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My latest project is a Cornish mine house.
The first step was to decide on a scale as certain details demand constraints or compromises due to brick availability. The obvious one is the chimney which should taper, that in Lego is near impossible, and cylinder parts are available in 2, 4, 6 and 8 stud diameter options.
So far i think the size has been decided but I still need to work out how much of the working innards are possible with technic pieces at that scale.
The colour is going to need some work too. ‘Stone’ effect embossed bricks and cylinder pieces cannot be found in the same shade. No doubt it’s going to have to be rebuilt several times before I’m happy - but that’s all part of the fun, eh?

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Yep. Noticed that myself with similar excessive price gap. Odd really as it discourages you from ever browsing there and browsing often results in customers buying more than they intended. The tills are always at the very back of the shop so it takes a strong willed customer indeed to not take a peak or two at other stuff on the way through.
Their bargain bucket end of line baskets used to be awesome at times. I once saw a pair of Pace RC30 forks in there for £65.

Just got one of the above as well as a box of assorted bricks for my birthday. Had lots of things planned for today but somehow I have ended up in prison.

Hear about the robbery at the biscuit factory?
A Bandit hit a Penguin over the head with a Club and made a Breakaway in a Taxi.
Ok, so you probably need to be as old as me...

The Channel Islands and some fluffy inoffensive clouds this morning from, oooh, really high up.

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That’s a pretty close approximation - if my attempts at a hill club comp this weekend are anything to go by.

A favourite of mine is carrot, onion and tomato. Supported by a veg stock cube, water and black pepper to taste and a hand held blender to even out the texture . It’s lovely and sweet but some may like to add in a bit of milk to tone down the acidity. Any left-over veg can be chucked in too without affecting the taste much.

Oh god. That is so true it hurts and hurts.

Cut and stick. Elevation of each doesn’t match either. You are looking across at the roll and down(ish) at the coffee cup.

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For what I’ve heard so far today the BBC might as well close all its broadcasting sites and just repeatedly transmit the national anthem followed by two minutes of quiet sobbing.

Are you quoting Schwalbe’s marketing jargon?
A ‘UK specific’ tyre can’t possibly exist. The UK has a landscape as broad as anywhere in the world. Just cos it’s good for wet South Downs chalk doesn’t make it good for Scottish granite, Dorset heath and Devon mud.

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On a related note; had this wonderful effect on my car windscreen the other morning.

Companies trying to get the upper hand by claiming the postage of goods is by 24h service. I mean, what exactly is 24 hour delivery when you can’t prove exactly when the parcel was in the hands of the courier?
Last time I had to chase something I was told ‘dispatched’ just meant it was in the dispatch department, not sent by them.
Case in point; Two days after placing an order I get an email from a parts supplier saying it’s dispatched then 29 hours later I check Parcelforce and read this.

Yep. Pointless waste of (valuable) road space. I was behind a Nissan Juke the other day. The disparity between the width between the tyres and the width of the passenger compartment is utterly ridiculous.

Thinking of taking the kids to Euro Disney this winter? Don’t forget to take a packet of kitchen matches so you can strike them and stick them up your nose on by one to take your mind of the insufferable cold, shitty time and wasted expense you are going to put yourself through.

Likewise angle grinders cutting paving slabs. Noise and dust on a boiling hot weekend when everybody has every window open.

Button-up fly. God knows shopping is tedious enough if you are one of those people who is miss-proportioned enough to struggle to find the right sized clothes on a rack. But then, joy of joys, there’s a pair of trousers that’s the right material, colour, cut and size so you grab it quick, and travel smugly home only to find, AAARRRRGGGG! its got a bloody button-up fly! THE most clumsy, arse-clenchingly crap way to release and cage your wanger thats ever been invented. Every bladder evacuation takes ten minutes longer than it should and several other urinators have been and gone to the adjacent porcelain (every one of them glad that they are not as pissed-clumsy as you are) before Percy is back in his curly nest.

Durrr!