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Podcast 73 show notes

In pictures this week, the message Jonny sent Richard on the day he was filming the Kia EV6 and Pride. Then there's the miracle of Jonny's new tortoise, a prime example of weird British village names, and that mysterious blue 'Lotus Carlton'. 

Urban Dictionary (kind of ) agrees with Richard about another meaning for 'village' - https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=village

That unfortunate Bible error - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicked_Bible

Come to The Late Brake Show Live, this coming Saturday (11 Sept) in Leicestershire - https://thelatebrakeshow.com/leicestershire

Mugs! T-shirts! Flasks! It's all here in the new Smith and Sniff merch shop - https://bit.ly/3zMHaCh

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Another brilliant pod OTSOT. The Laycock link with pioneering photography is relatively unknown but fascinating. The National Trust own it now and there's an interesting museum at the entrance about William Fox Talbot and photography - https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/lacock-abbey-fox-talbot-museum-and-village/features/fox-talbot-museum

Richard Adams

After this weeks pod i was amazed to hear the birth of a small tort. Upon entering my tortoise shed housing 3 of 5 this evening, i was surprised to see a freshly layed egg from my 11 year old hermanns. Mad coincidence. Sadly it wont be fertilised as the rest of the torts are all different species. Still a proud grandpa though.

alex vaudrey

OK lets try again, I will try to avoid triggering the Patreon post-obliterator this time... On that conversational tic side of things, I used to work at a Honda dealership years ago and used to have a regular visitor who didn't have conversational tics as such but did used to pepper his conversation with the most idiotic comments, so thought I would share that here for the amusement of the patrons. The chap in question was a car trader very much in the Carcoat Damphands mold. The owner of the dealership who was a complete boozehound who used to keep the local tapas and wine bar afloat single handedly with colossal lunchtime sessions that would extend into late afternoon, whereupon they would totter back into the showroom, have a coffee and bugger off home. The trader used to show up regularly, tending to appear in the showroom about 10 minutes before the exit to the wine bar (a trip I never made - free booze be damned, having to associate with any of the group that did so more than absolutely necessary was not worth any amount of freebies). Usually the trader would arrive having just acquired a new load of appalling motorised detritus that he would foist onto the dealership owner when he passed the second or third bottle of red. We used to grit our teeth and grown inwardly when we found out that some new piece of utter shit was about to grace the forecourt - it was bad enough having to try to sell the Legend, a car so dangerous that had they put a guillotine in the headrests it might have made it safer! Anyhow, I digress. This car trader was always dressed in a bad suit and would enter the showroom like he was the Sultan of Brunei (but with a smaller keyring), walking round beaming out his Lambert and Butler brown-toothed smile and giving everyone a handshake where he used both hands to your one, exclaiming "How the DEVIL are you?" to each person. If he had cause to thank anyone for anything (shifting one of his shitboxes to an unsuspecting member of the public being the least likely scenario) you would be hit with "Wankyou Cherry Crutch". He would live in the perpetual hope that something cost six quid, as that would immediately become "Ill octopus". Excuse me routinely became "Well exSQUEEEEZE me" with a wiggle of the eyebrows if the person being exsqueezed was female. There were many more such but the passage of years has thankfully erased them - the dealership owner drank the place into bankruptcy in the middle of the 80s recession. I think that he thought of himself as a bit of a dashing maverick, an unorthodox fighter pilot in the world of used car sales. In truth he was an utter flute.

Snowy

Just up the road from Laycock, on the way to Castle Combe circuit is the village of Tiddleywink.

Martin Mees

How strange. We don't remove posts for swears so that's odd, unless Patreon has done it for some reason. Richard

Smith and Sniff

Ah! I've not seen it up close but will keep my eyes peeled. Richard

Smith and Sniff

Ah, my lengthy post seems to have been removed. Is there a general policy to avoid particular naughty words, just for future reference?

Snowy

I can second Sam’s comment. My usage of the word ‘village’ comes from cricket and the fact that village teams are terrible compared to professionals.

Hilary Wise

Ah, this takes me back to when I was at sixth form in West Africa listening to a faint 'Love and Pride' on Radio Luxembourg at a friends house!

Henry Lisk

Just me that now has the chorus of ‘Love & Pride’ stuck playing on a loop in my head?

Paul Lough

I think the aquamarine Pride you've talked about is actually a Mazda 121 which is owned by a friend. There's a thread about it on the Retro Rides forum. It's a really cool car!

Thomas Delien

Model village- I dragged my missus, 17 year old son and 11 year old daughter to Bekonscot in Beaconsfield the other week. The only way I could engage their enthusiasm was to locate the place where the body was pegged out in the Midsomer Murders episode 5hat was filmed there

Mike Taylor

This is a comment I made on the other Patreon post. Spooky! "I noticed recently that my mum has a verbal tick - "And this, that, and the other." e.g. I told my friend what I had for dinner, and this, that, and the other."

Ronnie Whelan

At least it wasn't one of those Renaults with a different wheelbase on each side.

Peter Heamon

Weren’t they sold with whitewall tyres?

Luke

I have a client (husband & wife) who end most sentences with "if you know what I mean". It takes every fibre of my being to not reply "No idea mate" after being asked "Do you want a coffee, if you know what I mean?" On a previous podcast topic side of things, I had meant to write that my parents had a pair of Renault Fuego's. Make of that what you will...

Nik Howard

On the subject of conversation ticks - my partner has a particular way of stalling halfway through a story and introducing the phrase ‘this, that and the other’, then continuing the story. She gets it from her Father as I recently noticed he does the same. I’ve never mentioned it and I’m wondering that if you mention it on a podcast she’ll bollock me as she is an avid listener…

Ewen Cameron

Great podcast. Even a little car content today. Light blue Lotus C does look amazing, shame it’s not real real.

John Lancaster-Lennox

‘Fluid Displacement Engineer’ - he cleans the lavs doesn’t he?

Doctor X

I recently worked with a former teacher who told me the same thing. "Makes the little fuckers go mental," were his exact words. Richard

Smith and Sniff

Cats going mad in the wind - did you know there’s a strong correlation between windy days and school children being badly behaved.

Richard Major

Fifty years ago last February my missus and I married. Prior to this event I went to the English tourist board in Haymarket to enquire where they thought might be a suitable destination for an impecunious medical student and his newly wed junior civil servant wife to go for their first legitimate shäg. They suggested the inn ‘At the Sign of the Angel’ in the ancient village of Lacock. The name of the village prompted much hilarity among our friends which you, with your smutty puerile senses of humour will clearly understand. To get there my newly created mother-in-law lent us her MkII Cortina. Halfway there, about Reading, the clutch refused to disengage. This was before the opening of the M4, so we were on the old A4 with numerous roundabouts all the way to darkest Wiltshire. I was not insured to drive the car, so my lovely new wife was in the driving seat. She has many rare and wonderful virtues, but not in the area of engineering or driving disabled vehicles. I discovered that the gearbox could be persuaded to get the car rolling with gentle pressure on the gearstick in the direction of first gear. Once the speed of the car had passed walking pace the engine revs could be matched to the gearbox and the car rammed into gear. Thereafter we embarked on a crash course (very nearly literally on a couple of occasions) in clutchless gear changes. The morning after our wedding night I discovered that there was a leak from the slave cylinder on the clutch, so we bought a can of hydraulic fluid. I then spent the rest of the weekend topping up and pumping furiously to revive the clutch so that we could visit the local tourist attractions. Lacock Abbey, where Fox-Talbot took his famous first photo, and the Pump Room in Bath, where we took tea. Very Jane Austin.

Chris Rayner

Keys opening other cars - as 17/18year olds my friend and I both had Renault 5s, his 1.1L 4 speed, mine 1.4 with 5. It turned out, that as long as you didn’t quite put the key all the way in, you could open (presumably) any Renault 5 with any other Renault 5 key. We broke into his 5 once in the dead of night, having visited 24 hour tescos, and filled his car with 99 rolls of unravelled toilet paper. We’d bought 100, but 99 did the job. He was less than impressed the next day when he was late for work with perhaps the worst excuse ever told?

Richard Major

before I went to the link you posted, I thought "that must be the source vehicle for the Ford Festiva that we had here on North America" ... yup!

Ed Nicholson

Kia Pride from other worlds. Remarkably interesting - https://technicallyjuris.blogspot.com/2010/11/kia-pride-from-other-worlds.html?m=1

Ronnie Whelan

The baby tortoise with salad do look disturbingly like a starter in a poncy restaurant

Thinfourth

I really like the look of the EV6 and this week I found myself wishing my Model 3 could provide power in the same way. Also a friend of mine in Germany found an old Suzuki Alto for sale for 100 Euros, definitely fits the cute, joyful, rare and nobody cares definition. Sadly he didn't buy it and it's a bit far to go for a faded shitter.

Matt Tester

https://www.imcdb.org/v639522.html an old forum post about a blue lotus carlton. Looks similar to that one.

Joshua Birkett


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