Timbo

Hi Guy's Please heed this warning: Make sure your software is compatible with Windows 10 before installing. A computer engineer who thought he was doing me a favour installed Windows 10 on all of my machines and the results have been catastrophic! Windows 10 does not like any form of software that is graphics intensive! All of my animation, film editing and 3d Modelling is crashing left right and center. Lorri, is you have a graphics problem take it to an engineer. Windows ten will not fix anything with your graphics and judging from what its done to my machines chances are it will make yours worse. I'm now going through all of my machines, reinstalling Windows 7 after wiping each machine and starting from scratch reinstalling all of the software. Two down nine more to go!

Practise manoeuvres before you arrive on the Broads with the aid of a shopping trolley in Tesco. You can also use the shopping trolley technique for practising sailing maneuvers by drinking fourteen pints of Stella Artois before aimlessly staggering from side to side up and down the narrow aisles.

Can .someone .help .with .this .full .stop .problem .I .am .having .with .my .laptop? Since .my .return .from .the .boat .and .starting .my .laptop, .everytime .I .press .the .spacebar .I .get .a .space .and .a .full .stop .or .period. .When .I .press .backspace .to .delete .the .period .the .volume .control .panel .opens. If .I .press .the .return .key .I .get .an . l like .the .one .above. l lI .think .I'm .going .mad! .What .on .earth .has .happened .and .how .do .I .stop .it?

Lightening flashed! It tore the Norfolk night in a sizzling jagged slash, illuminating the storm tossed 'pick up stick' reed beds of the Northern Broads. The air tasted of tin, hairs at the nape of the neck tingled. In the distance the forlorn 'put put putting' of an engine carried over the marshes as around the bend in the river glided Orca. Her ghostly crew lashed to the makeshift tiller. Moonlight showed from behind the edge of storm clouds and glinted from the calciferous form of Orca's Captain, who with folded arms made his own skull and crossbones. The Captain beckoned and, if only the cadaver had lips to read, would have said 'see you at the NBN meet in Beccles'! For you had seen Orca...The Ghost Ship!

Unless you are fishing your handbag/dog/wallet or a rope out of the water PUT THE BOAT HOOK DOWN! If you really really really feel the need to fend your boat from another with something... use the MOP. The sight of someone approaching my wooden boat with a boat hook in their hand intent on putting dents into the cabin I've laboriously sanded and varnished or shoving a metal hook through my glass window makes me a little batey. Please leave the boat hook alone, and don't let kids play with the thing. Better still, Hire Companies please remove them from your craft..or at least replace the metal ones with plastic?

Orca, flying a forum flag, was spotted passing Wayford Bridge the other day. I did give a friendly hail...well...that's what I intended...what actually came out was... "Oi! It's all right for some swanning up and down the river...come back and give us a hand getting some of this work done!" as I brandished a multi tool with a saw blade mounted! A friendly wave and Orca carried on down stream!

Robin...just spat my coffee on the laptop screen! I have one of these... An Uncle Albert! Anyone who wants one just PM and you can have mine. The Ant seems to be the favourite speeding grounds of the privateers especially in an evening just before the turn to Stalham just before dusk. Uncle Albert enjoys shouting 'slow down' and waving his arms up and down just in case they didn't hear his Petty Officer holler. To be honest its the most exercise he gets these days. After one incident where a privateer was astounded that someone dare tell him off for speeding...his wash had caused Uncle Albert to spill hot tea on himself...I told my daughter of the trick we once played as scouts in our village during an anti car speeding campaign. As venture Sea Scouts we had donned our peaked caps and armed with an old hair dryer which we pointed at passing motorists we managed to get everyone slowed down to 30 mph as they drove through the village. Grabbing her hair dryer Holly tried it on passing boats...the trick still works! For some reason pointing a hair dryer at speeders makes them slow down. It might work even better if you plug it in...wind resistance sort of thing!

I think someone's got it in for the ole Pesky Mod! I mean...I'm all for a bit of moderator based sport...limited obviously to heart attack inducing post titles, but to set lions and tigers and things with big teef onto our jocular Jockanese is a bit beyond the pale! Least they could do is supercharge Scoot to give him a bit of a chance! Edited to add: Of course on reflection, with a headline like that it could be little more than a plan to introduce Wolverhampton Wanders and cheap deodorant across the border!

I was at Wembley. Queen/Bowie & Dire Straits and the young lady stood next to me sans t-shirt & underwear were the highlights. Lowlights were Adam Ant (garbage) and Led Zep (Utter Garbage) Patti LaBelle (I lost the will to live).

Thanks guys. I will add the information to the investigation and get it up on the website in the history section.

Really? I went there and it did nothing but piddle down for two weeks. It was freezing cold, all the locals talked about you in a foreign language and when they did talk to you all they did was moan about the English buying holiday homes, the English Parliament and the state of Welsh rugby...oh hang on a minute...as you were... I was thinking of Bala

Coorie up wi' mah tea hen aam pure guttin'! 'En pack mah poke aam aff tae teach australians hoo tae play crickit!

Thanks Jean, the all new website is slowly coming together after the latest hack! Finished the first part of the history page and just editing together some footage from one of the trips we took year before last down the Ant. I wanted to turn up to a meet and make some friends before I brought Pater along...honest! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YiXsuyYa4c

Having retrieved Uncle Albert from hospital yesterday (binging on fruit scones and biscuits gave him a hyper) plans are once again in motion for his return to the Broads. As he has now cocked up plans to make a separate run to take down all of the essentials he needs but we would not manage to fit in the car on one journey I have to try and reschedule the trip down but.... Uncle Albert will be arriving in Broadland on on the 16th of this month for a week. So my usual plea...if you see a sailor hat on the A17/A47 don't return it to us and if you see me with one foot on the bank and the other on top of a sailor hat in the water...just walk on by and don't ask who what's under the sailor hat.

The ex mother in law was German Iain. I can remember her at the wedding smiling and nodding at me whilst speaking German. Unfortunately for her my favourite aunt from West Berlin was sat beside her...There's 'nowt like a good punch at thee wedding lad!

I listened to the programme with interest Polly. Leaving VI Form I had little or no skill in debate whatsoever. This left me looking at the prospect of a distinct disadvantage upon attending University...not that I realised at the time. Fortunately the MP's Austin Mitchell and Marcus Fox visited my VI Form College to 'discuss' or give us an insight into politics. Marcus Fox gave the students the usual Thatcherite blather...forgetting he was talking to a student body made up of the sons and daughters of recently redundant miners and steel workers. Austin Mitchell however sat quietly for twenty minutes, listening to Marcus Fox and then politely interrupted. He then started to 'teach' us the why debate is important and the skills required to conduct it. He brought Marcus Fox into what had now become a 'lesson' instead of a hustings. I sat with the rest of the student body for two hours totally fascinated as both men spoke. What impressed me was that Austin Mitchell was not interested in passing on his particular political view. He did pass on his infectious interest in debate and I distinctly remember the way he kept asking us 'what do you think?' and 'what are your opinion's on this?'. It was the first time I had sat with fellow classmates where we discussed our views reasonably and openly.

Doctors are a pain for misdiagnosing! I went to the GP (some german feller) with chest pain. "So you haff chest pain! Vot vould you like me to do at 6 O'clock in the evenink?" asked the GP, after I explained I had suffered strokes and already had one heart attack. The GP sent me to walk home where he would get an ambulance to call on me. The ambulance turned up three hours later and I could hear the crew telling my neighbour that it was a non urgent call. Once inside my house they took one look at me...I was going blue... and I was 'blue lighted' to hospital...profound apologies were given all the way to Lincoln. The specialist at Lincoln telephoned my GP from my bedside the following day and gave him the rocket of a lifetime. Consequently if I ask for an appointment at my GP these days I am seen within twenty minutes by my new GP. Talking of things hospital... Uncle Albert put himself back into hospital this morning by binging on fruit scones and biscuits last night. His blood sugars were in the 30's this morning and off the scale when the ambulance crew turned up and checked him on their blood sugar measure. Although sugar levels are now falling they have admitted him to the CDU for further checks. I have of course emptied his biscuit and sweetie stashes into the bin.

'Tourist' swings swan round by neck I find this kind of behaviour absolutely abhorrent! It seems that morons are not limited to the UK!

Waiting on my burgee being delivered....then lets see where we can get it seen

Here's how I handle the nuisance marketing and scammers. I don't have a landline, I don't give out my mobile number to anyone. Instead I give them the number of someone who I honestly can't abide and let them put up with the headache. I have a personal email account and then one for all the muppets that demand an email address as 'part of their service' or 'its a required field'. If someone wishes to communicate with me and it is an important matter...they will take the time to write to me the old fashioned way. But remember to train your postman/woman. I have trained my postwoman to dump junk mail straight in my bin instead of through the letterbox. If cold callers always seem to knock on your door specifically...seeming to avoid houses around you, take a good look at your garden walls and gate. I spotted a tick mark had appeared by my door. This was a bit of 'sign' used by the scammers to show I was a good target. I looked up the marks used and discovered that a sign like the hash sign on your computer keyboard but with three strokes in each direction meant 'police will be called'. I chalked the 'hash' mark by my door...and I'm now left alone. My favourite marketing bumf came from the Stannah Stairlift people. They sent me a lovely brochure about their stairlifts addressed to 'The Occupier of the Ground Floor Flat'.

I've started work on rebuilding Royal Tudor's website and started resizing and sorting photographs, yet never once wondered exactly where the following photographs were taken. Mid season and Nigel will be up to his eyeballs in work so I wondered if any of the eagle eyed forum members might have an idea. Both photographs were provided by Nigel Royall and both were taken in the 1960's...but from where?

Actually Iain is correct...its nothing to do with our Jockanese speaking neighbours. It's all that loot being collected by the chinless and brainless in Westminster and the City, as they strip the nation's assets and hoard it, that's slowly tipping the Witches Pig back leg first, into the Channel.

Congratulations Robin, welcome to the world of wood and varnish...which surprisingly leads to a world full of plastic divider boxes full of useful odds and ends and a table saw stored under you bed!

I saw something shocking today. A young (ish) mother with a very young baby dressed only in a disposable nappy, in a pram, no shade on the child as the shade was being used to carry loose shopping and a purse. The child was screaming, and had sunburn. Local plod were already having words with the mother and calling for a car before I had chance to place a call to them. I could hear the mother shouting 'where am I supposed to put my f******' purse then?' at the WPC. Brain dead some people!

Our beloved Maurice isn't biodegradable, incorrigible is the word I think you're looking for Iain? Back to that there bridge Swift...can you point me in the direction of some of those surveys as I'm currently writing a paper on historical water levels and the archaeological datum I have indicates very little or no difference in water levels between 63 BC and present levels?