Malcolm Robinson

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We have all seen electricity transmitted wirelessly merc.......its called lightning… so obviously achievable?.........If magnetism does bend light then you save yourself the problem of having to deconstruct the thing you want to hide and merely bend light around it. Bit like Einstein theorised about folding distances to make space travel achievable. My heads hurts now!!!!!!

Does magnatism 'bend' light as the great Nikola Tesla theorised?

Don't like the way he conducts himself in interviews. always evades the contentious questions. Teflon Chukka!

No it doesn't GGG!..........Don't know about this one but some of the ones I wanted to 'look' at, normal FT articles' deffo behind paywalls and I tried your suggestion!

And what a bunchy of honeys they were Bedlingtonian!

The Agony of Aging On the morning that Daylight Savings Time ended I stopped in to visit my aging friend. He was busy covering his private parts with black shoe polish. I said to him, "You better get your hearing checked - ....you're supposed to turn your clock back".

Course I still have my bet on with Tonp about UKIP getting 1 seat in Scotland!

I'll take a bit of that action but finding a lib dem candadate around here is a bit of a task these days!

Merc, because of what we might have to work with no, there has to be a hub attraction and too many satellites would detract too much from any appeal which might get built in. I wouldn't even spend the millions it would take to put one in Blyth, just get a better infrastructure into the Bedlington's Station one! (See what i done there!)

Paywalls.........bah!

The way to 'use' the railway for our benefit, and other towns of course, is to use the station as a commuter stop but have a half decent range of businesses there to exploit the potential passing trade. We don't build towns around markets anymore!.................. Most populated 'Town' in Northumberland is now Cramlington with just over 40,000! ............. An idea I tried to float many years ago was to have a secondary Blyth access route off the spine road, down Sleekburn and Cambois, then across the river right into the heart of Blyth Town. Seems the cost of a bridge stopped that one. However these days we see NAREC with large sites on both sides of the river, and indeed an enterprise zone at North Blyth, surly a bridge is called for now? .................................. Cowpen Road is a bottleneck, simples!

No need to appoligise Tonyp, I was in the same state when I posted the reply!!!!!!!!!!!.....LOL.

did you mean Nitzch....of the Nitzchfone???????????????????

No Nitzch and the Holymen.........

Both Vic but mainly eastwards!

Edited by pilgrim, Today, 04:19 PM...........and you still didn't pull the xx's????? LOL!

Not sure it's getting gentrified Maggs, pubescent more like.

Coz it leads to hell Pilgrim! LOL

Tonyp, if kids wrote anything as bad as your last posting they shouldn't pass water never mind an exam!

Well err........http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/bedlingtonshire-community-high-school-slammed-8758673?ICID=FB-Chron-main

Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day. Mick, the bartender says, 'You'll not be drinking any more tonight, Paddy'.. Paddy replies, 'OK Mick, I'll be on my way then'. Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off...He falls flat on his face. 'Shoite' he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face, 'Shoite, Shoite !' He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the pavement and falls flat on his face. 'Bi'Jesus.... I'm pissed,' he says. He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside... He takes a look up the stairs and says 'No feckin' way'. He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says 'I can make it to the bed'. He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face. He says 'buggar it' and falls into bed. The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into his room carrying a cup of coffee and says, 'Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last night ?' Paddy says, 'I did, Jess. I was feckin' pissed. But how'd you know?' 'Mick phoned .. . . You left your wheelchair at the pub.'

Hmmmmm.......http://www.thejournal.co.uk/opinion/gordon-brown-forget-serving-us-8746381

May be some modifications to adjectives there pilgrim!

Like the music Ovalteeny.