This is a high-security fastener designed so that it can only be removed by using a specially designed tool which is number coded and registered to specific customers. It resists unauthorised removal by a person using mole-grips, pliers, and chisels.
It sells in several countries including America and Europe and is sold by Fastenright in the UK.
It also looks great.
Someone has contacted me regarding my products and suggested that I try crowdfunding and I wonder why anyone would be so stupid as to give money to a group of complete strangers.
The best pedal-lock in the world; definitely-maybe. I designed and started to manufactured these pedal-locks when I had my business empire ten years ago back when I employed a lot of people; well the truth is there was just me.
They fit over a pedal in a motor vehicle and prevent it from being depressed, now this sounds very silly but they are made from solid aluminium, have you ever tried to cut through aluminium, well it’s not easy especially in the footwell of a car. The push locks are Low and Fletcher with an anti-pick feature, the studs are through hardened and once fitted on the car can’t be got at. Every lock has an individual set of key and as these are push lock’s they can be placed on the pedal and simply pushed in place without using the key. The pedal locks are anodised in a range of colours.
But here is the best part of their design because they can be used to secure almost anything. bikes, electric bikes, scooters, motor bikes, farming machinery. And unlike chains they can’t be cut through with bolt cutters.
So where can you buy these amazing ant-thief-device? Well, you can’t, when I was sixty-eight and on holiday in Cyprus, I got pneumonia and was so ill that when I got home I was forced to close my business.
So now as you must be aware if you have managed to read a few paragraphs of this website I design things. And will hopfully be starting another business soon.
So I am looking for someone to buy the idea or manufacture them and pay me a percentage of the profits. Or failing that I wonder if the peaky blinders need a really mature actor who looks like Jasper Carrot with a genuine Birmingham accent.
I have spent months working on designing a system that removes carbon dioxide from the atmosphere and I have applied for a patent.
Each one of these units will absorb 48 pounds of carbon dioxide from the air per year and will release oxygen in exchange. And how much will each of these units cost; well that’s the best part as long as you are prepared to wait, they won’t cost you anything. Sounds too good to be true; well it’s not it just takes a lot of like-minded people to change the world.
I’m not sure about the name of this invention yet but I sort of like the idea of calling it a tree.
Oh as a postscript, the patent office has refused my patent application, they said that someone called God has already taken one out with exactly the same design. I am disappointed but normally a patent only lasts for twenty years so I am prepared to wait until it runs out then I will flood the market.
Yes as I expected Andrew Lloyd Webber hasn’t been in contact with me regarding my mega book sales ninety-two pounds twenty-seven pence and three farthings to date.
I can only assume that he realises my potential as a writer whose books can be turned into musicals and sees me as a threat to his international status.
Ideas are signposts for the mind
I have just had my finger bent back seventy degree’s, but I never got the police involved; why; I am one of the unlucky people who developed collagen in both hands. this wraps around the fingers and overtime pulls them inwards until they eventually touch the palm of the hand. It normally only happens to the ring and little finger.
There are three ways to correct this. cut the fingers open then cut around the tendon to remove the collagen
Cut the fingers off ( this does happen to some people )
A collagenase injection into the fingers that require treatment. This is treated as a proper operation and the collagenase softens the collagen that has formed around the tendon. and it hurts but not as much as the following day’s treatment. The next day the hand is injected with anaesthetic and fifteen minutes later the surgeon ( a really nice man Mr Waldron ) pulls the finger backwards until the collagen snaps (like a carrot) now that really hurts.
So now my finger is only bent at fifteen degrees and I am so pleased with that.
Next hand in six months time.
The staff were really nice at Queen Elisabeth, Birmingham, UK especially the one who said that I reminded her of someone famous. Ah, Steve Macqueen I asked. No Jasper Carrot she replied. Sometimes reality is not a nice thing.
Coming soon my take on virtual reality,
I was seventy six on the eighth of June and still working three days every week at a small engineering firm in Tipton, West midlands as a toolmaker.
Went out with three friends last Friday to a local public house The Jolly Collier and took some samples of the recently designed Fasteners and nuts that I made at work.
I suppose that designing nuts and bolts doesn’t sound very exciting but I do like to keep my mind active just in case someone is desperate and needs a brain transplant ( best of luck there)
But my friends were impressed with the smart_thread and the other two items that I took along. Trying to get a large manufacturer interested I them.
Don’t suppose Andrew Lloyd Webber reads my column? if you do would you be interested in making a musical of my book ‘Don’t Ever Forget Me’ if so I would willingly let you have twenty percent of the profits , look if you really do a good job on it I could run to twenty one percent.
Can’t spend any more time on this column tonight as I want to write some more of my science fiction novel ‘Clone’ Don’t suppose there’s a good literary agent in the Tipton Area that works on five percent commission or a bad one that works on three and a half percent. Wonder If Andrew would be interested?
After three years working at the first factory Nichols and Lewis, they went into administration, which looking back seems to be a common theme in engineering in the UK.
Fortunately, the company next door offered all the apprentices employment, and it was one of the largest plastic toolmaking firms in the country.
While there I was moved to different parts of the factory it was a way learn a different variety of skills. Now it was my turn to stay in the Inspection department; not very exciting I thought. I was going to spend the next six months sitting down measuring blocks of steel…Still.
On my first morning, a tall man as thin as a broom stale introduced himself to me, he had little hair but what he did have was brushed backwards and held in place with Brylcreem, ‘I’me Albert Brown,’ he said. For the first few months, I struggled to make any sense of what he said. It wasn’t just the lisp but more like the feeling of starting a jigsaw without the picture to give you an idea of what the finished puzzle looked like.
‘I used to be a boxer,’ he told me one day. ‘A boxer.’ I replied in surprise. ‘I was pretty good.’ he said. ‘Who did you fight?’ I asked.
‘Everyone,’ he replied, ‘I was a fairground boxer, a bare-fist fighter, people would come out of the crowd and they would get money if they beat me. not many did. Then I saw his eyes glisten. ‘But one day this guy stepped out of the crowd, he was big but that never bothered me because big people are sometimes slow or clumsy. He climbed into the ring and as soon as the bell went I knew he was too good for me. I could usually box and slip away from a person if I needed too. But not him he chased me and was relentless, he really hurt me.’ but I didn’t go down,’ there were tears in.his eyes.
I felt so sorry for him and now knew why he struggled with his speech, I really liked him. He used to tease me and say, ‘Hit me on the arm as hard as you like’, ‘I don’t want to I,’ replied, ‘I might hurt you. ‘Don’t be silly he replied,’ but if it makes you feel any better let me hit your arm first, from just two inches away. Before I could reply he hit me and my arm went numb. He started laughing. From then on it was a ritual between us. One I always enjoyed.
It was normal for me to have a bruised arm but it never bothered me, it was part of factory life. ‘ I have a son.’ he said one day. He had never mentioned a son before. ‘Is he a boxer,’ I asked? Albert laughed. ‘Got more sense than me,’ he answered. He’s a drummer in a rock and roll band. They are are a really good group.’ They are called the fortunes.
I said, ‘Wow,’ or something equally as cool because he was right they were a really good group and would eventually have songs high into the record charts.’
Albert Brown was a really nice man.
This is the only solid silver coaster of this type in the universe (unless there is a parallel one.)
I designed and manufactured the tooling and made just one sample.
It is 110-millimetre diameter by .5 thick and has been hallmarked at the assay office in Birmingham.
The case made from oak and is branded with the same Logo.
Features in the book Along Came Joe
”A collector’s item?”
21/01/2018
How could a Government in the UK run a policy of fitting Smart Meters that are not ubiquitous and can at the moment only send information to the energy company that fitted them? Which means that if you decide to switch supplier they possibly won’t work.
Could it possibly be that the people in government aren’t very smart?
21/01/2018
The year was 1957 and I was 15 years old. My sister had got me a job in a factory located on Tyburn Road, Birmingham as a toolmaker. it was a firm that made a variety of parts in metal; from small components to sumps for lorries.
I had no idea what a toolmaker was or what they did but my dad said that it was the best job in a factory and that I would have a job for the rest of my life. And he was right but I really disliked working there mainly because the person in charge of the section that I worked in was a really aggressive person. And everyone disliked him but most were too frightened to tell him.
I did make some really good friends there, Bobby Moor was two years older than me and so confident that he was never frightened to say what he thought even if it caused problems. He was an excellent footballer and a very fast runner. He did have a major health problem and would on many occasions suffer epileptic fits and collapse on the floor unconscious. The nearest person to him would cradle his head and place a steel rule in his mouth to prevent him biting his own tongue.
John Ward was the same age as Bob but old before his time. As far as I know, he never did anything spectacular in his life but was absolutely fanatical about trains and spent his weekends driving children around on a small gauge railway in Sutton Park. Bob told him that he was boring and that later in life he would regret not enjoying himself while he was young. But some people are born old.
Harry Lycet was the firm’s electrician, he was small and stocky had a round face with a complexion that was more suited to a fairground boxer; sort of scuff marks all around the edges and never stopped talking. He squeezed himself into a boiler suit that was far too small and as it was washed every weekend each Monday it shrunk even more. Never really knew how old he was but probably about fifty-five.
Sometime in his life while working on a massive power it had malfunctioned and cut all the fingers off on his right hand. He used to joke about it. and nothing seemed to bother him.
One Monday morning he never turned up for work and we found out later that he had fallen down the stairs and broken his neck dying instantly.
I missed his banter. Funny how sharp some images remain from so long ago and others that you really want to keep don’t.
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