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15 April 2005, 10:24 AM
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Originally Posted by Matt P
I still find this one by Yoza good 
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=316134
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When the blue lights come on, is there a law as to how fast you stop.
Or should I say, are you breaking the law if you stop too quick ?
I like to SLAM on before the first blue flash has expired, takes the smug look off the ******* face. And if he rams you he is in deep ****.
Always look in the RVM during this opperation for full view of the eye bulging, white knuckel moment.
Last week I was pulled for a none DVLA conforming front plate, the copper was traffic and driving a Volvo estate. He drove past me in the opposite direction, he nearly broke his kneck looking at the plate as I drove past. Then he did a big 'Starsky & Hutch' in the middle of the road, crime of the century.
He was accelerating hard as I noticed the lights on the front of the bobbing up and down as he changed gear. He was right behind me in a very short space of time and flicked on his blue lights.
BANG.......I slammed on, proper SLAMMED ON.
You should have seen his face.
He got out with his WPC partner, one looking a bit pale, and the other looking purple and rather pi55ed off.
He said "What the hell are you doing ?"
"Going the gym." I said.
It all went down hill after that.
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=316134--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When the blue lights come on, is there a law as to how fast you stop.
Or should I say, are you breaking the law if you stop too quick ?
I like to SLAM on before the first blue flash has expired, takes the smug look off the ******* face. And if he rams you he is in deep ****.
Always look in the RVM during this opperation for full view of the eye bulging, white knuckel moment.
Last week I was pulled for a none DVLA conforming front plate, the copper was traffic and driving a Volvo estate. He drove past me in the opposite direction, he nearly broke his kneck looking at the plate as I drove past. Then he did a big 'Starsky & Hutch' in the middle of the road, crime of the century.
He was accelerating hard as I noticed the lights on the front of the bobbing up and down as he changed gear. He was right behind me in a very short space of time and flicked on his blue lights.
BANG.......I slammed on, proper SLAMMED ON.
You should have seen his face.
He got out with his WPC partner, one looking a bit pale, and the other looking purple and rather pi55ed off.
He said "What the hell are you doing ?"
"Going the gym." I said.
It all went down hill after that.
15 April 2005, 10:40 AM
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Originally Posted by Tiggs
Ahhhh, Sti's first ever post! Closely follwed by his attempt to record his dump valve by removing his bonnet and leaning out the window with a tape deck recorded while shifting gear.................which promted a load of PM's from people wanting the wav file...........i mean...seriously wanting it!
Yeah! I never did get that wav file!
Disclaimer: I never actually sent a PM
15 April 2005, 10:43 AM
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Mole threads
Sat in the office and cried the first time i read it, even now it brings a huge smile to my face. Desparately trying to find all 3 of them now, want to read to conversation he had with the 'old boy' in the garden center'
If anyone finds it post the link up.
If anyone finds it post the link up.
15 April 2005, 10:51 AM
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Originally Posted by TelBoy
Yep, the garden centre bit gets my overall vote. That has to be the funniest thing i've *ever* read, not just on here. Priceless.
Here's the links, but they're gone
Someone wanted to know where they all were...
No.1 - http://www.scoobynet.co.uk/bbs/thre...threadid=206191
No.2 - http://www.scoobynet.co.uk/bbs/thre...threadid=206871
No.3 - http://www.scoobynet.co.uk/bbs/thre...threadid=208266
Mak.
No.1 - http://www.scoobynet.co.uk/bbs/thre...threadid=206191
No.2 - http://www.scoobynet.co.uk/bbs/thre...threadid=206871
No.3 - http://www.scoobynet.co.uk/bbs/thre...threadid=208266
Mak.
15 April 2005, 10:54 AM
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the mole threads..
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=mole
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=mole
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=mole
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=mole
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=mole
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=mole
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15 April 2005, 10:55 AM
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tHIS'LL MAKE YOU P1SS YER PANTS
[QUOTE]After reading some of the comments from my last "Mole Update", I have decided to try a more covert style operation. I now have 14 holes.
Seeing EvilKoyotes note about the use of Strychnine, I decided that poisoned worm kebabs is the way forward. Unsure where to get Strychnine from, I went to my local chemist and asked for 'something to poison moles with'. The assistant, apart from looking at me very suspiciously, suggested I went to a garden center. I told her that I had already tried that route and that I had taken advice (from Scoobynet - but I didnt tell her that bit!!!) that poison was the best remedy for the situation. I asked her for her recomendation on what to use and she explained that a chemist was 'usually used to dispense products that save lives, not kill poor defenceless animals'. She clearly did not share my predicament and I probably made things worse when I said that these 'defenceless' little buggers had already cost me over £70 quid, had ruined my perfectly flat lawn and had now moved into the flower bed and laid siege to my Wife's favourite hosta's and begonia's. She wasn't impressed and said that she did not think she could help me as I needed a 'Strych 3' form from DEFRA in Bristol in order to buy the stuff. She then completely ignored me and went on to discuss some old ladies yeast problem with a district nurse who happened to be in the shop at the same time. I left.
Back to the garden center for some professional advise. My local garden center has an 'advise desk' where spotty little oiks lurk around at weekends pretending to know about green things (but who couldnt really tell the difference between a daisy and a stealth bomber). Sometimes, if your lucky, there is an old guy who works there and I have spoken to him before - he seems to know his stuff (his latin is particularly impressive and usually renders all normal plant names useless from twenty paces) and it was his wisdom I sought (a bit like Jason and the Argonauts seeking out the three blind old witches with only one eye between them - or was that Perseus? Not sure) Anyway, I finally catch up with this old guy who is drinking his tea perched on a large blue glazed pot near the Azalia's (currently on offer - 2 for the price of 1 at the moment if anyone's interested). Funny how old gardeners all wear the same clothes isnt it? Wellys, blue shirt with rolled up sleeves, braces and MOLESKIN TROUSERS! A good sign - if he can kill enough moles to make trousers then surely I will have enough to clothe him in a matching sports jacket and tie!! (assuming this poison idea works)
Conversation kinda goes like this...
"Hi. I wonder if you can help me?" I enquire... As usual for garden center staff, he looks me up and down with little interest and decides straight away that I'm an idiot but, as its his tea break, he'll humour me.
"Elp Ya?" he says (gardners all talk the same too dont they?)
I tell him about the Mole(s) and my failed attempts (which make him laugh and me feel like a prat) and then I tell him about my plans to slip poison into their worm pie without them noticing anything's amiss. ("Does this worm taste a little off to you dear?") He looks at me like Im a Osama Bin Poisonin but notices the desperation in my eyes and eventually decides to help.
"Best way to get rid o' the bu66ers is gig 'em oot" he says.
"Yeah I know - but I have a big area to cover and would probably need a JCB to dig it all up" I reply.
"If yer gonna poison 'em, need Striknin" he says - "but you gotta 'ave a loicence before you can buy it. Makes 'em have convulshuns see, curl up an doi they do" He says... "Arsenic works too mind - and not so harsh on cats and dogs that eat it by mistake" he says. "They simply doi quieter"... I couldnt help but snigger at this point...
"Got anything I can buy?" I ask...
"ooh no," he curses, "Ya cant sell that stuff 'ere," he says "there'd be dead gardnin foke all o'wer the county" he says. (Not such a bad Idea I thought present company included) "Did you know there's a song about Mole catching? he says...
At this point, with visions of Dick Van Dyke bouncing around a garden center, I decide its time to leave the silly old sod to his cup of tea and seek alternative advice. He was clearly a lunatic.
Later that afternoon, after two more failed attempts at getting common sense out of Garden center staff elsewhere, I decide to try the Internet. A quick search on Yahoo and Google reveals that Im not alone in trying to get rid of the pesky little sods. Pages and pages of clever ideas are available but nothing guarantees a result nor compares to last weekends antics in terms of sheer imagination. General concensus seems to be (in no particular order of certainty) 1. Dig em out 2.Trap them 3.Poison them 4.Smoke em out. Having tried 2 and 4, I have to give number 3. a go leaving number 1 as a last resort as I simply dont have the energy left!
I rummage through the garage to find whatever terrible concoctions I can find - White Spirit, Drain Cleaner and 3 in 1 multipurpose oil are about as evil as I can find. I try the cupboard under the sink... Thick Domestos, window cleaner and Mr. Sheen. Desperate for results, I decide to use all of them.
The drain cleaner is quite impressive stuff. With my pink marigolds hoisted up my arm as far as they will go I pour out some of the stuff into a large old jug (99% sulphuric Acid it says on the bottle). To this I slowly add the white spirit and 3 in 1 - mixing very gently as I go. It starts hissing and spitting... a good sign. Never seen a witches brew that didnt hiss and spit. Next goes the Mr Sheen, Window Cleaner and Domestos. The bleach comes out quicker than expected and quickly drowns the mixture. It smells foul. Moles might love it! This'll teach the little sods...
Next - the worms. I need to catch some big juicy worms to inject this smouldering concoction in to (No - it really is smouldering too! Looks like a nightcap for Frankenstein). Now never having been a fisherman, Im not accustomed to catching worms but I have heard that if you sprinkle water on the ground and pretend to sound like rain you can attract them to the surface. Armed with a full Watering can I wet an area of soil holding the can up high on a pair of steps so the water falls on the ground harder and thus sounds like real rain. (Whilst doing this I noticed the neighbours pointing at me and smiling from an upstairs window while I was up the ladder. Pah, they can laugh - wait til they find the dead goldfish in their recently fumigated pond...)
Nothing happens. No Worms. More water is needed I think so I get the hosepipe (which is now 8 feet shorter after last weekends offensive) which I tie to the steps pointing upwards and turn on the tap. Have a cup of tea and a ciggy whilst waiting for the ground to saturate. When I go back to the wet area, lo and behold - worms - dozens of the bloody things after turning just a spadefull or two of soil. We're in business. I collect about 30 of the largest worms and put them in a sealed jar for safekeeping along with some soil for them to .... well, what ever it is that they do with it (eat,crap,eat,crap,eat,crap - no wonder there are so many worms!). I take them back to garage and, one at a time, inject them with about 20cc's of the concoction using an old syringe (I kicked the habit now officer!). Its funny watching the worms try to swallow 20cc's of anything as they blow up like a balloon or a condom at a stag do. With many pumped up to almost bursting point now, I swiftly take the worm coloured ping pong ***** back out in to the garden and start dropping them into the mole hills and their tunnels below. My Wife - bemused as always - watches from the kitchen window. She doesnt understand...
Anyway, confident of results, I retire for the evening.
Sunday morning bright and early and off we go to take a look to see whats happened.
.
.
.
.
Nothing.
Out of desperation I decide to dig up one of the more recent hills. Inside the hill, I find some of the very dead earth worms still pumped up like small balloons. It is clear that the tunnels have been used by the moles a lot as they are well trodden. I decide to follow one of the tunnels with my spade, digging it up as I go until eventually I reach another Mole hill and... low and behold - what looks like a den or burrow underneath it and off to one side. Inside this den are several more earthworm carcasses and the strangest looking - and so far the only - (dead) mole I have ever seen. To start with I thought it was a baby badger - Its head is kind of fair or blond, not black as you would expect. Then it dawns on me - the mole must have tried a worm balloon and when it had bitten into it, the pressure must have exploded the secret potion in the moles face leaving Sulphuric acid and bleach all over its head (hence the whiteish fur) So Whady'a know - I got one after all!!
I couldnt find any more. Maybe, just maybe this was the only one. I am keeping an eye open for new holes having now flattened the previous 14.
Cat brought home a sparrow with a white head yesterday.
Mak
[QUOTE/]
Seeing EvilKoyotes note about the use of Strychnine, I decided that poisoned worm kebabs is the way forward. Unsure where to get Strychnine from, I went to my local chemist and asked for 'something to poison moles with'. The assistant, apart from looking at me very suspiciously, suggested I went to a garden center. I told her that I had already tried that route and that I had taken advice (from Scoobynet - but I didnt tell her that bit!!!) that poison was the best remedy for the situation. I asked her for her recomendation on what to use and she explained that a chemist was 'usually used to dispense products that save lives, not kill poor defenceless animals'. She clearly did not share my predicament and I probably made things worse when I said that these 'defenceless' little buggers had already cost me over £70 quid, had ruined my perfectly flat lawn and had now moved into the flower bed and laid siege to my Wife's favourite hosta's and begonia's. She wasn't impressed and said that she did not think she could help me as I needed a 'Strych 3' form from DEFRA in Bristol in order to buy the stuff. She then completely ignored me and went on to discuss some old ladies yeast problem with a district nurse who happened to be in the shop at the same time. I left.
Back to the garden center for some professional advise. My local garden center has an 'advise desk' where spotty little oiks lurk around at weekends pretending to know about green things (but who couldnt really tell the difference between a daisy and a stealth bomber). Sometimes, if your lucky, there is an old guy who works there and I have spoken to him before - he seems to know his stuff (his latin is particularly impressive and usually renders all normal plant names useless from twenty paces) and it was his wisdom I sought (a bit like Jason and the Argonauts seeking out the three blind old witches with only one eye between them - or was that Perseus? Not sure) Anyway, I finally catch up with this old guy who is drinking his tea perched on a large blue glazed pot near the Azalia's (currently on offer - 2 for the price of 1 at the moment if anyone's interested). Funny how old gardeners all wear the same clothes isnt it? Wellys, blue shirt with rolled up sleeves, braces and MOLESKIN TROUSERS! A good sign - if he can kill enough moles to make trousers then surely I will have enough to clothe him in a matching sports jacket and tie!! (assuming this poison idea works)
Conversation kinda goes like this...
"Hi. I wonder if you can help me?" I enquire... As usual for garden center staff, he looks me up and down with little interest and decides straight away that I'm an idiot but, as its his tea break, he'll humour me.
"Elp Ya?" he says (gardners all talk the same too dont they?)
I tell him about the Mole(s) and my failed attempts (which make him laugh and me feel like a prat) and then I tell him about my plans to slip poison into their worm pie without them noticing anything's amiss. ("Does this worm taste a little off to you dear?") He looks at me like Im a Osama Bin Poisonin but notices the desperation in my eyes and eventually decides to help.
"Best way to get rid o' the bu66ers is gig 'em oot" he says.
"Yeah I know - but I have a big area to cover and would probably need a JCB to dig it all up" I reply.
"If yer gonna poison 'em, need Striknin" he says - "but you gotta 'ave a loicence before you can buy it. Makes 'em have convulshuns see, curl up an doi they do" He says... "Arsenic works too mind - and not so harsh on cats and dogs that eat it by mistake" he says. "They simply doi quieter"... I couldnt help but snigger at this point...
"Got anything I can buy?" I ask...
"ooh no," he curses, "Ya cant sell that stuff 'ere," he says "there'd be dead gardnin foke all o'wer the county" he says. (Not such a bad Idea I thought present company included) "Did you know there's a song about Mole catching? he says...
At this point, with visions of Dick Van Dyke bouncing around a garden center, I decide its time to leave the silly old sod to his cup of tea and seek alternative advice. He was clearly a lunatic.
Later that afternoon, after two more failed attempts at getting common sense out of Garden center staff elsewhere, I decide to try the Internet. A quick search on Yahoo and Google reveals that Im not alone in trying to get rid of the pesky little sods. Pages and pages of clever ideas are available but nothing guarantees a result nor compares to last weekends antics in terms of sheer imagination. General concensus seems to be (in no particular order of certainty) 1. Dig em out 2.Trap them 3.Poison them 4.Smoke em out. Having tried 2 and 4, I have to give number 3. a go leaving number 1 as a last resort as I simply dont have the energy left!
I rummage through the garage to find whatever terrible concoctions I can find - White Spirit, Drain Cleaner and 3 in 1 multipurpose oil are about as evil as I can find. I try the cupboard under the sink... Thick Domestos, window cleaner and Mr. Sheen. Desperate for results, I decide to use all of them.
The drain cleaner is quite impressive stuff. With my pink marigolds hoisted up my arm as far as they will go I pour out some of the stuff into a large old jug (99% sulphuric Acid it says on the bottle). To this I slowly add the white spirit and 3 in 1 - mixing very gently as I go. It starts hissing and spitting... a good sign. Never seen a witches brew that didnt hiss and spit. Next goes the Mr Sheen, Window Cleaner and Domestos. The bleach comes out quicker than expected and quickly drowns the mixture. It smells foul. Moles might love it! This'll teach the little sods...
Next - the worms. I need to catch some big juicy worms to inject this smouldering concoction in to (No - it really is smouldering too! Looks like a nightcap for Frankenstein). Now never having been a fisherman, Im not accustomed to catching worms but I have heard that if you sprinkle water on the ground and pretend to sound like rain you can attract them to the surface. Armed with a full Watering can I wet an area of soil holding the can up high on a pair of steps so the water falls on the ground harder and thus sounds like real rain. (Whilst doing this I noticed the neighbours pointing at me and smiling from an upstairs window while I was up the ladder. Pah, they can laugh - wait til they find the dead goldfish in their recently fumigated pond...)
Nothing happens. No Worms. More water is needed I think so I get the hosepipe (which is now 8 feet shorter after last weekends offensive) which I tie to the steps pointing upwards and turn on the tap. Have a cup of tea and a ciggy whilst waiting for the ground to saturate. When I go back to the wet area, lo and behold - worms - dozens of the bloody things after turning just a spadefull or two of soil. We're in business. I collect about 30 of the largest worms and put them in a sealed jar for safekeeping along with some soil for them to .... well, what ever it is that they do with it (eat,crap,eat,crap,eat,crap - no wonder there are so many worms!). I take them back to garage and, one at a time, inject them with about 20cc's of the concoction using an old syringe (I kicked the habit now officer!). Its funny watching the worms try to swallow 20cc's of anything as they blow up like a balloon or a condom at a stag do. With many pumped up to almost bursting point now, I swiftly take the worm coloured ping pong ***** back out in to the garden and start dropping them into the mole hills and their tunnels below. My Wife - bemused as always - watches from the kitchen window. She doesnt understand...
Anyway, confident of results, I retire for the evening.
Sunday morning bright and early and off we go to take a look to see whats happened.
.
.
.
.
Nothing.
Out of desperation I decide to dig up one of the more recent hills. Inside the hill, I find some of the very dead earth worms still pumped up like small balloons. It is clear that the tunnels have been used by the moles a lot as they are well trodden. I decide to follow one of the tunnels with my spade, digging it up as I go until eventually I reach another Mole hill and... low and behold - what looks like a den or burrow underneath it and off to one side. Inside this den are several more earthworm carcasses and the strangest looking - and so far the only - (dead) mole I have ever seen. To start with I thought it was a baby badger - Its head is kind of fair or blond, not black as you would expect. Then it dawns on me - the mole must have tried a worm balloon and when it had bitten into it, the pressure must have exploded the secret potion in the moles face leaving Sulphuric acid and bleach all over its head (hence the whiteish fur) So Whady'a know - I got one after all!!
I couldnt find any more. Maybe, just maybe this was the only one. I am keeping an eye open for new holes having now flattened the previous 14.
Cat brought home a sparrow with a white head yesterday.
Mak
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15 April 2005, 10:58 AM
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Ooops - Ok try again - they are actually old format URLs:
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=206191
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=206871
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=208266
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=206191
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=206871
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=208266
15 April 2005, 12:36 PM
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Originally Posted by Carlo
People seemed to think my posts were funny.. idiots
"My prode and joy" : http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthread.php?t=87697
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LOL - gems like these remind why I still post on this site It's a toss up between Norman and the Moles at the moment, with horse hunting coming in a close 3rd
It's a toss up between Norman and the Moles at the moment, with horse hunting coming in a close 3rd
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http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=wasp
This one made me chuckle ... wasp thread .... the fun really starts on page 4. Attention to detail is where its at.
Gary
This one made me chuckle ... wasp thread .... the fun really starts on page 4. Attention to detail is where its at.
Gary
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Originally Posted by Gutmann pug
http://bbs.scoobynet.co.uk/showthrea...highlight=wasp
This one made me chuckle ... wasp thread .... the fun really starts on page 4. Attention to detail is where its at.
Gary
This one made me chuckle ... wasp thread .... the fun really starts on page 4. Attention to detail is where its at.
Gary
I forgot about that one, the "campaign" and the way it was described and photographed was excellent.
Steve.
