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Discussion: UK anti-vaxx 'freedom' morons, protests and QAnon idiots

Had a chat with friend this week who was saying he was at the early stages of a budding romance with this local hippy woman but turns out she wanted to go along to the hyde park protest and that was it for him. I liked his argument, he wasn’t focussed on the conspiracy stuff like I am he just said this (wanting to protest against lockdown) shows she’s selfish, unwilling to sacrifice anything for other people.
 
When I worked for tv installation company in ooooo 1970 we wen't round an old lady's house and she plugged in the electrical sockets every night so the electricity wouldn't leak out all over the floor. Clearly sensible action in light of the above. :thumbs:

This isn’t so mad, my Grandparents did it, When they were kids they still had gas lights, town gas at that, and it was quite rightly absolutely drummed into them ( like we do with crossing the road) to always always make sure the gas was off when you left the house or went to bed. So it’s not surprising it carried over to the electric lights.
 
This isn’t so mad, my Grandparents did it, When they were kids they still had gas lights, town gas at that, and it was quite rightly absolutely drummed into them ( like we do with crossing the road) to always always make sure the gas was off when you left the house or went to bed. So it’s not surprising it carried over to the electric lights.
It was drummed into me as a kid that you had to switch everything off if you weren't using it, and certainly at night (except the fridge) - and that meant unplugging it too. My parents were born in the 1940s so it's no doubt something that's just passed down the generations.
 
I’d love to go to one of these rallies with some kind of fake 5G mast contraption on wheels, rig something up with a car battery and some plausible looking gizmos and antennae, maybe something to make a humming sound (probably have something I can use on my BBC sound effects LP), Stick a sign on it with ‘love technology, this super powerful portable 5G transmitter is completely safe’, chase the fuckers around with it just for kicks. Like kryptonite or something. Scatter the loons.

Not sure it’d be a valid excuse for breaking lockdown mind...
 
Even switched off it could still leak out of the holes, especially if your points are worn. You should always put a bucket under the sockets just in case.
And most important of all, use a sponge dipped in warm soapy water to wipe down your sockets last thing at night, because once any drips of leaked electricity dry out, they're a nightmare to get off - you have to chip them off with a screwdriver or a chisel, and then buff everything up with wire wool.
 
It was drummed into me as a kid that you had to switch everything off if you weren't using it, and certainly at night (except the fridge) - and that meant unplugging it too. My parents were born in the 1940s so it's no doubt something that's just passed down the generations.
This^. The telly, in particular had to be unplugged. I get stressed to this day about things being left on standby. There is a power station somewhere in this country running all night, just to keep the little red lights going on all our tellies and radios, and the clocks running on our cookers. :mad:
For the sake of peace in this house, I have had to suppress my need to unplug everything.
 
I’d love to go to one of these rallies with some kind of fake 5G mast contraption on wheels, rig something up with a car battery and some plausible looking gizmos and antennae, maybe something to make a humming sound (probably have something I can use on my BBC sound effects LP), Stick a sign on it with ‘love technology, this super powerful portable 5G transmitter is completely safe’, chase the fuckers around with it just for kicks. Like kryptonite or something. Scatter the loons.

Not sure it’d be a valid excuse for breaking lockdown mind...

anti-fascism for the corona age
 
This isn’t so mad, my Grandparents did it, When they were kids they still had gas lights, town gas at that, and it was quite rightly absolutely drummed into them ( like we do with crossing the road) to always always make sure the gas was off when you left the house or went to bed. So it’s not surprising it carried over to the electric lights.
Some years back, when we still smoked, Mrs Sas fag in one hand, lighter in the other, woke me up asking what is that smell? It was gas. The cat had been up on the hob and somehow switched on a ring. :eek:
 
I get stressed to this day about things being left on standby. There is a power station somewhere in this country running all night, just to keep the little red lights going on all our tellies and radios, and the clocks running on our cookers.
Oven and microwave are never left switched on. But the two laptops run round the clock.
 
It was drummed into me as a kid that you had to switch everything off if you weren't using it, and certainly at night (except the fridge) - and that meant unplugging it too. My parents were born in the 1940s so it's no doubt something that's just passed down the generations.

They probably had good reason - Electrical safety in the home didn't really become a major concern until the 1970s (IIRC it wasn't fully regulated until the 2000s? Workplaces got proper regulation in 1989 though) - before then, it could be very hit or miss and the "safety" of house wiring from properties built between the 1920s and 70's could be a staggering thing to behold, with all soerts of weird and wonderful arrangements of "christmas trees" of socket adaptors and strange multi-wire sprouting pipe-like arrangements out of light fittings and the like - often they could be so overloaded that they ran very hot as normal and the smell of cooking bakelite greeted you as soon as you entered a house. Things like valve radios and old TVs simply had to go off at night because the poor quality of insulation/isolation was such that they could build-up enough heat to catch fire if left-on.

Then there were the metal-bodied light switches (1920s) in my grans house that I remembered from childhood - A firm resounding, spring loaded clonk when you flipped them - and often a brief electric shock as well! It was like stepping into the future when she finally modernised and got rewired after the mains immersion wiring started smouldering inside the wall - the old rubber insulation from when the place was built had rotted and fallen-off, leaving mostly bare wires, held in place by paper-insulated metal staples inside the wall!
 
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