28 November 2011 ( not 01 Apr )
"Toilet gaming technology targets urinal boredom"
www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-15923438
I await a flood or replies.
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You've got NO chance:)
Men can never hit the bowl, never mind a target.
Pat
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>> I await a flood or replies.
More likley drip drip drip given the average age in here.......
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It's my eyesight not my glands that would rule me out :-(
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A very fine copper wire with a metal model of a spider on the end, dangled temptingly in front of a urinal, with a non-lethal electric current passing through it, guarantees hours of fun to an ingenious prankster who enjoys yelps of surprise and streams of profane invective.
Or so my late mother told me. I don't think she'd ever done it herself, but she knew someone who had.
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A QI drift. An american cousin by marriage served on a US navy submarine. While on shore in Alaska in winter he and some friends discovered that they could create instant outdoor curved stalagmites by peeing al fresco. Apparently timing was everything.
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>> timing was everything.
Make sure to stop in time. You wouldn't want to end up linked intimately to the permafrost by your tadger and a golden ice-arc, a frozen statue for the amusement of that appalling Palin woman and her horrible redneck admirers.
Faced with that possibility you might prefer to, er, break it off, knowImean?
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Faced with that possibility you might prefer to, er, break it off, knowImean?"
Micturation interruptus?
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>> Micturation interruptus?
Membrum cassatum, or whatever the proper Latin is, was my thought.
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>> Micturation interruptus?
A Nissan special edition?
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That thought and image will remain with me forever AC.
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Sorry Pug. No trauma intended. Mere verbal horseplay. Try to think about warm puppies or something.
:o}
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>> Mmmm puppies...
Mmmmmmmm Yes, I love them, but I cant eat a whole one...
Last edited by: Zero on Mon 28 Nov 11 at 18:51
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Decent sort for an american, he bought a LHD racing green TR6 and married my cousin while he was stationed in Scotland. Something important in Wal-Mart now I gather.
The TR6 had an unusual roof arrangement, it had a front windscreen as normal and a semi-permanent rear screen with a lift out "targa" type panel. Being 11 or thereabouts and flexible at the time I was allowed to shimmy into the space created by the curvature of the rear screen to blag a lift from him and my cousin.
I think he'd have enjoyed the notion of an interactive urinal. Quite taken with technology I seem to recall. Radar/sonar specialist or something I want to remember.
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That was always my dream car - a proper square jawed sports car, not a bandy legged weasel faced feline.
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Oh very hard to disagree, but I guess I could have lived with, indeed still could suffer, an E-Type if pushed. Coupe though please Santa.
:-)
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Fifties: Healey Silverstone, Frazer Nash Le Mans Replica oh yes...
Sixties: Lancia B20, mmmm
Proper sporting automobiles.
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I saw a pretty enough 1964ish one in red yesterday - still swap it for a nice BRG TR6 though !
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More lantern jawed than square jawed !
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I liked the look of the Facel at the time. It was original French styling, different, although rather flash. But a very flawed car. Nose-heavy with a Chrysler V8 in there, very fast indeed for the time with a claimed 140 I think, but poor brakes especially in in early examples, like pre-disc Jaguars and a lot of other cars if the truth were known. Good fade-free brakes were much sought after before discs spoilt us all, and the best drum systems were expensive to make and needed regular maintenance and adjustment.
Oddly enough run-of-the-mill French and German cars tended to have better brakes than British ones in the drum days. Higher speeds, longer distances, madder drivers... they needed them I guess.
The author Albert Camus was killed in a Facel Vega driven I think by his publisher, in a crash near Lyon.
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Camus died on 4 January 1960 at the age of 46 in a car accident near Sens, in Le Grand Fossard in the small town of Villeblevin. In his coat pocket lay an unused train ticket. He had planned to travel by train with his wife and children, but at the last minute he accepted his publisher's proposal to travel with him.[10]
Albert Camus' gravestone
The driver of the Facel Vega car, Michel Gallimard, his publisher and close friend, also died in the accident.[11] In August 2011, the Milan newspaper Corriere della Sera reported a theory that the writer had been the victim of a Soviet plot, but Camus biographer Olivier Todd did not consider it credible.[12] Camus was buried in the Lourmarin Cemetery, Lourmarin, Vaucluse, France.
(From Wiki)
A remarkable death though
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Aye well, if ever there's a whip round and you don't know what to get me, that black Facel Vega would do nicely...I wouldn't object at all !
:-)
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Sorry Humph. For your own sake you understand. Can't have a chain-smoking one-hand-driving Jock foot fetishist tooling around at 140mph in one of those. Call it H&S gone mad if you like. Our shoulders are broad and we care for you.
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To undrift this thread...
I happened to visit an upmarket bar in Wilmslow on Friday (I was there with Rockchoir), and the gents facilities changed colour gradually while in use. Most disconcerting when one has had a couple.
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A lot of public toilets have blue lighting. I use to wonder why but it is apparently to deter drug users. Difficult to locate a vein in blue light apparently.
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A litle less high tech but plenty to aim at in here... actually I think this is the ladies but the gents is just the same.
www.flickr.com/photos/chocolatebubbles/3874358021/sizes/o/in/photostream/
Kyle of Lochalsh, only 20p, good value.
Last edited by: Fenlander on Mon 28 Nov 11 at 22:54
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I recall using a gents in a Benidorm hotel (no excuses). I was initially confused as all there was, were a series of water features consisting of large glass panes with water running down them, then the penny dropped (pun intended).
At least, I hope that was their intended use.
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Well the idea seems to be that while you play they get you to watch ads; the very thing you don't like doing here.
... Popup blocker ?
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Don't take things so much to heart car4play.
I don't think any of us are complaining about the adverts on a general basis and fully accept they are a necessary evil.
In my case it is when 2/3's of the screen is flashing three messages at me, and I find it disconcerting to read the bit in the middle.
Even then, my concerns are more along the lines of it driving new people away.
I do all my shopping online for instance and when looking for something new, I will instantly go back to my Google search if a page like that is the first one displayed.
That was my only reason for mentioning it.
Pat
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>> Don't take things so much to heart
i think, given the context, c4p was simply making a fairly crude joke with the "pop-up blocker" comment Pat. Made me splurt my coffee anyway :)
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Me too:)
But I was alluding to another thread!
Pat
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There was a restaurant on the borders of Wandsworth / Clapham, that had the most stupendous obscene murals on the walls of the ladies and gents, really well painted, very arty - lots of leaves and flowers and berries and things, but fully explicit sexual acts of all sorts going on, twixt men/ladies/animals
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>>, but fully explicit sexual acts of all sorts going on, twixt men/ladies/animals<<
Yeah, he's good Eric (for a Northerner) still going strong at 70, I hear.
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At school the most admired trick was to be able to pee out of one of the little windows high up on the wall above the urinals.
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>> At school the most admired trick was to be able to pee out of one
>> of the little windows high up on the wall above the urinals.
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I bet you can't do it now!
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>> At school the most admired trick was to be able to pee out of one
>> of the little windows high up on the wall above the urinals.
WINDOWS? jeez you went ot a posh school. At mine, the boys urinal was outside, we had a pee over the wall contest!
Last edited by: Zero on Tue 29 Nov 11 at 08:49
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With zero degrees I bet you lost every time.
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>> At school the most admired trick was to be able to pee out of one of the little windows high up on the wall above the urinals.
Made easier when stood on someone's shoulders.
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..........but mind the drips on finishing.
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Talking about toilets brought back to mind getting up when all was quiet in the school dorm. to peer, from our lavatory window, at a lighted window high across the quad where, if one was lucky, a glimpse could be caught of the Headmaster's voluptuous maid preparing for bed!
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