flames, eh?
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    To be honest I doubt the guy at security gave your wedges even a moment's thought. They see hundreds of people daily for a few seconds at a time and I suspect they all become a bit of a blur. If you had been wearing pink patent thigh boots with six inch stiletto heels he might have recalled you later, but anything short of that would have been quickly forgotten, assuming he noticed at all in the first place.
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    Certainly not my favourite airline! No queues here fortunately, and Security was a breeze. I think the guy manning the belt was intrigued by my wedges I had to put in a tray... I'm sure several people have noticed them, especially as a couple of times the hems have caught under my heel, but I really couldn't care less! They're preventing backache. I know I'd rather have a few stares than suffer all the time I'm standing and walking around.
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    Sounds like you had quite an adventure. How you - or indeed anyone - manages all that in five inch heels is a bit of a mystery to me. Most impressive. Chapeau!
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    Fortunately we're flying with Virgin although BA and AA also offer seats on the same plane. Things seem to be resolved now anyway, but I feel very sorry for the thousands of people whose holidays were messed up, particularly those having to try to occupy bored kids. I've told my wife I'm wearing the wedge sandals. Our next door neighbour is kindly taking us to the local station from where we can get a train to the airport. She's seen my heels before anyway so it won't be a surprise for her. I'm not sure when I'll next be able to log in but I'll let you know how I get on through Security in heels!
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    Embarrassing yes, but as you say why would you be expecting the cleaner to unplug the thing?
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    That's a pretty silly screw up. Business partnerships are always fraught. A good rule of thumb - never go into business with a friend, not if you value the friendship