The Internet, Late nights, The joy of learning and the last Mini out the Factory

I have been pondering stuff today first of all due to the Power of communication I found out something a bit mad.

Right, I am not going to do a copy and paste and I am not going to just give you a link.

I will give you a Brief teaser of what I thing is a Pretty mad Story and a good example why The internet is compulsive.

...and why I struggle to get an early Night.

I am into Old cars, I like finding out about Old buildings, abandoned rusty stuff.
 It is my thing, Like some may like to sit beside a river with a Fishing rod, Or others like Getting a Metal Stick and whacking their tiny balls into the the next county Proudly telling anyone within Earshot How handicapped they are.

Neither Fishing or Golf are my thing, but hey this is my example so I reserve the right to talk in an animated fashion about the subject.

Occasionally I Look on Urban exploration sites, I like looking at pictures of decaying old buildings ,Factories and Funfair stuff Especially.

One day a while back I was on an UX forum just nosing and I saw Pictures of the former Austin Rover Plant.
Sadly the British car industry is on its arse and this was a casualty.

Parts of this vast factory were really old. It had a network of tunnels below it to help the workers get from one part to another during WW2 . It was perceived as quite a target for the Germans efforts at reconfiguring the area into something a bit flatter you see.

So there were quite a few Tunnels, and these Tunnels existed right up until the closed the factory.

In later years somehow or other a Gold 1275GT Mini ended up down one of these tunnels. If legend is to be believed... A factory worker went for a spin in it, Crashed it, and hid it there hoping no one would notice it gone.
Experts believe the car dates from 1974 and it ended its days with 11 miles on the Clock.

The car then gradually got looted and vandalised by workers who knew the secret until it was a battered shell.

and that's what I saw on this UX site.
Interesting story but it didn't end there, well it did for me for a year or so Cos I forgot about cool story or not.
It was a fun but none the less story that was going nowhere.

Well its not like anything was going to happen to it was It?

Wrong! there I was surfing for rusty old things last night and after reading about Spitfires buried in Crates, up popped the Mini again only this time it is being auctioned off soon.

What the? How? Why?

Guess what I went looking for next :D

I found all sorts on mini Forums, saw the arguments for and against its exhumation from the tunnel.
Saw Videos of it as found and as partially restored. and found out its frankly mad estimated auction value.

The Kudos of having the last mini to leave Longbridge is high apparently.

and with compelling reading like that a click away an early night is unlikely

So with that I'm off to look for interesting stuff.

Laterzzzz
M


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Postman Pat Bins and Politics

Someone once wrote the phrase "It don't matter who you vote for the Government will still get in" and they were bang on the Money.

I cannot say hand on heart I trust any of the parties any further than I could throw them.

This poses a problem for me, To vote, and who for?  not to vote? or draw a Cock on a ballot paper (This however could be misconstrued as an allegiance to any of the Major parties mind)

Its a tricky one that's for sure the only thing I can see is a bunch of Headwanders feathering their own nests bitching at the opposing party,and Haemorrhaging money quicker than a Local Council before rinsing everyone for more.

Talking of Local councils how come we all get letter telling us that we will be fined for putting the Bins out too early.
...and then the Binmen merrily leave them scattered with the same Finesse as a Hurricane.

I swear today If Mine were any further from where I left them I would need to enter a different Postcode in a satnav to find them.

but If I were not to leave them in exactly the right place or dare to place the wrong item in them, they would refuse (see what I did there) to take them.

Following on, I am all for saving the planet but FFS they are bins not a filing system.

Talking of recycling those various Banks for disguarded items, Bottle banks, Shoe banks, Clothing banks, Book Banks.
Well they are not really banks are they, sure enough you put stuff in them , Like a bank.

But just see the looks you get with your arm wedged in the Book bank rooting around to see if there is any worth reading.

Apparently withdrawals are frowned upon.

Moving on swiftly...

There seems to be a lot of double standards going on in society in general these days.

Pubs need to be family friendly these days, Restaurants the same, you no longer will find an Ashtray in either, but you will be able to find a Highchair In just about any.

Kids are now welcome into what was recently a GROWNUPS environment. They are free to squawk, Screech , Scream their lungs out, and run around your legs while you attempt to sit and eat nice Quiet Meal.
 So a once grown ups world has been infiltrated.

but with the Shoe on the other foot. If you try as an Adult to get admission to the local soft play area for a go in the Ball pit they will refuse you blank.

and If you are in the Local shopping centre try squeezing yourself in the Postman Pat ride and see how long It takes for security to rock up?

I bet you don't get the money in the slot before being told you are not welcome.


Its a bit crap really

anyways

that's all for now

Peace Out

M

Media,Fame Imaginary friends and Fireworks

Are people getting thicker? or is it just me? (Yes I am well aware of what I have just typed).

I am well aware of the media playing tricks on everybody. They make people think stuff is Fact when its not necessarily so.
I'm pretty sure most of you realise this too.

So where am I going with this?

For example have you noticed everything on TV seems to be a product placement these days for starters.

Anything involving a phone vote X factor, B Listers on Ice The latest (Insert someone famous for Musicals) thinly veiled Grooming session. or some bunch of Cunts who are locked in a House/Jungle etc with cameras rolling.
The latter I am quite happy to have them locked up , just without the cameras Please.

You know the score "call 3 to vote for your favourite" Well Its all bleeding obvious this is run off people phoning in and wasting their phone bills.
Fair enough if people didn't watch this shit and didn't phone in they would stop doing it.

All harmless enough.

The thing that I have noticed recently is the BBC and ITV  to the same degree seem to be using News programmes as a way of cross pollination to advertise these and other shows.

and THAT is naughty.

News is News, It is supposed to be factual, it is supposed to be about shit that effects us.

Its not a trailer for Simon Cowells latest cash cow for the hard of thinking.

and spinning straight off at a tangent...

What is it with the types that enter these instant fame things?

I can see why they do it, I just disagree with the concept of drawing someone off the street with the concept of fame and fortune.
Here's a mike you are on telly, roll cameras.

How the fuck does that work, from Bathroom Mirror crooning into a Hairbrush ,to Primetime Telly.

They get their minute in the Sun, but the product is ultimately disposable.

I cant tell you who won last year, and fuck alone knows about before that.

Just maybe I'm an Old fart here, I try and avoid this shit like I avoid Getting Fisted by someone in Chainmail.

Very vigorously (Avoiding Both)

That firework song springs to mind, They Shine brightly for a few seconds and Poof .....Fizzle...GONE!

(Co incidentally I had a warped thought today if Suicide bombers Play that song to themselves before pulling the pin)
"Baby your a firework KABOOM!"

Yup I'm going to Hell...

I am fine with going to Hell by the way, I have seen the shiney eyed nutters that fuck up a Sunday lie in with Good news.

If heaven is full of this lot you can shove it up yer Arse.

Heaven is supposedly subjective anyway, and their Heaven sounds like Hell to me.

Behave all your life, just to go somewhere you will end up needing to behave again, Nope its not selling to me.
The thing is with these People...
They don't even seem to suss the juicy irony in them waking me up just to thrust a Propaganda leaflet in my hand with the catchy title "AWAKE!".

"Hrrummph I wasn't but I am now you cunt" 

Now don't get me wrong I have no truck with religion, Its not for me, but if it gets you thorough the day then great.  Stick your hands together bang the shit out of your tambourine and praise the Fucking Lord (Other imaginary friends are available)

Just don't Fuck up my Lie in :D

Laters
M

Testicle testicles 123

So here we are again, Long time no rant. I spose I should explain my long term absence to the world of blogging.
I was busy :D
So there you go, but fuck it I'm back now

Blog of the Bog is over, Sorry there is only so much mileage you can get out of toilet humour. Besides Im not a Cleaner anymore so I just don't have the material to offer you anymore.

However I offer you this instead The Rantyliner, Why Rantyliner? Its a sort of play on words , I like ranting, and to the casual observer would appear to be that I am on the blob

What will I write about? Anything that takes my fancy ,That's the beauty of a new format.

When will I write it? When I can be arsed.

Will It involve corse language typos cuss words?  FUCK YES! You bet yer dead Granny's dry old Cunt it will!

So Peace out for now and stay tuned

Nuff Love
Mark