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No idea, I've only ever subscribed to a single forum over the years and that was a Vauxhall Vectra one as it meant I could see a lot of the How To stuff and very hand it was as well. On XRV.org it used to be you couldn't sell stuff on there unless you were a subscriber (or even post on that forum) and there was a section with discount codes I think. At some point during my membership of UKGSer forum they switched to a subscription model and now I can't see a lot of the threads including the For Sale section. This is a bit weird because that means paying members only get other paying members making offers on stuff?? But as I only really read it to see the BMW mechanical failures constantly coming up, there is enough content to keep my black heart happy. It's similar to my love of problems pages, love the problems, have no interest in the answers.

Not absolutely sure if they still ask for subscriptions, I seem to have that membership level without paying anything, maybe a left over from being a moderator??

They bought XRV.org and it not only went down hill, but the moderators all left shortly afterwards (including me).

This thread is most excellent!

Cop a load of this!

Loved this when I saw it live on The Tube.

Has everything come over cos I was going to post a music video but can't find the thread about tunes to ride to or whatever it was called?

Are you a ghost?

What was the middle one again?

Just name it after some porn type words, you'll soon get to the top of any search engines.

When my left thumb really hurts as I pull my clutch in sometimes and makes me swear out loud, I always have the same chilling thought afterwards.... Please god, don't make me have to get one of those Africa Twins without the clutch!

I once shared an office with the Highways Maintenance people, the School Dinners monitoring mob, Parks department, abandoned vehicle wollahs, skip licencing experts and the Cleansing blokes at a time when my borough had been subdivided into 7 mini councils. What this meant in reality was that we got 7 very expensive chief executives and lots of managers but the staff who did the actual work did more tasks than usual, but over a smaller area. So the people mentioned above numbered 3 or 4 in total. So the man in charge of all the above 3 people looked after the general dustcarty type stuff, but also clinical waste, dead animal disposal, winter gritting and the washing of shitty clothes for ill people. The last was used to wash our building's union flag which was briefly on display until mobs appeared on a protest saying it was racist against the local Indian population. My comment from the back of the room that it had been their flag for a few hundred years were ignored. One day I heard this bloke take a call from a distressed resident who's Alsation had died at home. They wanted to know if the council would take it away and dispose of it properly. He asked where they lived and said that he had to walk past their flat on his way home for lunch so he would drop a form in to them which they needed to fill in before he could arrange it. So he knocks on the door and it opens. A tearful woman took the form from his hand, then before he could turn away, the man of the house appeared and plonked a blanketed dog's body into his arms so quickly it was grab it or let it fall to the floor. He had to get quite stern with them before they finally took it back off him. Put him right off his lunch he said. A short time before I had shared an office with the Planners and Environmental Health. This meant that whenever I went to the fridge to get milk for tea making I would see things like a dented tin with BOTULISM written on it in magic marker. One day one of the EH ladies came in (the lovely Sandra from Brum) and asked if I had a magnifying glass. When I asked what for she said that she had just been putting sticky tape down on someone's bed to capture samples of whatever was living in it, she showed me a wallet full of bits of tape. I thought for a while and then it came to me. The Microfiche machine! That made things big. Sure enough we popped a bit of tape in and this shadowy image came up in startling detail. She had a bug ID book and you worked through from head to tail on any bug, ticking things off as you looked at each part and eventually arrived at what it actually was. Something like a red chicken mite I think, how that got into a bed I have no idea.

https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/04/24/william-anthony-the-last-of-the-charlies-o/

Many many years ago a woman used to come in regularly to my work's front desk and say she was being spied on by 'MFI'. We think she meant MI5, but she could have believed that a furniture company were after her of course. One visit she got a bit out of her box and the police were called. As she was gently dragged away she shouted out to one of my friends, 'Tracy, Tracy, tell Cliff Richard I've been arrested!' I also know people that used to read the Sunday Sport and believed because what was written was in a news paper it had to be true. This included, but was not limited to, the story about a plane being found on the moon.