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I agree with Pedro on this one, but also agree that there's a difference between " fine tuning " a picture ( cropping a bit, erasing the reg number, redimensioning etc ) and there's serious photoshop type manipulation like making the sky blue when it wasn't, adding or removing elements, which is a little bit cheating really. where to draw the line and how to decide is the real problem. I would be inclined to make no stipulations at all other than those already in place and people vote for which pic they like best according to their own criteria if it becomes silly people will either stop voting or stop participating.

I know the bloody clients turned into wankers since covid. One more thing that made me have to get out form the boat hire thing. I originally put it down to me getting older but everyone I'e spoken to agrees that it IS the clients that have become shits. I have actually spoken to 2 people in the businees who have ceased hiring out boats and now just run a Marina and repair service, because they couldn't deal with the shits any more.

welcome Saul, no such thing as daft questions, only stoopid answers and there's some world champions for that on here...

one of my kids said she wants a dog for Christmas. We normally have a turkey but if it'll make her happy...

never used them but I get the impression that it's a bit hit and miss as far as reliability and quality are concerned, Michelle's advice sounds the soundest to me.

I only realised this morning that no-one as going to ring me for help this weekend. fucking brilliant, a real weight off the shoulders.

having spent a week NOT scrabbling around in filthy bilges, NOT trying to calm down dissapointed clients, NOT doing field repairs, NOT pulling berges around and NOT trying to organise everybody else, you'll probably NOT be surprised to know that this weekend I have NO back pain, NO swollen painful knees, NO swollen fingers or toes and nobody is relying on me to answer the phone and sort out their problems. I am therefore going to make a second attempt at the Lac des settons this afternoon.

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in case of doubt break glass.

allo allo...

12 as per UK BUT, and it's a technicality but a big one, here they add points from 0 to 12 rqther thqn tqke them off from 12 to 0, so if you're low on points, come speeding in france and they'll put some back on...

what, like forplay?

being "extra-european" I don't think they can organise the points, but they could insist on immediate payment of the fine, even if it involves them escorting yo to the nearest cashpoint... ( seen it done to a client for a speeding ticket)

I used to have one of these, I cringe when I see what they're worth now...

it's only 90€ if you pay within 3 days but still 3 points.

it's the reason you'll find french drivers ( not parisiens) pushing right over the the right edge of the lane to let bikes past without having to cross a solid white line, it's 135€ and 3 points here ( if they see you)

that's a solid white line there you naughty boy! strung up by your balls here for that... ( if they see you)

lapsus significatif

yeah but this is rance Tym, there's just so much more class here, it'll be all sunken villages and romantic lost churches.... or mud and dead sheep

I wanted to go and get some pics of the Lac des Settons which is one of the feeder reservoirs for the canal which they've completely drained for the ten yearly inspection of the dam, but the weather is crap. I might try tomorrow but doesn't look much better.

Only pic taken this month

dunno mate, i wasn't taking in the atmosphere. didn't notice any particular mood in the hotels and restaurants, the brits I saw seemed to me to be as loud, ignorant and vulgar as ever. but then I was brought up in genteel lincolnshire villages, not big inner cities. N0 1 says that she was shocked last night when they went out for a drink around 9 pm and there were already girls her age absolutely legless lying in the gutter outside or stumbling around the bars screaming at each other with piss stains running down their legs... it's not so much the state of them that shocked her but that they were in that state by 9pm. To be fair, I saw no evidence of this in the Lincolnshire countryside I spent saturday afternoon walking around.

I left home at 07h00 friday morning, and drove to Liverpool, I had reckoned it would take about 10 hours... it actually took 14! just because the traffic in the UK is soooooo slow and dense. The brits drive like complete twats on the motorways too, any time there's 4 lanes, lanes 1 and 2 are completely empty with everybody driving 4 inches from the car in front in lanes 3 and 4. I lost count of the number of times I just played the ignorant foreigner and overtook everyone on the inside... wankers. On Saturday I drove from Liverpool to Louth and had a wander round the town but apart from the chinese restaurant, the indian and the "Mr Chips" chip shop i recognised none of it. Did the high school reunion thing sat night which was amusing and drove home sunday. 2200km in all. that's why I wasn't on here this weekend.

Sorry i misunderstood. bout an hour and a half, or 2 h if not on the autoroute, 140odd km i suppose.