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  1. Hi,

    Been out of the game for some years now, when I last played, MOSFETs were just becoming a thing.

    Well, I have a gun I want to fit a MOSFET or similar alternative to the flawed M4 trigger contacts to.  I intend to use it as a pistol, and M4 systems just lock up too much to be reliable.

    The problem is, the gun is VERY small, so there is no space to fit an external MOSFET.  Whatever I use has to fit inside the box (you'll see why).

    What might be the alternatives available to me, please?  I have seen the JEFFTRON units, I wondered if they were any good?

    The gun will be running a 4 port cylinder, and a 7.2v 6-cell NiMH battery in the mock ANPEQ, if that is important.

    The gun:


  2. Well, the first time I went, it was with a bunch of cagers for a fuel protest.  We went to the Ace Cafe (partly to try and get some more support but noone was interested) and then through the the streets supposedly towards the end point (I think BBC HQ?).  The cagers were mostly from a Subaru owners club, so they had Imprezas, Foresters and a couple of vans, and one of the van blokes actually offered to put my bike in the back cos he saw how the ****hole car drivers were basically trying to run me off the road.  Then the crankshaft sensor went.  To their very great credit, the Subaru guys were reluctant to leave me alone, but they carried on without me.  I'm not sure which parts of London we drove through but they were all pretty dire.


    The second time, I arrived late on Friday night from the M1 and chose to run one of the the inner ring roads (don't ask me which!) to Greenwich just to see the place.  It was a lot quieter and I tried to enjoy the ride, but even then there were more than a fair share of complete moron cagers on the road (including one where I heard him accelerate in his ****-box Brabus to try and deny me a lane change).  There was a pretty cool tunnel under the Thames I rode through.  Coming out, I followed the signs and ended up in a place with a looooooong garden between 2 multi lane roads (Marble Arch?).  Again, the traffic was mercenary and I clocked one *****s mirror with my fist as he tried to cut me up.  


    So ok, I admit, most of my experience of London was driving through it, but I did go through the City of London, and all through most of the major areas.  I hated every single one of them.  Except the tunnel, that was cool :P


    Edit: The tunnel was Blackwall.

  3. I have never ever ridden a litrebike anywhere else and felt vulnerable - I did in London.


    Never mind that my bike broke down in Soho the first time I went.  The problem was, that it too FOUR BLOODY HOURS for the RAC to get to me, and another hour to get outside the M25 after that.  And then he had to wait because the knobber didn't have a tach disc and his boss had to bring one.


    Each time I have ridden into the place, I felt paranoia, fear and hate oozing from the walls.  Despondancy, and despair seemed to rise from the tarmac like black condensation.  I felt that mere eye contact with anyone would have the potential to start a fight.  I'm not a particularly empathic person, but I really felt the sickness of that cesspool creeping through my veins like a disease.


    I don't hate a lot, I don't waste such energy on many things, but I hate that city.

  4. Only 4.5?  London needs an earthquake, but with volume turned up to 11.


    If Scotland secedes, there will still be 4 countries in the UK:  England, Wales, Northern Ireland and London.  And that hate filled cesspool of a city keeps the rest of us enslaved while it prospers on the backs of the common man.


    Yeah, I hate London with a passion.

  5. My note of complaint to Parcelforce.




    "Riddle me this", said the 'Riddler' character from the old Batman TV shows.


    If I had been The Riddler, my riddle would be thus: When is a parcel delivery company NOT a parcel delivery company? When it doesn't actually deliver anything!


    A secondary answer could very well be: "When it is Parcelforce".


    Today, I was standing on my driveway, having put my bicycle into the garage, when I saw a gentlemen in a day glo orange coat. Cheery as I am, I looked to him, made eye contact and gave a small wave. Perhaps he had something for me? I -was- expecting a parcel.


    Eye contact broken, he carried on out of my line of sight.


    Into the house I go and Lo! What is this I see before me? A small note waiting on my doormat, like some message in a bottle cast into the ocean by a hapless trapped survivor of a shipwreck, begging to be read.


    "We called to deliver/collect your parcel". No, dear Sir, I am afraid I must disagree. You called to deliver a "I couldn't be bothered to put your parcel on my van, so here, in its place, is this note" card.


    When said gentleman and I exchanged our all-too-brief glances, he was not carrying anything even remotely parcel shaped. If he had, he could have merrily sauntered up to my position (or I, being a polite fellow, and in possession of a healthy pair of legs, may have met him half way), and voiced this kind and gentle phrase: "Parcel for you, Sir". Instead... he, like some fluorescent ninja, used his secret power of "Hiding in plain sight" to infiltrate my porch and then, with graceful deftness and lightness of touch, slipped this note through my letterbox. Then, he turned and fled, his deed complete, and disappeared into the ether.


    Needless to say, I was not all that grateful about having to venture forth and collect my parcel from the Post Office (after the requisite wait till 4pm, where all the other 'lost socks' in the washing machine of Parcelforce's machinations eventually gather.


    So perhaps, the most perfect answer to my riddle should be: "Is there any other company which lies to it's customers in writing, on a daily basis?"


    Maybe I should leave solving such riddles to Batman. Maybe my next delivery shall be a large searchlight with a Bat motif in the centre, so I may shine it upon the clouds to call that hero to my aid.


    But, if I have my way, it will not be delivered by Parcelforce.

  6. Finally finished porting character sheets over from one roleplaying game system to another.  Being a multifaceted game, including squads of personnel, there were 29 to transfer.  God knows why they wanted to change the system halfway through a campaign...


    Yeah, just had another glass of wine with some lovely brie, and all I feel is a little dizzy.  Just can't understand what the interest is whatsoever.  The remaining 2/3rds of this bottle is sink-bound.  Waste of £12, if you ask me.

  7. Well, I do sometimes like one... ONE... glass of red wine with a large meal.  Anything more than that and Im 'ugh'.


    As an experiment as a kid, I did drink 8 pints of lager over the period of around 4 hours and it rendered me pretty much dead.  Usually, I can drink one or two glasses of brandy, or sherry, or liqueur and they don't touch me at all.  It sort of depends on the alcohol, I guess.

  8. For the last 15 years or more, I have slept in a bunk bed.  Not because I shared my bedroom, but because I needed the space underneath it to store my large manga collection in!


    Finally, I am returning to normal convention with a new bed <3  Not that I don't like my own little 'Laputa: Castle In The Sky' but... y'know admitting you have a bunk bed at 37 is a little embarrassing.  At that age, to use a bunk, you are either barracked, or in prison :D



    Also, I am happy that I will never, ever be an alcoholic.  I got a bottle of white wine to enjoy with some French Brie and biscuits.  2 glasses made me feel decidedly unwell (I am not usually a drinker, admittedly).  I just cannot understand how being drunk can be in any way enjoyable.

  9. My buddy has his heater matrix down atm.  He has it on recirculation to warm up since it doesnt work in normal setting, but then he mists up and has to wipe the screen.  Maybe this is the problem?

    I wish someone would invent demisters for motorcycle visors.

  10. Maybe you cooked something nesting in the machinery.


    Bloody birds get everywhere :P


    I don't think Ive done any harm, there was no other oddness than the smell, and it was about 300ml off the middle of the dipstick.  Think I've had a lucky call but I am going to do an oil change on it to be sure.  I'm more worried where the oil has gone to, now!


    Local engineer said "As long as the pump is sending oil, not air, you should be okay".


    Oh, whilst I am talking about the Griso... I love the bike but whichever idiot gave it only a 17,3l fuel capacity needs to be shot.  I can just about make a 110 mile round trip to Sheffield on a tank  but am 5 miles into the reserve...



    £40 for 4L of fully synthetic Castrol!!!  I better be able to pan gold outta this stuff :o

  11. Scorch, did ya buy the bike?  What type? :)


    For me... it seems that the water dripping into my loft has finally stopped.  It has been complicated by my father having it sprayed with that godawful insulation stuff, so you think you have sealed the leak, but because water is still collected in there, it drips in for weeks after.  Then you try another sealing attempt etc.


    Finally, there appears to have been no ingress for 5 months, and the rafter it comes in from is white with waterstain, not wet!

  12. I just went out for a short local ride on the Guzzi Griso, and there's an odd burning smell.


    The oil was low, I must have gotten lax on checking it.


    Anyway, no pressure light came on so there is still a feed, but now I am all :o that I've hurt my motor.

  13. 'Be the enemy'... funny I should see this on today of all days...


    At Phoenix there used to be an unpleasant little creature called Kurt who always wore waffen/SS uniforms.  Cheated like hell but got away with it because 'he's a bit special'.


    Yeah, special enough that he wore SS lapels on a game day that coincided with remembrance Sunday and he didn't see the problem with that...

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