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NO NO NO!!! Don't say that! he wasn't incompetent, at all, very thorough and dutifull, in fact. What a nice man!!!

He kept pointing to a LCD display thing on his dashboard. Said that he'd timed me between two bridges that were exactly half a mile apart. I'm guessing it was some kind of stopwatch that could then calculate speed. I know what you mean with the bike though. Whenever I'm riding, I'm always looking for the telltale signs on the cars in front of me, y'know twin rearview mirrors, more than one ariel, missing garage stickers in the rear window, etc. You get to know the signs and ride accordingly, but this was different, just looked like any other rep-mobile. But I'm not sure that the police use RX8's though, do they? None the less, I had a very, VERY lucky break, fortune most certainly shone on me yesterday

I was coming out of "nearby city centre" this afternoon, heading home. I accelerated quite hard up the very long slip road onto the three lane carriageway at the top and seeing a clear road behind, pulled out into the third lane to overtake the rover drivers in front of me. I guees I must have just nudged over a ton, but once I got past sttled down to a more 'sensible' 90 or so. Behind me was a 5 series beemer estate that was intially left behind but soon made up ground. As he started to close the gap, I thought " oi oi, he wants to play", so I let him close in a little more, and just before I was about to drop down a cog or two, the f**ker put on his blue lights!!! Needless to say, with my heart in my throat, I pulled over at the next layby to recieve my punishment. He invited me into his car and commented on what a nice car I had. I said that I suspect that wasn't the reason for stopping me, to which he said "no". He said that he's timed my distance between two points on the road and averaged me at 97.7mph which, he said would mean court and an automatic ban for being over 95.5 mph. Luckily, I was as humble as I could be, and apologetic, and he said that he would simply issue me with a fixed penalty. After checking through his folder, he discovered that he'd run out of tickets, and after a little chat/reprimand, he allowed me to go on my way (at a more moderate pace). I can't believe how lucky I was And, it's only fair of me to extend my gratitude to the officer in question for his leniance. Shoulda bought a lottery ticket, bugger!

It came with a 18-70mm lens in the box, which will do for the close up stuff. We're staying at Bamburi beach, about 12k north of Mombasa. Planning the inevitable safari, but also hoping to take a balloon trip around Kilimanjaro, great for piccies

Thanks chaps. It's a Sony a350 DSLR. I was going for a Canon EOS or something, tried out quite a few and on recommendation from an impartial source settled on the Sony (edit; I forgot to mention, it also got the EISA award '08-'09). I also picked up a 75-300mm telephoto lens, UV filters and a polarizing filter (for nifty horizon shots!). I bought 2x Sandisc extreme flash cards @ 2gig each (for safety), but will look into getting some more memory cards. All in all, I think I did pretty well with a few extras thrown in, gratis. I've been reading through the instructions (I know these are for girls and should be thrown away as soon as they're removed from the box, but hey...), and am sort of getting my head round it, but I reckon It'll be a while before I'm a threat to anyone here!!!

In anticipation of jetting off to Kenya for my 'olidays in a fortnight, I went out and bought myself a new camera. It's a digital SLR type jobbie and the first one I've really had, my last being a rather old Sony Cybershot compact. Now, I don't know nuffin about photo software for the compooper, 'cause the Cybershot just linked into the USB and displayed the snaps. So I was wondering what would be the best software for a relative newbie to get to grips with? It's hard to say what I want to do with my pictures as I don't know what the different packages offer. So, as there are a few of you that are into your snapping, I'm really hoping you can offer some tips. Many thanks Carleton

Wicked! They just turned up, too

At some point today I will be taking delivery of a complete set of Brembo callipers, discs, etc. These are to replace my JDM non-Brembo brakes (obviously). I have read lots on the site about new wheels and whether they will fit with the Brembo callipers, but I cant find anything to say whether my 17" standard alloys will still fit with the new brakes. Does anyone know? Also, As I am not so technically/mechanically minded as I'd like, would I be wiser to get everything replaced proffesionally, ie the local ATS or something, and how much can I epect to be charged? Thanks Guys

DISASTER!!! Last night I forgot to fold in my wing mirrors (can you see what's coming?), I reversed out of the garage this morning and dragged the nearside mirror down the wall I am now the proud owner of a defective car, the mirror housing has a crack on the underside, and the lense has multiple cracks running down the face rendering it fairly unusable. I could get away with the surround, until I get some CF covers at least, but I need a replacement lense. Any and all help much appreciated. Incidently, if anyone does have a complete unit lying around in gunmetal, I'd be interested to hear from you. Cheers guys Carleton

Get yourself over to Whitley bay. You'll have a great time, one of the best places in the UK for a weekender!

A Priest is walking down by the sea near his Parish one day and comes upon a man fishing, whom he knows from his congregation. Before the man can see the Priest he catches a fish and yells out "Got you, you fcuker!" The Priest admonishes him for his language, but not wanting to have to pay penance on his next visit to church, the man tells the Priest that that's the name of the fish. "It's actually called a 'Fcuker Fish' Father. That's the species of fish." He says. The Priest says he didn't know that and apologizes for jumping to conclusions. The priest then asks if he can have a go fishing himself. Only seconds after putting the rod in the water, he catches a fish himself. "I've got a Fcuker too!" he yells, then wraps it in paper and heads back to the church where he meets his Bishop. The Bishop compliments him on the fine looking fish and the Priest say "Yes, I caught the Fcuker myself." The Bishop is shocked until the Priest explains that this is what the fish is called. Then the Bishop offers to fillet the fish for the Priest. The Bishop and Priest they go to the kitchen where a nun has the job of cooking for them. After exchanging greetings she asks why they're there. The Bishop says, "Actually sister we need a sharp knife so I can fillet this Fcuker." The sister is absolutely beside herself until it's explained to that this is the name of the fish, whereupon she offers to cook it for all their dinners. So as luck would have it, the Pope drops by for a visit and of course, they invite him to stay for dinner. The Pope eats some of this fish and clearly loves it. He declares, "This is the best fish I've ever tasted. It's wonderful. The young Priest then proudly tells him, "Thank you Your Holiness. I caught the Fcuker myself." Then the Bishop adds, "and I filleted the Fcuker." and the nun says, "and I cooked the Fcuker." The Pope is completely silent for a few moments. He looks around the group very slowly, then pushes his chair back and pours himself a large whisky. He produces a huge cigar from inside his robes, lights it, puts his feet up on the table and says, "Y'know, you cnuts are alright."

An Australian, and Irishman and a Scouser were sitting in a bar There was only one other person in the bar. The three men kept looking at this other man, for he seemed terribly familiar. They stared and stared,wondering where they had seen him before when suddenly the Irishman cried out "My God! I know who that man is - it's Jesus!" The others looked again, and sure enough, it was Jesus himself, sitting alone at a table. The Irishman calls out across the lounge "Hey! Hey you! Are you Jesus?" Jesus looks over at him, smiles a small smile and nods his head "Yes, I am Jesus," he says Well, the Irishman calls the bartender over and says to him "I'd like you to give Jesus over there a pint of Guinness from me." The bartender pours Jesus a Guinness. Jesus looks over, raises his glass in thanks and drinks. Then the Australian calls out "Oy you! D'ya reckon you're Jesus or what?" Jesus nods and says "Yes, I am Jesus" The Australian is mighty impressed and has the bartender send over a pot of Fosters for Jesus which Jesus accepts with pleasure. The Scouser then calls out "Oi whack, would you be Jesus?" Jesus smiles and says "Yes, I am Jesus" The Scouser beckons the bartender and tells him to send over a pint of bitter for Jesus, which the bartender duly does. As before, Jesus accepts the drink and smiles over at the table. Finally, after finishing the drinks, Jesus leaves his seat and approaches our three friends He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking him for the Guinness When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement "Oh God! The arthritis is gone! The arthritis I've had for years is gone! It's a miracle !!!" Jesus then shakes the Australian's hand, thanking him for the lager Upon letting go, the Australian's eyes widen in shock "By jingo mate, the migraine! The migraine I've for 40 years is completely gone - it's a miracle!!!" Jesus then goes to approach the Scouser who falls back off his chair and shouts "**** off, mate! I'm on Disability!

Prime minister Gordon Brown was visiting a primary school in North Yorkshire where he looked in on one of the classes. They were in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asked Mr. Brown if he would like to lead the discussion on the word 'tragedy'. So the illustrious leader asked the class for an example of a 'tragedy'. A little boy stood up and offered: 'If my best friend, who lives on a farm, is playing in the field & a tractor runs over him and kills him, that would be a 'tragedy.' No,' said Brown........' that would be an accident.' A little girl raised her hand: 'If a school bus carrying fifty children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy' 'I'm afraid not,' explained Mr. Brown ' that's what we would call great loss' The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Gordon Brown searched the room. 'Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?' Finally, at the back of the room, little Johnny raised his hand. In a quiet voice he said: 'If a plane carrying you and Mr. Darling was struck by a 'friendly fire' missile & blown to smithereens that would be a tragedy.' 'Fantastic!' exclaimed Brown. 'That's right. And can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?' 'Well,' says little Johnny 'it has to be a tragedy, because it certainly wouldn't be a great loss and it probably wouldn't be a accident either!'

A tourist walked into a Brighton curio/antique shop. After looking around for a while, he noticed a very life-like bronze Statue of a rat. It had no price tag, but it was so striking that he decided to buy it anyway. He to ok it to the owner and said: 'How much is this bronze rat?' The owner replied: 'It's £12 for the rat, and £100 for the story.' The tourist gave the owner his £12 and said: 'I'll just take the rat, You can keep the story.' As he walked off down the street, he noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the sewers and begun following him. This was a little disconcerting, so he started to walk a little faster, but within a couple of blocks the swarm of r ats had grown to hundreds, and were all squealing and screeching in a very menacing way. He increased his speed & ran on towards the beach, and as he ran, he looked behind him and saw the rats now numbered in their thousands, and they were running faster & faster. By now very concerned, he ran to down the pier and threw the bronze Rat far out into the water. Amazingly, the thousands of real rats jumped into the water after it and were all drowned. The man walked back to relate all this to the shop owner, who said: 'Ah, you've come back for the story then?' 'No,' said the tourist, 'I came back to see if you've got a bronze Muslim Fundamentalist Cleric, a couple of immigrants, a Poof, a Manchester United supporter, and anything French!'

After a bit more digging with google, I discovered that there should be a sticker like you said. Went and checked and it's there however, it's all in hobbit. Not to worry, I've got it now. I was in a desperate rush before as I had a full day in front of me and the search button was not being very helpful. Mods, you're welcome to move/remove this thread now.

Thanks lads, all sorted now.

Not a major crisis, but can someone advise me of tyre pressures (already did a search without luck) My manual is useless, and the downloadable manual is no help either. Mine are standard 17" alloys with Falkens ont the front, Potenzas on the back. Need this quite quickly if you can help. Mods, please, move this only after I get the answer

You sure?

That's a beautiful model. I've just been looking at Panerai watches for my next tax right-off I really like the 1950 GMT tourbillon, but can't justify the price of that one Hope you find someone to appreciate your's.

Don't rush into buying the first one that grabs your eye, there will always be great Zeds around for you, and at competetive prices too. When I bought mine last year, I let the dealer think that his was only one of three or four I was considering, and that I was very happy to get the right one, not just the first one. It was incredible how twitchy they get when you stay in control

Credit crunch + oil and gas = Nah!

Like those wheels. A LOT!!! such a shame they don't do 'em 19". I'm totally torn now, was set to go for deep-dish rims with a polished lip, but now...... I just can't make up my mind!!!

It's a nice looking car. Knock 'em down a bit on the price though, highish mileage, JDM, so a bit pricey. Lovely motor