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General Discussion Area / Re: Really sad news.. Paul Lovejoy
« on: 07 June 2013, 11:04:49 »
Get well soon Paul
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Omega General Help / Re: Help with fault codes and engine knock.
« on: 21 April 2013, 13:51:17 »
As Mark said earlier, re check ht leads at dispack, it is easy to get them wrong if you just presume the order, I once did it the wrong way and had very simular problems.
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General Discussion Area / Re: A technical question
« on: 22 February 2013, 20:07:54 »
Do you need to remove the shite; the memory of the shite, or the mattress's memory of the shite?
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General Discussion Area / Re: Sticky for Jokes
« on: 23 November 2012, 20:33:43 »Magic Sandals
A married couple were on holiday in Jamaica . They were touring around the
market-place looking at the goods and such, when they passed a small sandal
shop.
From inside they heard the shopkeeper with a Jamaican accent say, 'You
foreigners! Come in. Come into my humble shop.'
So the married couple walked in.
The Jamaican said to them, 'I 'ave some special sandals I tink you would be
interested in. Dey makes you wild at sex.'
Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the
man claimed, but her husband felt he really didn't need them,
being the Sex God that he was.
The husband asked the man, 'How could sandals make you a sex freak?'
The Jamaican replied, 'Just try dem on, Mon.'
Well, the husband, after some badgering from his wife, finally gave in and
tried them on.
As soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he got this wild
look in his eyes, something his wife hadn't seen before!!
In the blink of an eye, the husband grabbed the Jamaican, bent him over the
table, yanked down his pants, ripped down his own pants, and grabbed a firm
hold of the Jamaican's thighs.
The Jamaican began screaming: 'You got dem on de wrong feet!'
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General Discussion Area / Straight to the point.
« on: 19 November 2012, 06:43:37 »
http://dotsub.com/view/72457cbc-fe18-4053-ae3f-6c7639cf4e79 Well he certainly says what he thinks.
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General Discussion Area / Re: Dishwasher
« on: 15 November 2012, 16:59:34 »Sea Cadets Hey?What do you think is happening at the minuteI wouldn't worry as it sounds like you have a bunch of little dishwashers on your hands!!
. So there is not only myself who will be happy if we can get this resolved. 
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General Discussion Area / Re: Dishwasher
« on: 15 November 2012, 16:57:09 »
Thanks again for the replys 
, I am struggling trying to find anything free online. Help on this would be appreciated. Surely someone must do free manuals?
I read somewhere that the pump maybe empty and by putting a few cups of water in the bottom may solve it, but as you can probably guess it didnt
, I am struggling trying to find anything free online. Help on this would be appreciated. Surely someone must do free manuals?I read somewhere that the pump maybe empty and by putting a few cups of water in the bottom may solve it, but as you can probably guess it didnt
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General Discussion Area / Re: Dishwasher
« on: 14 November 2012, 18:54:25 »
Thanks for the replys The water is back on, it was turned off to stop any leaks etc when the building was empty, They noticed it didnt work and it has been left unplugged ever since. ( months )
I thought there may be a reset procedure but believe it or not they cannot find the manual
The water is back on, it was turned off to stop any leaks etc when the building was empty, They noticed it didnt work and it has been left unplugged ever since. ( months )I thought there may be a reset procedure but believe it or not they cannot find the manual
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General Discussion Area / Dishwasher
« on: 14 November 2012, 17:04:19 »
Hi All, was just wondering if anyone knew anything about Dishwashers? Namely a Hoover HND 625, to cut a long story short the water to the machine was turned off before the machine started on its timed start.
It lights up as normal but refuses to do anything. Any help appreciated as this is for my local sea cadet group who cant really afford a new one at the moment and are hoping for an easy fix Thanks in advance.
It lights up as normal but refuses to do anything. Any help appreciated as this is for my local sea cadet group who cant really afford a new one at the moment and are hoping for an easy fix
Thanks in advance.
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General Discussion Area / Re: Bloody dog
« on: 25 October 2012, 21:26:09 »Oh yes. Our chocolate lab always gets between me and whatever I'm doing. He also has a shoe fetish comparable to Imelda Marcos. Bloody annoying first thing in the morning when you can only find one croc.Ah, so its not only our chocolate lab that has a shoe fetish, she is a nightmare.
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General Discussion Area / Something for the weekend?
« on: 19 October 2012, 21:05:03 »
http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/MG-Metro-6R4-Ex-Colin-McRae-2-5L-V64V-Rally-Car-6R4-com-2x6R4-Truck-Spares-/271069807268?pt=Automobiles_UK&hash=item3f1d0502a4
wonder how much he will give me for the mig as a part ex
wonder how much he will give me for the mig as a part ex
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General Discussion Area / Re: Sticky for Jokes
« on: 20 September 2012, 14:43:12 »Buddhism and Mystery
A man is driving along a very rough road in Tibet and breaks down near
a Buddhist monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and
says, My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car.
As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like
no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks
what the sound was, but they say, we can't tell you because you're not
a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry
way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same
monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car..
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had
heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,
We can't tell you because you're not a monk.
The man says, all right, all right.. I'm dying to know.
If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk,
how do I become a monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades
of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find
these numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns
and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the
earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you
had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and
231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
The monks reply, congratulations, you are correct, and you are now
accepted as one of us.
We shall now show you the way to the sound.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the
sound is behind that door..
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, May I
have the key?
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone... The man
requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made
of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind
that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went on
until the man had gone through doors of emerald,...
....silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, This is the key to the last door .
The man is relieved to be at the end. He unlocks the door, turns the
knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that
strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight
.... But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
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General Discussion Area / Re: Sticky for Jokes
« on: 09 September 2012, 21:12:39 »
I have a little Satnav
It sits there in my car
A Satnav is a driver's friend
It tells you where you are
I have a little Satnav
I've had it all my life
It’s better than the normal ones
My Satnav is my wife
It gives me full instructions
Especially how to drive
"It's thirty miles an hour", it says
"You're doing thirty five"
It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brake
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake
It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene
It lists the vehicles just in front
And all those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear.
I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice
It fills me up with counselling
Each journey's pretty fraught
So why don't I exchange it
And get a quieter sort?
Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,
Makes sure I'm properly fed,
It washes all my shirts and things
And - keeps me warm in bed!
Despite all these advantages
And my tendency to scoff,
I do wish that once in a while
I could turn the damned thing off.
It sits there in my car
A Satnav is a driver's friend
It tells you where you are
I have a little Satnav
I've had it all my life
It’s better than the normal ones
My Satnav is my wife
It gives me full instructions
Especially how to drive
"It's thirty miles an hour", it says
"You're doing thirty five"
It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brake
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake
It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene
It lists the vehicles just in front
And all those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear.
I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice
It fills me up with counselling
Each journey's pretty fraught
So why don't I exchange it
And get a quieter sort?
Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,
Makes sure I'm properly fed,
It washes all my shirts and things
And - keeps me warm in bed!
Despite all these advantages
And my tendency to scoff,
I do wish that once in a while
I could turn the damned thing off.