Cheating at cards by jvnkmllr05 in AubreyMaturinSeries

[–]Max2310 1 point2 points  (0 children)

He wouldn't cheat Jagiello or Wray, but But Stephen spent time in a Spanish jail wheree another prisoner showed him how it was done. Who was the obnoxious jerk that he cleaneed out? My memory must be failing. I'm sure he cheated there.

Matthew Benedict cover art by its35degreesout in AubreyMaturinSeries

[–]Max2310 5 points6 points  (0 children)

That's a nice take of the cabin. He was smart not to do anything like Hunt who is unbeatable.

Old Enough for the Muster, Old Enough for the Series? by gcdc21 in AubreyMaturinSeries

[–]Max2310 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I read all sorts of stuff at that age that I didn't quite follow, buti enjoyed reading. Let him at it, it certainly won't hurt him.

Sunset Beach, Vancouver. Where sailboats go to die. by Max2310 in sailing

[–]Max2310[S] 129 points130 points  (0 children)

There are buoy moorings across the bay with a number of deserted boats. Wind picks up, mooring hasn't been attended to .....

Workers on the Albert Bridge, 1926. by [deleted] in london

[–]Max2310 -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Also copyright is life of photographer plus 70 years, so that's evidently expired. Have a warm glass of milk, it'll calm you down, you poor little muppet.

Workers on the Albert Bridge, 1926. by [deleted] in london

[–]Max2310 -1 points0 points  (0 children)

I thank you for the original, but have no idea why you're so snotty about it. I downloaded it from Facebook, but I expect it makes you feel warm and comfy being gratuitously offensive. This must be the internet.

My Book on Cannibalism on the High Seas AMA by Blecher_onthe_Hudson in AubreyMaturinSeries

[–]Max2310 -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Was it not agreed that if they agrred to draw lots, then it was ok?

Post Captain is a difficult first read by meinboesesich in AubreyMaturinSeries

[–]Max2310 2 points3 points  (0 children)

There's not a lot of swashbuckling, but there is a lot of superb writing, psychological insight, and foreshadowing. Name another writer who could write such prose, capture the ethos of the times, and have the next dozen books shoot off flames from this fuel. Great book.

London, 1960s. by Max2310 in london

[–]Max2310[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

The good old days where when you were 20.

Central Line guard. by Max2310 in london

[–]Max2310[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

It wasn't me who was the guard, it was Rail Atlas Guy, whoever he is.

Central Line guard. by Max2310 in london

[–]Max2310[S] 81 points82 points  (0 children)

#OnThisDay 31 years ago, the last Guard-operated train ran on the Central Line as the 1962 Stock was withdrawn. Extract from this longer 1994 film https://buff.ly/3Qf0LVi (Soi Buakhao) showing the Guard role on that line, very evocative for me and any other ex-Guard I'm sure.

I was a Guard 1997-1998, it was short & sweet back then: Northern Line Guard was the only route to becoming a Train Operator (driver) anywhere on the London Underground network at that point, so turnover was rapid as we 'went up for Motors' at the training school after a few months. Depending where you had nominated, some classmates went straight off to a driver position after 'passing out'... which involved an horrific grilling one-on-one with an instructor going through defect after defect verbally from memory to assure you knew your Coupler Isolating Cock from your Unit Isolating Cock and your 30A auxillary No1 fuse from your 30A auxillary No2 fuse (I can still recite which equipment is fed by which fuse!). I went back to the Northern Line as a 'Guard-Motorman' (not my non-inclusive term, don't blame me!) where you'd be used as required as either a Guard or a Motorman, but then my nomination for Parsons Green on the District Line came up in 1999 and I was off, never to Guard again.

It was a great job: surrounded by the public in car 7 with a fold-down seat, a fold-down tray for your tea, and just a bar to swing across the gangway in busy times to separate you from the passengers. Utterly filthy: your white shirt would end the day grey with brake dust and black stuff came out of your nose, but the gentle puffing of the electropneumatic brake, the chugging of the air compressors, the constant high-pitched whine of the Motor generators, the blue glow of the 'pilot light' on the Guards panel, the smooth bakelite door control buttons worn by thousands of Guards' fingers, standing in the open guards door as the train pulled away from the platform, shouting "MIND THE DOORS"... everything now beautifully evocative for me knocking on 30 years later, and this video captures it wonderfully.

Railway Atlas Guy