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I've told the tale before of when I was contracting at GWR-FM in Bristol. On the hottest day of the year, the power went off; the Cabot Centre was being built at the time and the builders had cut the main supply for the entire area. Being a radio station (well, about seventy of them all told, though some were just robots) they had backup generators which immediately kicked in. And, almost as immediately, one of the generators caught fire
I'd only just got down there, as I was mainly WFH at that point. We were evacuated, and the fire brigade put it out, but only having one generator meant they could only just keep up with the demands of the studios, so those of us who weren't DJs were sent home; or, in my case, off to my room at the Premier Inn
UBS 1991. They decided to test their UPS. During a trading day.
Of course the test did not work and then had no power for most of the day.....
The livingroom light flickers at about 21:00 every evening, but to make sure there wasn't a loose connection in the fitting I decided to have a look inside.
Getting it off was difficult, getting the fecking thing back on worse.
I couldn't understand all the bits of packing (i.e. folded up bits of cardboard until I attempted to get the damn thing back on.
Ill designed barely covers it.
It's hanging on by a thread at the moment and we'll see later this evening if the connections are better now there's crimps on the fecking things.
It'll have to come off again tomorrow so I can fix it back up properly.
This time after I shot it, Millie picked it up and shook it to confirm it was no more. Thankfully it was a goner, as they have a nasty nip, particularly if they catch a dog's nose.
One of said books is that infinitely pretentious tome "The Name of the Rose".
The less said about that pile of tulipe the better.
I remember my brother insisting on watching the film one Christmas - must have been Boxing Day 1989. It dragged on forever, even though it's apparently only about two hours long
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