Nice People Thread No. 15, a Cyber Summer

michaels

Before you were risking £5 to win £55 - given that bookies make a profit you were probably paying about £1 to have the 'fun' of this unceertainty.

Now you are risking £40 to win £15 - to me that sounds like much less 'fun' than the original bet and thus probably not worth continuing with.

I would suggest you take the £30 profit and reinvest £5 of it in something Eurovision related at 12/1 giving you +£25 and the same 'fun on the night' bet running.

chris_m

PasturesNew wrote: »

Good answer .... except, with us all having odd socks ... if they were blowing away we'd all be used to seeing lots of random socks lying around in the streets/bushes etc. And I've not noticed enough of this happening to consider this as a truly viable answer to the conundrum.

Well, I can't answer that aspect but it's a fact that I've never seen a windsock without a hole in it - therefore those that didn't have holes must have blown away to somewhere

Pyxis

chris_m wrote: »

It's due to wind resistance - when they are on the washing line the holes let the wind blow through the socks so they stay put, whereas the holeless socks trap the air and get blown away

Well, I do occasionally see a dead sock lying mangled in the gutter. However, I haven't felt inclined to perform a post-mortem to ascertain whether it was a holey sock or not. Besides which, as has been said, there aren't enough of these to accounts for the large numbers of absconded socks.

SingleSue wrote: »

In our house we have odd socks because Jasper the cat thinks they are baby kittens (or a bird he has caught) and carries them around the house in his mouth to deposit either at my feet in the front room, or on my bed.

If I go out for an extended period of time, I usually come home to a multitude of socks laying on the front room floor or on my bed.

If anyone with missing socks has a cat, or perhaps even a small dog, it might be worth having a look under the sofa.....

This person bought a new sofa.........this is the inventory of what they found under the old sofa..........



In this case, you need to tail the perpetrator and follow him to where he keeps his secret stash.............




Doesn't explain why socks abscond in petless houses, though, or why holey socks have orienteering skills for the home sock drawer.

silvercar wrote: »

Good tenant, but the council pays the rent over direct as there were arrears ages ago.

Now there is no income and no guarantor.

You do sort of have a guarantor, in that the Council won't default on the rent!
If they are good tenants, it might be worth sticking with them.
No point in getting a full market rent if the tenants are noisy, damage stuff and get into arrears.

Of course, there has to be a cut-off point where the benefits of the good tenant outweigh the increasingly larger loss of income. Not an easy position to be in, I admit. :A

chris_m

Pyxis wrote: »

This person bought a new sofa.........this is the inventory of what they found under the old sofa..........

That, to me, looks more like the detritus of a small person, or persons, rather than an animal's "collection"

Pyxis

Just a thought.....you know the Great Pacific Garbage Patch in the North Pacific Gyre?...............



............well, maybe there's some similar force at work connected to perfect socks.
The great Antarctic Sock Stew, perhaps?

A bit like snowmen travelling to the North Pole to see Father Christmas just before Christmas Day?

Maybe holey socks aren't allowed, being imperfect. Although that doesn't explain how holey socks get back to the sock drawer from the dustbin.
Perhaps, once they've got a hole, their polarity is reversed? So instead of homing to the Great Antarctic Sock Stew, they home back to their drawer?



:idea:
Silly me! Doh! It's not that at all!
Of course! Socks going missing.....it's just how socks get divorced!

And Pastures' bag of odd socks is the Sock Dating Agency!
Ta-da!



Holey socks must be like swans; they are the very happily paired ones, and don't want to be parted from their mate!

Result! :j

Pyxis

chris_m wrote: »

That, to me, looks more like the detritus of a small person, or persons, rather than an animal's "collection"

Another cat hoard, with the culprit looking suitably abashed........

silvercar

PasturesNew wrote: »

This dilemma, and the changing odds, of your potential win/loss and your public admission that you gambled on odds of an event (that you didn't even really understand) .... is far more interesting (to me) than the contest itself

There are only a few people in the world who truly understand Eurovision, most of them are on this thread! To the rest of us it is a random event and the betting is akin to drawing numbers out of a hat other than a feeling that I have the edge because Viva etc have special powers to predict better than others which numbers are likely to be drawn.

The added fun is that it is an event where you can bet on who will be in the final 3/5/10/15 as well as the winner.

Before you were risking £5 to win £55 - given that bookies make a profit you were probably paying about £1 to have the 'fun' of this unceertainty.

Now you are risking £40 to win £15 - to me that sounds like much less 'fun' than the original bet and thus probably not worth continuing with.

I would suggest you take the £30 profit and reinvest £5 of it in something Eurovision related at 12/1 giving you +£25 and the same 'fun on the night' bet running.

Wish I'd seen that logic earlier.

silvercar

Pyxis wrote: »

Another cat hoard, with the culprit looking suitably abashed........

I have to ask: why don't your skirting boards sit on the floor? Given that they appear to be suspended off ground, why didn't you lay the black cable at floor level?

chris_m

Pyxis wrote: »

Just a thought.....you know the Great Pacific Garbage Patch in the North Pacific Gyre?...............



............well, maybe there's some similar force at work connected to perfect socks.
The great Antarctic Sock Stew, perhaps?

Maybe they do something like Douglas Adams wrote about biros?

'The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ is a very unevenly edited book and contains many passages which simply seemed to its editors like a good idea at the time. One of these supposedly relates the experiences of one Veet Voojagig, a quiet young student at the University of Maximegalon who pursued a brilliant academic career studying ancient philology, transformational ethics, and the wave harmonic theory of historical perception, and then, after a night of drinking Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters with Zaphod Beeblebrox, became increasingly obsessed with the problem of what had happened to all the biros he bought over the past few years. There followed a long period of painstaking research during which he visited all the major centres of biro-loss through out the galaxy, and eventually came up with a rather quaint little theory which quite caught the public imagination at the time. Somewhere in the cosmos, he said, along with all the planets inhabited by Humanoids, reptiloids, fishoids, walking treeoids, and super-intelligent shades of the colour blue, there was also a planet entirely given over to biro life-forms. And it was to this planet that unattended biros would make their way. Slipping quietly through wormholes in space to a world where they knew they could enjoy a uniquely biroid lifestyle. Responding to highly biroid-orientated stimuli, in fact, leading the Biro equivalent of the good life. And as theories go, this was all very fine and pleasant, until Veet Voojagig suddenly claimed to have found this planet and to have worked there for a while, driving a limousine for a family of cheap green retractables. Where upon he was taken away, locked-up, wrote a book, and was finally sent into tax exile, which is the usual fate reserved for those who are determined to make a fool of themselves in public. When one day an expedition was sent to the spatial coordinates that Voojagig had claimed for this planet, they discovered only a small asteroid inhabited by a solitary old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true. Though he was later discovered to be lying.

:rotfl:

Pyxis

chris_m wrote: »

Maybe they do something like Douglas Adams wrote about biros?

'The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ is a very unevenly edited book and contains many passages which simply seemed to its editors like a good idea at the time. One of these supposedly relates the experiences of one Veet Voojagig, a quiet young student at the University of Maximegalon who pursued a brilliant academic career studying ancient philology, transformational ethics, and the wave harmonic theory of historical perception, and then, after a night of drinking Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters with Zaphod Beeblebrox, became increasingly obsessed with the problem of what had happened to all the biros he bought over the past few years. There followed a long period of painstaking research during which he visited all the major centres of biro-loss through out the galaxy, and eventually came up with a rather quaint little theory which quite caught the public imagination at the time. Somewhere in the cosmos, he said, along with all the planets inhabited by Humanoids, reptiloids, fishoids, walking treeoids, and super-intelligent shades of the colour blue, there was also a planet entirely given over to biro life-forms. And it was to this planet that unattended biros would make their way. Slipping quietly through wormholes in space to a world where they knew they could enjoy a uniquely biroid lifestyle. Responding to highly biroid-orientated stimuli, in fact, leading the Biro equivalent of the good life. And as theories go, this was all very fine and pleasant, until Veet Voojagig suddenly claimed to have found this planet and to have worked there for a while, driving a limousine for a family of cheap green retractables. Where upon he was taken away, locked-up, wrote a book, and was finally sent into tax exile, which is the usual fate reserved for those who are determined to make a fool of themselves in public. When one day an expedition was sent to the spatial coordinates that Voojagig had claimed for this planet, they discovered only a small asteroid inhabited by a solitary old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true. Though he was later discovered to be lying.

:rotfl:

I rest my case, m'lud! :cool: