I love the way a new pair of quality denim jeans make me feel.
Magic :agree:
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I love the way a new pair of quality denim jeans make me feel.
Magic :agree:
I work away a lot most weeks for a couple of days at a time and love when my 19 month old lad runs to me when I walk in the door after my shift.
I have that with my 15 month granddaughter, cute as a button, walking and talking (babbling with a few words in amongst it). I had a 5 min conversation with her on Monday, not a clue what she was on about but off she toddled with a big smile on her face happy that whatever she was on about, she'd told me. Love all 3 of my granddaughters, all at different stages in growing up, 11, 7 and 15 months but all equally make my day when I see them.
You need to be using the main, default style.
Then, follow the steps Mibbes Aye has outlined. Use the wee frame next to the icon of a reel of film. (That's for videos).
I prefer to upload my photos to Post Image
https://postimages.org/ and use the "Direct Link" to post in the "use URL". Remember to uncheck the "retrieve remote file" box.
It's much easier than it sounds.
Making bagels. Takes hours but when you’ve proved it twice and drop it into the boiling water it’s ultra satisfying to watch it puff up if it’s worked.
Bloody frustrating if it doesn’t though.
Making a cup of tea that really hits the spot. It only happens about 30% of the time. Maybe 25%.
It's not like coffee. Tea is mercurial.
This is true.
Obviously the cup should be heated before water on the boil is poured on the tea bag, but I think it's the size of sip you take that effects the enjoyment.
Try scoofing a larger than usual amount and see what you think.
A good cup of tea is very, very good.
I used to be a baker and making bagels is a skill that takes a bit of perfecting. The vast majority of bagels on sale in shops today sadly aren’t made using the proper process that you describe, they’re made just like normal bread rolls and coated with an egg glaze.
My dude completed it today, all 14 8000m peaks in 6 month and 6 days, the previous record for completing them all was 7 years and 10 months!! He also rescued 4 other climbers while he was it at
He had to quit the millitary as the MoD deemed it to much of a risk so he remortgaged his house and crowd funded to get it done
Making the solid disk of coffee grounds from my espresso machine disintegrate with my finger is a joy.
Or, watching them disintegrate in running water without me touching them and then disappearing down the plug.
Both can raise my spirits, twice daily.
Digging out an old coat you haven't worn for months and finding a tenner in the pocket.
Many years back I used to empty the notes from my pockets after a night on the beer as I knew my Daughters will do a raid in the morning, must have stashed £50 on top of the fridge as its nice and high. Two years later moving the fridge and the dosh fell onto the floor, bonus time because I was skint 😆
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I don’t seem to be able to post my photos on this forum.
Might stick them on the main board over the next few days and start a thread about odd Hibs memorabilia.
It might be because you are not a private member. Feel free to try PMing me with them and I will see if I can put them up. It will be interesting to see whether they are much different from the season I got mine :greengrin
On a related note, the photos I posted aren’t great despite being taken with an iPad Air, which is a decent enough camera. Having said that the photos themselves aren’t great, it is more the ability to increase size and definition.
I have posted photos on here in the past from a laptop synced to an Android phone which showed up much, much better, so I am surprised that Apple isn’t an improvement given they like to ensure the camera is good.
Any advice gratefully received.
I hoped you meant touristy rather than tourist tatty but can understand if it was the latter :greengrin
For anyone visiting Prague, it is on a street called Melantrichova, I think. Dead easy to find, essentially it leads from the top of Wenceslas Square to Old Town Square, past Mustek Metro station. If you find yourself at the Museum of Sex Machines then I think you have gone too far, if you get my meaning.
You seriously can’t miss it though, a lot of dolls are outside on display and there are scores and scores of teams inside, including Aussie Rules, tons of NHL, NFL, NBA and baseball, rugby and pretty much all the European top-flight football teams and international sides.
And the owner/manager is a nice enough guy. Friendly and personable.
Waking up on the 1st of November and still being a UK/EU citizen.
Aha that made me laugh [emoji23]
As an aside you can still take them to a bank and get £10 for them...same with the old pound coins.
Which came in handy for me recently when I decided the golf bag was finally due a clear out as it was getting a bit heavy, only to find I had been carrying around a huge pile of change accumulated over years in every bloomin’ pocket on the thing!
Watching Glen Campbell videos
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUICxv_0VV4
Glen Michael
Hearing a real coal fire crackle.
The Stones
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B51A6bcMeDY
The sound of running water in the garden, my Dad used to have a waterfall affect feature on his pond, loved sitting in the garden alone just listening to it.
Running/walking or cycling through the woods when its moist.
It's good to reconnect with nature now and again but the extra smells you get after it's been raining...very therapeutic.
I was at a bonfire last Saturday and it was the first time I'd felt the strong heat from a real fire on my face for a number of years.
There must be something primal about the pleasure we get from fire - the smell, the sound, the feeling of heat from it.
Lovely.
I spent a lot of time at my grandparents' house when I was wee, my grandad was a miner and they had a coal fire. Everything to do with a coal fire takes me back to happy place (I've never had to clean up after one though, which I'm led to believe is a messy nightmare).
I too remember a coal fire. It was a truly wonderful thing, the heat, the noise and mostly the memories it brings back. I remember the coal man used to drive along the street shouting coal and my mum leaning out the window to order a sack. The guy used to come up the stair absolutely filthy and empty the coal into the cupboard. A coal fire crackling away on Christmas morning when we got up as kids was magical.
When you’ve been playing 5’s for years with a guy who you’ve decided is a total prick, and then one week he turns up in a Hearts top......
I used to live in Clerwood. My house backed on to Fox Covert primary school playing fields.
I used to love watching the children jump up and down and run around screaming and yelling.
They didn't know I was firing blanks.
A website that runs like clockwork 😉
Gary Larson cartoons
That wee glow you carry the day after a win. Braw.
Cadbury’s Mini Rolls
My bairns not well just now. Nothing serious, just a heavy cold. She's feeling a bit sorry for herself and just keeps coming to me for cuddles, wanting to curl up on my knee and wanting me to tuck her up in bed at night. From the minute I get home from work to when she goes to bed she won't let me out her sight.
It's quite nice knowing someone thinks you can sort out all their problems and make them better.
Eating something you’ve not had in ages. Had potato waffles tonight for the first time in I don’t know how long and they were so good!
The problem pages in both The Telegraph and The Guardian. One revels in it's banality, the other is amazingly weird. Both are, at times, hilarious.
The Telegraph:
'Dear....
I'm a fabulously middle class lady who has a fabulously middle class life. Young Poppy and Hugo enjoy a wonderful education at our local independent school, it's Ofsted rating is simply marvellous. My husband is a very caring man who always makes sure I am always kitted out in all the latest fashion trends so I'm not out of place at the ladies lunch club. We holiday in the spring, summer and then enjoy hitting the slopes in the winter months. We have an excellent group of friends and to the outside world our marriage is a perfect one.
However I have a dark secret. Our sex life has always been satisfactory and we still enjoy our Wednesday evenings, Saturdays (only after a bottle of wine) and birthdays routine. In recent months I have been exchanging flirty glances with a rather rakish coloured chap who works in the village. Last week things went a step further when we said hello and he asked for my number. Since then we have exchanged a few texts and I even thought about him briefly whilst partaking in Wednesday coitous.
I'm absolutely racked with guilt and don't want to ruin my perfect marriage. Please help.'
The Guardian:
'Dear Sir....
I am University lecturer in Political Sciences. I have a wonderful life partner and we have 2 children to whom we have chosen not to assign a gender. We live a fabulous life and enjoy holidaying abroad and hitting the slopes in the winter. We are of course racked with guilt about this so pay for carbon offsetting and make our own compost. Our relationship has always been a happy one and we enjoy a range of ethical adventures together. As a lover I am tender, caring and ensure I put my equal partners needs before mine.
However I have a dark secret. For several months I have become obsessed with the idea of having my partner wear a Michael Foot donkey jacket and thrash me with a copy of the Morning Star whilst we watch uncensored footage of Tony Benn's speeches to the house from throughout the 80s. I finally plucked up the courage to suggest this to her but she was appalled. She couldn't believe I could reconcile the disparate views of Benn and Foot into a single fantasy and want's no part in it. However I suspect she has a hidden openness to the idea of light BDSM as when perusing the family tablet recently I discovered she had been viewing videos featuring the speeches of Mrs Thatcher. Please help.'
I could read them for days.
When they killed off Carl in the Walking Dead. He was a massive pain in the arse.
The noise of your car tyres on a wet road surface when you drive with the window open after a downpour.
Or maybe it's just me? :dunno:
Cornedbeef sli es mixed wibaked beans and covered in cheese. Oh ma ulcer! 😛😛
When you buy a cheap bottle of wine expecting mediocrity and it turns out to be something special.
Irn-Bru 1901. You can feel your teeth melting with the sugar. Superb.
Being served a perfectly poached runny yolk egg.
When you make home made burgers and they look better than Gordon Ramsays. Tasted immense as well!! :drool:
It's absolutely genius from Barrs marketing department.
Change a much loved recipe to a hostile reaction and state it's to avoid customers having to pay more because of the sugar tax. Conveniently discover a 'lost' recipe and bang it out at £2 a bottle as a limited edition. Get a very positive reaction. The final part of the plan will be sometime next year:
Release Irn Bru 'classic' at a slightly lower price than the 1901 stuff but more expensive than the current regular bottle.
Passes the sugar tax onto the consumer but avoids an immediate jump in price. Also turns a negative story into a glorious revival.
Thats exactly what will happen and amidst the frenzy of the classic bru bottles flying off the shelves the "new" unloved version will slowly be discontinued never to be seen again and punters won't give a toss about the small increase in price because they've got their beloved bru back.
Watching my wee girl in her first nativity play. She couldnt see me and was looking for me the whole time and was looking confused. When I went down to the front after the play and she saw me, that smile will stay with me forever. We had a dignified high five and I think something got in my eyes as I left
For any ophthalmologists who post on here, it is probably worth checking out events where fathers are watching their daughters perform, whether nativities, school plays or whatever.
They will find a lot of sudden and reactive moisturising of the tear ducts, involuntary and uncontrollable.
There is a fortune to be made telling us we have a condition that needs treatment. But to be honest, we just have daughters :greengrin
There was a recurring Paul Whitehouse character in the Fast Show whose routine was to find out what somebody did and say, “Aah...hardest game in the world, that is”.
I am pretty much convinced that being a father to a daughter is the hardest game in the world as well as the best game in the world. Life balances itself that way I guess :greengrin
TUC biscuits.
Not had them for years, Mrs Mibbes bought a packet. I’m like a dog with two tails in seventh heaven who doesn’t know I’m born, and any other metaphors and similes you can think of :greengrin
The look on Morelos’s face as he realises he’s just missed another sitter in an Old Firm Derby. I
When the same guy that gave me grief last week when I asked if I could help him approached me on Friday,held out his hand and apologised for his behaviour. We then started talking and I helped him out with an issue he had.
I had a satsuma yesterday.
Peeled like a dream, minimal wee white bits and as sweet and delicious as I can ever remember a piece of fruit tasting.
When fruit is good, it is truly outstanding.
Nancy Sinatra.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjsh2j7W6Bo
Golden Wonder Pickled Onion Crisps, they have no equal.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B51A6bcMeDY
Best of British innit?
Got right into Gerry Raffertys music recently. Some great stuff.
This could also appear on the pet peeves thread...
I hate niggly cheating footballers who spend the entire match kicking, shoving, sneaky fouling, and throwing themselves to the ground to try to win fouls, always whining at the officials...
... but it’s always brilliant seeing someone visit their actions back on them :greengrin
Due to the fact that I bought a bit of cheese at their deli about a million years ago, Harvey Nicks keep sending me emails.
The mind boggles at the inflated prices but what really boggles is the thought of the beauts who are obviously buying the rubbish. We've all seen them. In fact, some of us may be related to them.
Getting the right light switch first time when there's a choice of two (or more) on the same panel.
Jam piece with a cup of tea.
Getting to the toilet at 4am in the dark without stubbing your toes or whacking your knees against the dressing table.
Being first in the barbers chair at 8am on a Saturday morning.