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Come Inside... => The Snug => Topic started by: TG on May 30, 2008, 08:15:33 AM
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...of Leicester.
Baby alarm panic : http://www.thisisleicestershire.co.uk/displayNode.jsp?nodeId=132935&command=displayContent&sourceNode=132702&contentPK=20740050&folderPk=77465&pNodeId=132393
and the nutter on the bus gets his shopping nuked : http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/leicestershire/7426562.stm
noooo:
Is this to remain the norm for next few years I ask myself?
No wonder I hang about in a virtual pub instead of a real one. I mean I might get me pint knocked over by the bomb disposal robot.
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...of Leicester.
Baby alarm panic : http://www.thisisleicestershire.co.uk/displayNode.jsp?nodeId=132935&command=displayContent&sourceNode=132702&contentPK=20740050&folderPk=77465&pNodeId=132393
and the nutter on the bus gets his shopping nuked : http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/leicestershire/7426562.stm
noooo:
Is this to remain the norm for next few years I ask myself?
No wonder I hang about in a virtual pub instead of a real one. I mean I might get me pint knocked over by the bomb disposal robot.
You're safe here... whistle:
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Pint of White Lightening please barperson...
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.postimage.org%2FaV1BBlV9.jpg&hash=673300b56433b68051c23c76851e1e2501af7c44) (http://www.postimage.org/image.php?v=aV1BBlV9)
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Pint of White Lightening please barperson...
(https://www.virtual-pub.com/SMF/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.postimage.org%2FaV1BBlV9.jpg&hash=673300b56433b68051c23c76851e1e2501af7c44) (http://www.postimage.org/image.php?v=aV1BBlV9)
With a bendy straw? rubschin:
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In my post office days (mid 1970s) parcels from Nor'n Ireland all came in through Southampton. We had an "Explosives Sniffer" ~ a machine that could detect the presence of certain chemicals through which all such parcels were passed. On one occasion the machine bleeped loudly, automatic steel shutters slammed down and a parcel was isolated. The bomb squad (being in Southampton this was actually provided by the Royal Navy from Portsmouth) was summoned. On arrival a man dressed in protective kit gingerly lifted the parcel out of isolation and carried it into the car park. Obviously everyone had been cleared from the area. The parcel was addressed to Army Married Quarters near Salisbury. The Navy decided to take no chances and carried out a "controlled explosion". This consisted of a remote control device ie a robot with a shotgun mounted on it. At the given signal from the officer a matelot pressed the button and the shotgun fired into the parcel. Nothing happened but to be safe they did it again.
I should have loved to have been there when the squaddy, too lazy to carry all his kit home and having had the brain wave of sending it through the post tried to explain to his Quartermaster why the Royal Navy had peppered his uniforms (which of course carried traces of explosive from the ammo he had carried for three months) with lead shot.
The postscript to this tale is that, over a cup of tea with the Navy Lads after the event I casually mentioned to the Sub Lieutenant in charge that his brave matelot who had carried the parcel out of the office and placed it in the car park had actually sited it over the underground petrol tanks that held the 12000 gallons of fuel for our fleet of vans. He went very very white.
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In my post office days (mid 1970s) parcels from Nor'n Ireland all came in through Southampton. We had an "Explosives Sniffer" ~ a machine that could detect the presence of certain chemicals through which all such parcels were passed. On one occasion the machine bleeped loudly, automatic steel shutters slammed down and a parcel was isolated. The bomb squad (being in Southampton this was actually provided by the Royal Navy from Portsmouth) was summoned. On arrival a man dressed in protective kit gingerly lifted the parcel out of isolation and carried it into the car park. Obviously everyone had been cleared from the area. The parcel was addressed to Army Married Quarters near Salisbury. The Navy decided to take no chances and carried out a "controlled explosion". This consisted of a remote control device ie a robot with a shotgun mounted on it. At the given signal from the officer a matelot pressed the button and the shotgun fired into the parcel. Nothing happened but to be safe they did it again.
I should have loved to have been there when the squaddy, too lazy to carry all his kit home and having had the brain wave of sending it through the post tried to explain to his Quartermaster why the Royal Navy had peppered his uniforms (which of course carried traces of explosive from the ammo he had carried for three months) with lead shot.
The postscript to this tale is that, over a cup of tea with the Navy Lads after the event I casually mentioned to the Sub Lieutenant in charge that his brave matelot who had carried the parcel out of the office and placed it in the car park had actually sited it over the underground petrol tanks that held the 12000 gallons of fuel for our fleet of vans. He went very very white.
Excellent! ;D
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In my post office days (mid 1970s) parcels from Nor'n Ireland all came in through Southampton. We had an "Explosives Sniffer" ~ a machine that could detect the presence of certain chemicals through which all such parcels were passed. On one occasion the machine bleeped loudly, automatic steel shutters slammed down and a parcel was isolated. The bomb squad (being in Southampton this was actually provided by the Royal Navy from Portsmouth) was summoned. On arrival a man dressed in protective kit gingerly lifted the parcel out of isolation and carried it into the car park. Obviously everyone had been cleared from the area. The parcel was addressed to Army Married Quarters near Salisbury. The Navy decided to take no chances and carried out a "controlled explosion". This consisted of a remote control device ie a robot with a shotgun mounted on it. At the given signal from the officer a matelot pressed the button and the shotgun fired into the parcel. Nothing happened but to be safe they did it again.
I should have loved to have been there when the squaddy, too lazy to carry all his kit home and having had the brain wave of sending it through the post tried to explain to his Quartermaster why the Royal Navy had peppered his uniforms (which of course carried traces of explosive from the ammo he had carried for three months) with lead shot.
The postscript to this tale is that, over a cup of tea with the Navy Lads after the event I casually mentioned to the Sub Lieutenant in charge that his brave matelot who had carried the parcel out of the office and placed it in the car park had actually sited it over the underground petrol tanks that held the 12000 gallons of fuel for our fleet of vans. He went very very white.
happ096
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There was another one yeterday in Leicester! noooo:
"Yesterday, bomb disposal experts were called in after a suspicious package was reported at British Gas offices in Leicester. About 500 workers were ordered to leave the site in, Aylestone Road, for about three hours."
The way its going here if I walk through the town centre and break wind violently the bomb squad will be called.
I reckon the buggers are on commission. angry041:
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About 500 workers were ordered to leave... for about three hours."
rubschin:
Now were can I get a suspicious package from?
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About 500 workers were ordered to leave... for about three hours."
rubschin:
Now were can I get a suspicious package from?
whistle:
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About 500 workers were ordered to leave... for about three hours."
rubschin:
Now were can I get a suspicious package from?
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whistle:
doh:
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The postscript to this tale is that, over a cup of tea with the Navy Lads after the event I casually mentioned to the Sub Lieutenant in charge that his brave matelot who had carried the parcel out of the office and placed it in the car park had actually sited it over the underground petrol tanks that held the 12000 gallons of fuel for our fleet of vans. He went very very white.
Bloody Hell, I hadn't realised that Nick served in the senior service whistle: