It's the little things one remembers
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Many years ago, my employer bought the technology to control conveyor belts in coal mines from a company in the town of Ashby de la Zouch, situated in England's Black Country. I spent a few weeks studying the technical aspect of the systems in their factory. One frosty January evening, I decided to step out and find a shop where I could buy English style fish and chips. Walking down the very quiet streets, I came across a bobby that was walking his beat. I asked him where I could find an open shop. He escorted me to a little hole-in-the-wall shop in a side street that was open. I ordered a serving of cod and chips. When it was done, the owner took a large sheet of white paper and rolled it into a funnel shape. The fish and chips were handed to me inside the paper funnel, seasoned with salt and vinegar. I can still smell the vinegar! It was the best fish and chips I ever had! Nowadays, when I think of Ashby, it's that meal of fish and chips I mostly remember. Strange how one's memory works at times!
How do we preserve the wisdom men will need, when their violent passions are spent? - The Lost Horizon
That's a really great and interesting story. Thanks for sharing. I was immediately pulled in on:
Cornelius Henning wrote:
my employer bought the technology to control conveyor belts in coal mines
Hmmm... I wonder more about that. Why did your employer buy that? For what purpose?
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At the time, the firm I worked for was replacing steam winders with electric, almost exclusively for the UK coal industry. I never heard where said firm's other business was, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if gold mines in SA weren't amongst their customers. (Was it Trans.....n, now defunct?)
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That's a really great and interesting story. Thanks for sharing. I was immediately pulled in on:
Cornelius Henning wrote:
my employer bought the technology to control conveyor belts in coal mines
Hmmm... I wonder more about that. Why did your employer buy that? For what purpose?
My employer planned to sell the systems to coal mines in South Africa. That country has many massive coal mines. Virtually all their power plants are coal fired, with the exception of one nuclear plant. They also produce a substantial portion of their gasoline from coal.
How do we preserve the wisdom men will need, when their violent passions are spent? - The Lost Horizon
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Many years ago, my employer bought the technology to control conveyor belts in coal mines from a company in the town of Ashby de la Zouch, situated in England's Black Country. I spent a few weeks studying the technical aspect of the systems in their factory. One frosty January evening, I decided to step out and find a shop where I could buy English style fish and chips. Walking down the very quiet streets, I came across a bobby that was walking his beat. I asked him where I could find an open shop. He escorted me to a little hole-in-the-wall shop in a side street that was open. I ordered a serving of cod and chips. When it was done, the owner took a large sheet of white paper and rolled it into a funnel shape. The fish and chips were handed to me inside the paper funnel, seasoned with salt and vinegar. I can still smell the vinegar! It was the best fish and chips I ever had! Nowadays, when I think of Ashby, it's that meal of fish and chips I mostly remember. Strange how one's memory works at times!
How do we preserve the wisdom men will need, when their violent passions are spent? - The Lost Horizon
Cornelius Henning wrote:
I can still smell the vinegar
Cornelius Henning wrote:
Strange how one's memory works at times!
Indeed. I can still smell the vinegar I used to clean my grandma's windows with many years ago. That stuff stinks so bad.
There are only 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
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Cornelius Henning wrote:
I can still smell the vinegar
Cornelius Henning wrote:
Strange how one's memory works at times!
Indeed. I can still smell the vinegar I used to clean my grandma's windows with many years ago. That stuff stinks so bad.
There are only 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
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Many years ago, my employer bought the technology to control conveyor belts in coal mines from a company in the town of Ashby de la Zouch, situated in England's Black Country. I spent a few weeks studying the technical aspect of the systems in their factory. One frosty January evening, I decided to step out and find a shop where I could buy English style fish and chips. Walking down the very quiet streets, I came across a bobby that was walking his beat. I asked him where I could find an open shop. He escorted me to a little hole-in-the-wall shop in a side street that was open. I ordered a serving of cod and chips. When it was done, the owner took a large sheet of white paper and rolled it into a funnel shape. The fish and chips were handed to me inside the paper funnel, seasoned with salt and vinegar. I can still smell the vinegar! It was the best fish and chips I ever had! Nowadays, when I think of Ashby, it's that meal of fish and chips I mostly remember. Strange how one's memory works at times!
How do we preserve the wisdom men will need, when their violent passions are spent? - The Lost Horizon
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That stuff stinks so bad
Maybe it's an acquired taste? It's delicious as a seasoning on some foods.
How do we preserve the wisdom men will need, when their violent passions are spent? - The Lost Horizon
Cornelius Henning wrote:
It's delicious as a seasoning on some foods.
Could be. American food doesn't really use it much. Not to where you can still smell it.
There are only 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
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Cornelius Henning wrote:
It's delicious as a seasoning on some foods.
Could be. American food doesn't really use it much. Not to where you can still smell it.
There are only 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
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I hate vinegar on food, well chips (fries), which is pretty much the only thing it gets added to, aside from actual pickled foods of course.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
You really need to try my mother's German potato salad; warm, vinegary, with a little bit of sour cream on top. :drool:
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You really need to try my mother's German potato salad; warm, vinegary, with a little bit of sour cream on top. :drool:
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Many years ago, my employer bought the technology to control conveyor belts in coal mines from a company in the town of Ashby de la Zouch, situated in England's Black Country. I spent a few weeks studying the technical aspect of the systems in their factory. One frosty January evening, I decided to step out and find a shop where I could buy English style fish and chips. Walking down the very quiet streets, I came across a bobby that was walking his beat. I asked him where I could find an open shop. He escorted me to a little hole-in-the-wall shop in a side street that was open. I ordered a serving of cod and chips. When it was done, the owner took a large sheet of white paper and rolled it into a funnel shape. The fish and chips were handed to me inside the paper funnel, seasoned with salt and vinegar. I can still smell the vinegar! It was the best fish and chips I ever had! Nowadays, when I think of Ashby, it's that meal of fish and chips I mostly remember. Strange how one's memory works at times!
How do we preserve the wisdom men will need, when their violent passions are spent? - The Lost Horizon
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Cornelius Henning wrote:
little hole-in-the-wall shop
Do they deliver take-away? Post the number please.
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