Round about, that’s a time reference and not to be confused with traffic roundabouts, Christmas time I suggested the track below to Nourishing Obscurity for the festive season. The kind host over there liked it and even suggested it would make a fine site anthem.
Just the other day, I had a thought and after a days rest and feeling better, I’d like to humbly suggest an alternative anthem idea if such is still a thought.
Now, this number goes back a-while and has featured here a couple or four times over the years, but if you drink in the lyrics - for readers still at university, that’s the words - I’m sure you can easily see the link between those words and the basic intent and message of very many, many Blogs and the Bloggers – okay, old bluggers - wot type them.
Okay, a Martin Scriblerus anthem then?
Just an idea in passing. Whatever, enjoy the music and remember, don’t give up on your dreams.
Quote; Ayn Rand.
“We are old now, yet we were young this morning, when we carried our glass box through the streets of the City to the Home of the Scholars.”
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I have a Foggy theme ready to go this evening:
https://youtu.be/tMQN2d1d3Js
Posting it at 8.30 p.m.
Mr Higham,
Very kind of you.
Trident 15 at the beginning? I was there. Lost one tow line but one tug managed to hang on and keep our starboard bow to weather with 800 meters of wire paid out. We got through it, all crew safe with not so much as a twisted ankle amongst us. It was a hell of a four days.
Mac,
How the heck can anyone snap the leg off a rig? It's those Slovak welders, that's what it is, you can't trust 'em.
Got called today by a small company that wants my welding skills to make a 20 ton pressure vessel. I'm going to have to take a weld test to renew coding if I want the job because the company is an ISO one, the old company keep your codings when you leave so I don't have them even though they are current. That type of job is a bit nerve racking, every weld is ultrasound tested, any faults will scrap the whole job. I'm tempted though because its a one-off special so the pay will be exceptionally good.
Ripper,
Take the challenge my friend.
I may have related this bit before.
I’m sure things have changed a tad but I remember back in the mists of time, working with a welder who’d once had a job on the construction of a nuclear power plant.
Rolled-up, day one and was issued a push bike. Then taken to the area he’d be working then told to cycle to the warehouse to get rods.
He got there expecting to get a box of rods but all he got was, excuse my memory, I believe five. Each rod was documented, signed out and signed as received by the welder and each slotted into a corresponding slot in his quiver.
Cycled back to the job site where the warehouse paperwork was checked and thus he burned his five rod bead.
Then wait and eventually inspections were conducted, more paperwork multi signed and the he could then peddle back for five more rods.
Thus every inch of welding in that plant was documented from date and time every rod was received, the temperatures they were stored at, date and time they were issued and to who, date and time each rod was burned and the precise position in the job and inspection results signed off by all involved.
He didn’t stay long as he found he was spending more time bike riding, waiting and signing paperwork than time spent actually burning rods.
Mac,
Ah, yes the red tape. No company I've worked for has gone that far, but one where we made mining equipment (namely the rings that hold up the tunnels) had a resident inspector from Joy Mining, formerly Doughty Mining. I was making the feet, from sheet steel 30 and 50mm thick with weld sizes from 30mm to 45mm leg length. This was MiG welding, not stick so we couldn't fuss about rods, however the spools of filler wire were graded.
Those weld runs were multi-run comprising of 6mm weld runs. The 45mm welds were made up of 29 x 6mm runs and there were charts up on the wall of the order in which those runs had to be made. Each foot measured about 10ft x 4ft and about 4ft in height, It weighed 4 tons. Every joint was ground up before welding to be perfectly spotless.
Once you started a run you were not allowed to stop. If you were to sneeze or anything during a run you had to keep going, so a welder was taken off the job if he had a cold or some other interrupting condition. They were lucky I reckon that none of the welders suffered from Tourettes... The ultrasound scan of every weld on completion by this tyrant of an inspector would detect any stop/starts and the whole foot would be scrapped. Then it was off to the office for a disciplinary.
Anyway, I've decided to go for this job - well, its not actually a job because its a one off and will take me a week at most, if I can stretch it out that far. That they are willing to get me recoded to do one job is telling me a lot. Perhaps there will be others further down the line because codings last for 3 years.
I've just dropped on this video, which apparently is an old one but I've not seen it before. Its of a poor Thai girl who is distraught because she's lost her boyfriend. I guess that he's still running. Have a smile for today buddy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pN_5hwYbm1M
Ripper,
Enjoy the job my friend and I'll almost guarantee word of mouth from the top will ensure more and similar work will come your way. Have at it.
Thanks for the scary video. Poor girl... Sorry, poor thing.
Ripper,
A good job followed by 'up top' word of mouth recommendations and you're assured of plenty of work.
Videos will be checked - with caution - this evening. Thanks. I think...
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