The 'Nay!' but 'Yay!' Thread
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It has a weird problem where it acts like the eject button is constantly pressed, unless you sit the whole thing on top of a game box.
That's weird... What's weirder is how you figured out that putting it on a game would fix it.
Maybe a bit of dodgy connection that's fixed by the slight flexing
markg wrote:
It has a weird problem where it acts like the eject button is constantly pressed, unless you sit the whole thing on top of a game box.

This is a known thing. There's a tiny screw on the bottom of the console that you can turn very slightly to fix it.
Woke up this morning no power to any sockets in the house, so go into the garage and flick the breaker switch and its flicks back down.

So after a while I track the issue to our big US style fridge which when ever I plug it in tripped everything.

So I start moving all the frozen stuff out and thinking about how I get the small garage fridge into the kitchen.

I have one more try with the Fridge on some other sockets, same result.

This time though back in the garage when I'm flicking breakers back up (All 5 have tripped) I find I can't get the outside sockets to stay on, but everything else including the fridge is fine.

So much better result as they just run a couple of pond pumps and some lights, makes sense that its these, suspect some water in an IP65 box so can check later on.

So pleased its not the Fridge. odd that the power issue changed from 2 areas though.

EDIT...


Found one IP65 box with quite a lot of water in it :( Cleaned that out and dried everything then plugged everything back in (1 pond pump and some lights)

Everything was ok for an hour or so then it tripped, so I removed the pond pump and plugged that into another box and removed everything else again.

Everything ok for 10 minutes, so I guess maybe some water has penetrated the box, so will replace it next week.

Low impact as its just knocked out some pond pumps and a couple of lights
Nay: got assaulted over the weekend when I tried to stop a guy from trashing flowerbeds in town

Yay: kicked his bloody arse :ninja:
Isn't IP65 supposed to be protected against liquids?
Jem wrote:
Nay: got assaulted over the weekend when I tried to stop a guy from trashing flowerbeds in town

Yay: kicked his bloody arse :ninja:

Thug life. Restecpa.
IPx5 means (weak) water jets, like a tap or shower running over it for 3 minutes, so yes and no, it is water ingress, not 'liquids'.
Bit bruised but enjoying being regarded as a local hero. :DD
Bloody hell, Jem! Hope you are okay?
Good for you Jem. Hope you're not too bruised :)
Jem wrote:
Bit bruised but enjoying being regarded as a local hero. :DD

Are you going to be in the local paper with a picture of you standing, arms crossed, scowling at the trampled flowers?
Mimi wrote:
Are you going to be in the local paper with a picture of you standing, arms crossed, scowling at the guy's trampled face?

FeeX.
Mimi wrote:
Jem wrote:
Bit bruised but enjoying being regarded as a local hero. :DD

Are you going to be in the local paper with a picture of you standing, arms crossed, scowling at the trampled flowers?


Ooh, that's a good idea. I might give the mayor a shout and see if it can be arranged. :DD
Hope you're not too shook up, Jem.
Nah, I'm all good. More bothered about the flowers than the bruises. Thought they were council tax funded but found out afterwards that they're funded by community donations. :'(

What kind of grown man pulls up flowers then hits two women (my friend and I) when confronted? :belm:

The bruises are very pretty, too.
I hope you're ok Jem! Remember, every bruise is a lesson, and each lesson makes us stronger.

My brother spent ages a while back find a bit of waste land, setting up a community scheme and getting some donations of fruit trees, decorative shrubs etc and planting them. A week later some little scrote had wrecked the whole lot. Never underestimate the urge of little shits to destroy anything worthwhile.
Jem wrote:
Nah, I'm all good. More bothered about the flowers than the bruises. Thought they were council tax funded but found out afterwards that they're funded by community donations. :'(

What kind of grown man pulls up flowers then hits two women (my friend and I) when confronted? :belm:

The bruises are very pretty, too.


What the fuck? What a dick.

I assume charges will be pressed!? Or did he come off worse!!? :DD
Have you hidden the body?
flis wrote:
What the fuck? What a dick.

I assume charges will be pressed!? Or did he come off worse!!? :DD


I made a statement to the police etc but have said I don't want to press charges for any assault or anything. (Partly because after I let go of him the first time he started gobbing off again and so I ran at him and pinned him down by the throat while screaming "how fucking dare you?" in his face until he cried ... that bit could be classed as me assaulting him.)
I'm at the Aegon Champonships at Queen's Club. It's raining.
Lonewolves wrote:
I'm at the Aegon Champonships at Queen's Club. It's raining.


Good luck, mate. Play the percentage game.
MaliA wrote:
Lonewolves wrote:
I'm at the Aegon Champonships at Queen's Club. It's raining.


Good luck, mate. Play the percentage game.

70% chance I don't see any tennis at all I reckon.
Jem wrote:
flis wrote:
What the fuck? What a dick.

I assume charges will be pressed!? Or did he come off worse!!? :DD


I made a statement to the police etc but have said I don't want to press charges for any assault or anything. (Partly because after I let go of him the first time he started gobbing off again and so I ran at him and pinned him down by the throat while screaming "how fucking dare you?" in his face until he cried ... that bit could be classed as me assaulting him.)

I love you.
Jem wrote:
flis wrote:
What the fuck? What a dick.

I assume charges will be pressed!? Or did he come off worse!!? :DD


I made a statement to the police etc but have said I don't want to press charges for any assault or anything. (Partly because after I let go of him the first time he started gobbing off again and so I ran at him and pinned him down by the throat while screaming "how fucking dare you?" in his face until he cried ... that bit could be classed as me assaulting him.)


:DD
Jem wrote:
flis wrote:
What the fuck? What a dick.

I assume charges will be pressed!? Or did he come off worse!!? :DD


I made a statement to the police etc but have said I don't want to press charges for any assault or anything. (Partly because after I let go of him the first time he started gobbing off again and so I ran at him and pinned him down by the throat while screaming "how fucking dare you?" in his face until he cried ... that bit could be classed as me assaulting him.)


Nope, that sounds like perfectly acceptable self defence as you were feeling threatened by someone who had hit you.
Bit of a mixed mood on this one so I'm naying but yaying or yaying but naying too.

After nearly two weeks Mrs JC and I have our housing forms plus all of the required stuff for an application. It's nearly an inch thick FFS. Hopefully at some point today we will be taking the car down to the council centre and submitting our application, praying we get considered for assisted housing/supported housing whatever.

I'm so nervous you couldn't drive a needle up my arse with a sledgehammer.

Sadly for the same nearly two weeks our landlady has refused (ignored us) to put in writing that she is selling the flat so I have had to take screen grabs of mobile phones and print those instead.

I think my brother had it spot on when he said "The cunt wants you there paying the mortgage until it's sold". So we need to be proactive and instead of sitting here waiting for our final doom we need to take a leap. It won't be a leap of faith however because I've been through all of this before and ended up finding my own flat after three months of stress. So I kinda know what's coming, unless some one comes to our rescue and offers us a place adequate for us to live with the support and protection we need.

Wish me luck sorta kinda.
Best of luck with it all, JC.

Jem, totally missed your scuffle posts! You made him cry? :DD :metul:
JohnCoffey wrote:

Sadly for the same nearly two weeks our landlady has refused (ignored us) to put in writing that she is selling the flat so I have had to take screen grabs of mobile phones and print those instead.

This works in your favour. To terminate the rental agreement during the month-to-month rolling period, she must give you at least two full months notice in writing, dated from the day the rent is paid. That notice period hasn't started yet.

So if your rent is paid on the 15th, and she gave you the written notice tomorrow terminating the rental contract, you wouldn't have to leave until 15th September.
Zardoz wrote:
Jem, totally missed your scuffle posts! You made him cry? :DD :metul:


Yeah man, he ran off squealing like a piggy.

And, the lady I was with at the same saw him in town this week and said that he is pretty ripped (muscley) so now I feel like a proper badass. :attitude:
Doctor Glyndwr wrote:
JohnCoffey wrote:

Sadly for the same nearly two weeks our landlady has refused (ignored us) to put in writing that she is selling the flat so I have had to take screen grabs of mobile phones and print those instead.

This works in your favour. To terminate the rental agreement during the month-to-month rolling period, she must give you at least two full months notice in writing, dated from the day the rent is paid. That notice period hasn't started yet.

So if your rent is paid on the 15th, and she gave you the written notice tomorrow terminating the rental contract, you wouldn't have to leave until 15th September.


Excellent, so I still get one last summer by the sea.

We dropped in the forms today and have a phone appointment for July 6th.

We are looking at sheltered housing . When Mrs JC and I first started dating she was living in Dorset and I was about two hours away. I applied for a flat then but it was suggested I apply for sheltered accommodation. I was accepted and offered a flat but they refused to allow visitors to stay overnight so I politely turned it down and moved to Dorset shortly after.

I didn't realise they also offer sheltered housing to couples so that's what we're aiming for :)

I will miss the sea but winter here is torture. It's amazing that something so beautiful can become so crazy.
JohnCoffey wrote:
It's amazing that something so beautiful can become so crazy.

My life in a nutshell.
The govt won't let me have a social worker and have instead said that I need to rely on my psych for help. Tight fisted assholes. So Nay.

Then I remembered that last October we booked a lovely holiday for September. Yay ! It's kinda like when you find a tenner in your wallet you forgot you had :D

lol this thread is the best thing ever for Bipolars :D
I got my car back, the new window is very clean and shiny. Makes the rest of my car look filthy though(it is). :P

Also, my excess was £125, but I only had to pay £75 because it was an approved supplier.
The tide has changed it would seem.

After receiving a phone call from my psychiatrist five days after I asked him to call I got a strange phone call from a woman. Well, I actually got a message on my answer phone. She purports to be my new social worker !! So it would seem that the ear bashing I gave my psych worked and I have now been assigned a social worker. I will be calling her tomorrow morning because With the yay comes a nay. I am to be reassessed with regards to my disability payments and if it's anything like I saw recently with a friend I will be losing a large chunk of money every month. TBH though I really couldn't give a shit how much the gov fuck me because money really is completely unimportant when you are miserable most of the time any way. If anything having this money has made the misery worse, because I'm constantly buying crap and then feeling remorse after.

Of course with things like taxis to the docs and so on it's been invaluable, but some one has to pay for the Banker's errors and sadly it seems to be us disabled who are getting it in the neck even though after people quitting and them promising they wouldn't fuck us they are. Now that the media attention has died out they're giving us a proper rogering. That coupled with the cuts to things that we desperately need (like proper psychs and not locums and so on) are really making me feel rather ill right now. I just hope this social worker can actually help me, though I'm sure she will and hopefully filling in this mountain of forms will be easier and less stressful than before.

Back to the nays. Because of the drugs I am on my doctors refuse to put them on repeat prescription. Stuff like Zopiclone etc. However, I was getting around using drugs like that by taking a large dose of Quetiapine before bed. Sadly though my body started to reject it and I was having awful palpitations and ended up in A&E twice so the dose has been lowered and spread out around the day so it doesn't happen. That was all fine and dandy like but I couldn't sleep, so my psych put me on Zopiclone and my docs kicked up rough and they've both been arguing about it since.

Problem is my new psych continually makes mistakes. Last month he accidentally wrote "XR" on my prescription but XR (extended release) 25mg Quetiapine do not exist so the chemist refused to fill my prescription. I had to call him, wait four days for him to get back to me then go get a new one.

This month he's fucked up the prescription again. This month he's given me "one" 25mg Quetiapine at night, somehow forgetting that I take 50mg (2x25 immediate release) when I get up, 50mg at lunch time, 50mg at 3pm and 50mg at 7pm and 50mg at night. So now I am going to have to get on the blower to him again, walk round there again and go back to the chemist.

I can't even put into words how distressed I was when my last psych retired. I'd had him nearly three years and he was like a father to me. Sadly because of the cuts they haven't replaced him yet and I have to see this locum dude who really seems to be struggling. I can't really blame him because he had enormous boots to fill and he must be rushed off of his feet.

TL;DR welcome to a day in the life of JC.
Sorry JC, but that's Yay then Nays.
Folk band on in favoured local. Captain Shitpants resolutely sleeping through it all.
Absolutely shattered, but we fitted a kitchen! Zzzzzzzz
Bleached my hair so much in the last month that it started falling out a bit. Just, like, a handful.

But totally worth it coz now I got pink hair :metul:
Today I went to a buggy fitness class. I even wore my trainers, so dedicated was I.

But, nay, I was the only person who braved the weather, and as I would have died of shame bring the sole person with the trainer at buggy fit, the class was cancelled.

So, instead, I went to the arboretum cafe and caught Pokemon whilst enjoying a cappuccino and a massive piece of chocolate cake, because screw Buggy Fit.
Nay - had a stroppy teenager moment the other night and threw the TV remote in a strop. Everything seemed to be OK until I turned on the TV and noticed the corner looked like Spiderman had been at it :(
Thankfully it was in the bedroom, so I've only got a 40" 1080p Hitachi to replace. It could have been worse, I could have done it in the living room then I'd be fucked.

Yay - My step daughter (the younger of the two) is coming today. She goes to school at Millfield so every time she comes she name drops and shows us pics of her with celebs and sporting heroes. She goes to school with Angus Lineker so we always get to see her in selfies with Gary. Makes me so proud :)
Yesterday I attended a vow renewal. It's the wifes best friend and her husband. They've been married for ten years and decided to celebrate that fact by renewing their vows which was disguised as another wedding.

It's a nay because I consider it a bit of a waste of time and money. Fair enough, celebrate the ten years but why not just have a party? It's not like they're particularly religous or anything? Anyway, the yay comes as the wife got a little tipsy and you know what that means at bed time?

Yep... She fell straight asleep and left me to play my 3DS in peace and quiet. Yay!
My Wife had a Spa day Friday so I went to pick our 3 year old son up from nursery. The inlaws were staying with us so I took them along as well.

When we got there my son was delighted they I had come to pick him up as I don't do it very often, he was even happier when he noticed his grandparents as well.

So we drive home and he is chatting to his "granny" all the way. I was really happy as he speech has really come on in the last 3 months.

We are stopped at lights and his granny said to him. " It rained at home today, did it rain at school?"

He replies "Yes granny is rained when Noel was in the garden"

Then he says...... "Fucking rain" "Fucking rain" then shouts "Granny fucking rain, fucking rain" :o

After that he points at the local Harvester pub and asks me what is was so I tell him and we move on.

No question he has picked that up from his Dad :( I do curse a bit at home and this is the first time he has ever said anything and its sort of in context as well as he was trying to stress how much rain annoyed him.

Thankfully my mother in laws biggest issues was trying to stop herself bursting with laughter!
Went to the gym last night and as usual I only took in my phone and headphones, water, towel and 'reduced' keys (not the full bunch, so they can be kept in my pocket rather than a locker). Usually split my keys in the hallway before setting out. So I finished my workout and set off home in the car passing a few Pokéstops on the way. When I get to the door and look at my keys there's no front door key...

It must have dropped of in the gym I thought so I drive back to ask at the desk. No one's there. I have a look around the gym at all the equipment I used but no joy. Shit. Went back to the desk still nobody there, so I look about and they're all in the pool hosting a kids party with massive inflatable.

I go back to car and search the foot wells and around the spot where I'd parked. Nothing.

Decided to leave it for now and drive home and call my Mum to see if she has a spare. She doesn't but my brother's there and he decides to drive round to help me get in somehow.

I thought I might have left the back door unlocked but to get in the back I had to climb over the big gates. Luckily it was bin day so I plonked it on its side and used it as a step to get up and over the fence. Back door is locked BUT I'd left the conservatory windows open!

By now my brother arrives and he offers to try and get through the small window for me while I hold the wheelie bin for him. After a few minutes of contortion he gets in and we unlock the back door!

I offer him a drink and while he's still there I look in the hallway for the rest of my bunch, nothing there. Nothing on the kitchen counter. Puzzled.

I wave my brother off when he's finished his drink from the now opened front door.

Just then it hit's me.

I remembered splitting my keys in the car not at home and stashed the other half of the bunch (including front door key) in my glove box.

I need help.
No, we all have moments like that, but now you at least have a massive sense of relief that the key isn't lost anywhere and going to fall into the wrong hands.
And you also know how easy it is to break into your house. Sort that out.
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