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Post by 747 on Mar 29, 2014 15:53:11 GMT
You pulled her
Then she backheeled you (probably for your crap taste in cars).
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Post by tugboat on Mar 29, 2014 15:56:10 GMT
I was her toyboy for 7 years, it was hell, I had to go away to sea for a rest!
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Post by 747 on Mar 29, 2014 16:15:54 GMT
When they started importing them, a neighbour proudly showed me his new Sunny and it looked a nice motor.
When he lifted the bonnet, the engine was an identical copy of a Morris 1300 engine. The only difference was the rocker cover and carburettor. The Japs are very innovative ........ at copying.
I used to travel all over the World installing Lithographic printing equipment (for printing on tinplate and aluminium sheets). The Jap equivalent was a direct copy of an old German machine and long in the tooth. A Jap printing firm was one of the first customers for our new revolutionary printing press ...... guess why. ......... And the silly buggers sold them one.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 17:39:36 GMT
@ your bottom line... "Nothing matters very much, and very little matters at all!" ... So why does it matter? It doesn't, Grasshopper.
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Post by tugboat on Mar 29, 2014 17:43:14 GMT
How long must I tug my tossle, O wise one.
Till you have eyes like mine, Glasshopper!
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Post by fatwelshbuddha on Mar 30, 2014 20:18:51 GMT
When they started importing them, a neighbour proudly showed me his new Sunny and it looked a nice motor.
When he lifted the bonnet, the engine was an identical copy of a Morris 1300 engine. The only difference was the rocker cover and carburettor. The Japs are very innovative ........ at copying.
I used to travel all over the World installing Lithographic printing equipment (for printing on tinplate and aluminium sheets). The Jap equivalent was a direct copy of an old German machine and long in the tooth. A Jap printing firm was one of the first customers for our new revolutionary printing press ...... guess why. ......... And the silly buggers sold them one. I could tell a similar story about some pathology equipment developed in the UK but "enhanced" by our slit eyed friends. it has become the de facto standard in the pathology biz since. smart fuckers the Japs were/are/lost our to the Chinks
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Post by Keith on Apr 9, 2014 15:45:05 GMT
This has got sod all to do with Oscar Pricktorius.
747 – was it Komori printing presses you were involved with?
It's alleged that after the Second World war Komori, and other Japanese printing companies, bought the sunken and damaged Pearl Harbour ships from the Americans to turn the metals into printing presses.
On a long lonely night shift when replenishing the ink in the ducts of any Komori printing machine, above the hum of the motors and drive shafts, the clatter of grippers opening and shutting on the delivery bars, the constant hiss of the ink on the rollers there can be heard the initially low sound of a doleful tune emitting from within the machine. Almost indiscernible at first, but over the next minute or so rising to a crescendo, the song 'I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy' stirs from deep within the energetically revolving machinery and fills the surrounding area in its patriotic strains. Many a tear comes to my eyes when I hear the tune and it reminds me of the heroic efforts of the men compelled by manic managements to decipher the terribly translated Komori instruction manuals. Printers are know to weep as they struggle manfully to solve the problems of understanding those manuals with little hope of understanding the garbled mangling of the English language. But they remember fondly the earlier Roland and MAN printing presses that occasionally needed repair and the fact that at least some of those workers in the factory who had returned from the War could at least make an attempt at translating words in the Teutonic manuals. Those who returned from being a Prisoner of War to the Japanese never uttered a word of what they had seen and learnt while held and were next to useless when confronted by a Komori manual. The sound of the ubiquitous American song, usually heard in the early hours on the morning of a night shift, has erroneously been attributed to the drop of Whisky added to the refreshing brew of tea that the hard working operative has consumed. Workers on their break leaning by the factory door at three in the morning watching a starlit night and the Mail train passing noisily by, envelopes and parcels left in its wake, as the tea and whisky flow down their throats have had the tune reverberate through their minds and brains in a repetitious manner for generations Perhaps only the management at Komori can explain why this weird example of Americanism emits from within the Japanese presses although maybe the souls of those long gone, but not forgotten, service personnel who perished could be trying to reach out to us who remain to express their feelings in some bizarre way. Do I miss those days long gone, friendships moulded, thick overtime induced wage packets, sleepless days interrupted by some prat digging up a nearby road, cracked chemically induced hands and weary bones? No, I f*cking don't!
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Post by 747 on Apr 9, 2014 16:31:55 GMT
I was an outside Engineer for Crabtree of Gateshead who manufactured Metal Decorating equipment (printers and coaters). The Jap rival was Fuji who copied an old Mailander (German) press and Mailander were our main rivals with their updated version.
I know what you mean about Japanese manuals. I once had to maintain a Jap silk screen printer to a high standard. They certainly know how to mangle English. This press was used to print on sheets of paper. When you look at your computer keyboard, that is what was printed on to the paper (in every language and layout). The letters, numbers etc were then transferred on to blank keyboards.
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