Books and Canley

I got paid today, so I've bought a couple of books from two of my favourite authors:

Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett, and

The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson.

(How do I add images from Amazon??)

I've also done a bit on Canley, my classic car restoration database. Here's some features:

• Multiple cars.
• A parts hierarchy. Parts have subassemblies which have sub assemblies, etc etc...
• You can add photos to cars and parts.
• You can add restoration details to each part, such as tasks to be completed, suppliers, costs, etc.

And they'll be reports, such as parts lists, shopping lists and so on. Here's a screenshot...

The big white space is where the parts tree, showing how all the parts are linked, goes. The big grey space on the parts details tab will look something like the similar area in the Edit Car window. The picture is just a random one for testing purposes ;o)

My Triumph TR7 DHC Sprint

Here's a pic of my 1980 Triumph TR7 DHC Sprint, which is in the garage while I find time and money to cut out rusty bits, and replace other worn out bits, ready for cruising in the summer! Which summer, I hear you ask? Stop asking stupid questions...

I plan to paint it Toyota Balearic Blue, (this colour), with MG Montego wheels painted anthracite, and either original beige check trim or grey and blue alcantara.

Die Mühe mit deutschen Filmen ist die Titten.

(Apologies for the Google-translated title)

I like German films, which causes problems. Most people associate German cinematography with actresses like the delightful Betty, who seems to enjoy being coated in various bodily fluids.
However, I just happen to like films in German, as it makes a refreshing change from Hollywood blockbusters. Trouble is, because the German film-going public are possibly less prudish than us Brits, and because most German films are made for the domestic market, the actresses seem to be more willing to get 'em out, so to speak. Now a nice pair is all very well, but they tend to undermine my argument rather. Most subtitlephobes (like Mrs MnG) think all I'm after is the tits-out action, which is quite wrong. Honest.

Two Hellos?

Sorry about that. I had trouble getting Blogger to work, and so I typed the hello messages twice. I really did go to the bonfire, which was great fun, although it's lost much of the personal feel it had when there was just a dozen or so of us. Now there's up to a hundred people there. But the personal feel returns a bit later on, when people start to go home. I've some pictures, and a video of some of the fireworks, which I'll post when I've uploaded them from my phone.

Hello!

Well I did it, finally signed up. This blog'll be full of me wittering about things like my Triumph TR7, the car restoration software I'm trying to write, as well as a tiny bit about life. Possibly.

I'm going to a Halloween-cum-Guy-Fawkes-Night party this evening. We go every year. My friend's dad is gatekeeper or something at Calke Abbey in Ticknall, Derbyshire, and him and some other friends blow up half a field.

Hello!

Well, I did it. Finally got a blog. I've gotta go to a bonfire party tonight, so I'll fiddle with this some more later. Oh, by the way, I'm 34, from Derby, UK.