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Go Outside, worst case scenario, a bear kills you!
Photographed on the back window of a minivan
Hy Vee Parking Lot
Lakeville Minnesota
Friday October 1st 2021
When you think of poor cars and the worst era of British Industry, most will cite the Austin Allegro, a car that truly is a staple of its time, and those times were pretty grim to say the least! It has become a symbol of failure, a monument to catastrophic engineering, a beacon of impracticality and a terrible tribute to an age we Brits would sooner forget.
Bit is the Austin Allegro really deserving of such maligned opinions? Should we really hate it as much as we do?
The story of the Allegro goes back to the previous model of its range, the Austin 1100, a car that had become symbolic of the British family motor industry, with crisp smooth lines, round peeking headlights and a good blend of space and practicality, it sold by the millions and could have almost been described as a family equivalent of the Mini, novelty that you can use everyday. Trouble was that the 1100 was starting to look very much its age in 1971, and thus British Leyland, the new owners of Austin, took it upon themselves to design a new car that would be sheek and European, something that could win both the British and the International markets.
For this they enlisted the help of Chief BL Designer Harris Mann, famous for many great BL products such as the Marina, the Ital, the Princess and the Triumph TR7. Today many people blame him for the poor designs that the company spewed out onto the roads of Britain, but I personally feel sorry for him, especially with cars such as the Allegro. His original design for the car was an angular and very streamlined looking piece of kit, a hatchback and with two fins on the rear to compliment the long smooth waistband, making it look almost reminiscent of an Aston Martin DB5 crossed with a 1969 DBS. However, his promising designs were sadly watered down by British Leyland, tinkered, altered, and, quite frankly, ruined his idea to become what it is, with its bathtub curves, long sloping back and piggy headlights. I will say, it's not the ugliest car in the world, far from it, I've seen much worse like the Pontiac Aztek which looks like a cross between a Bug and a mutant Rhino, but when you compare it to Harris Mann's original sketches, then, and only then, do you understand how far down the Allegro design came.
But styling wasn't what BL expected to win the market with, but instead with the car's practicality, starting with the new Hydragas suspension to replace the previous Hydrolastic suspension of the 1100. With this suspension, The Allegro intended to lock horns with the likes of the outgoing Citroën DS and its replacement the CX. Hydragas uses displaced spheres of Nitrogen gas to replace the conventional steel springs of a regular suspension design. The means for pressurising the gas in the displacers is done by pre-pressurising a hydraulic fluid, and then connecting the displacer to its neighbour on the other axle. This is unlike the Citroën system, which uses hydraulic fluid continuously pressurised by an engine-driven pump and regulated by a central pressure vessel. However, the attempt at being an outstanding motor ended at Hydragas because there was nothing else particularly endearing about the Allegro. The interior was cheap, nasty and very cramped, especially in the back where you couldn't even fit a bag of shopping let alone your children! Rather than taking the sensible approach of the competition by fitting the car with a hatchback for more boot space, the car was just fitted with a tiny little trunk that you couldn't fit a bag of shopping into either! The engine, the BMC A-Series, was carried over from the 1100, which was a fine little engine, perky and fairly reliable if maintained properly, as well as the heater being carried over from the Morris Marina, but I'm no judge of heaters so I won't say if that was for good or for ill. Most jarring however was when the car was fitted with a square steering wheel! Probably the most memorable part of the Allegro is the fact that it was given a quartic steering wheel, which BL claimed was for ease of access to the front seat and so that the instruments could be seen, which leaves one asking whether you couldn't see them with a round steering wheel! In the end even Harris Mann disowned the car with disappointment, claiming it was nothing like his original idea, which is pretty bad when even the Chief Designer disowns it!
Either way, in spite of Mr. Mann's space-age design being watered down to something unrecognisable and with only Hydragas suspension to make it any different from anything else on the market, the Allegro was launched in 1973 with a promotional trip to Marbella in the south of Spain, and early reviews, despite there being a unanimous dislike to the car's shape and styling, were quite warm, many praising the comfort of the Hydragas suspension. However, reviews of the drive quality, such as the car's heavy steering and cheap, plastic interior, were less favourable.
Nevertheless, initial sales of the Allegro were promising and it was in 1973 one of the best selling cars of the year, but things truly went for the plunge soon afterwards, and the car never fully recovered. The flaws of the design became prominent, followed by British Leyland's infamous low quality builds. Roofs, panels and boots leaked, rear wheels flew off, and rumour has it that these cars were banned from the Mersey Tunnel in Liverpool because they couldn't be towed after a breakdown without the chassis bending in the middle! Engines failed to start, wiring was abysmal, rear windows popped out, the paint colours were dreary and dismal, the car would rust before you got it home and many commented that the car had a better drag co-efficiency going backwards!
The Allegro did come in a selection of variants, including an estate, a sporty coupé known as the Equipe, and a very strange luxury variant known as the Vanden Plas 1500, a peculiar which was fitted with luxury items carried over from the Jaguar XJ range and had a big chrome nose yoked onto the front to try and make it look reminiscent of a Rolls Royce or a Bentley. Only problem is that Rolls Royce's and Bentley's have their front ends designed around the chrome nose, and thus the result was that it looked something like a pig! Also, another thing about Rollers and Bentleys is that they're much, much bigger than a tiny Allegro, which had absolutely no legroom in the back which made the concept entirely pointless! The car was also sold in Italy as the Innocenti Regent, nothing particularly different apart from different badges.
In 1975 the Allegro II was launched to try and redress some of the issues with the original car, including a slightly altered front-end and some minor changes internally, but overall it was very much the same. These changes however weren't enough to save the car's dwindling reputation, and even though the BL advertisers continued to lay on the imaginative promotion, the car was still losing heavily to the likes of the Ford Cortina.
The final variant, the Allegro III, had the most changes upon its launch in 1979, including a new version of the A-Series engine and quad round headlights to make it look a bit more modern. Apart from that the car was still very much the same as it was in 1973, and it was truly showing its age. British Leyland, recovering from the bankruptcy of 1977, attempted to rationalise the company by pulling out of the sports car range as well as some of their older products. The MG sportsters were killed off in 1980 and their factory closed whilst production of the Allegro and the Mini were slowed down as they prepared to discontinue to both of them in favour of the Austin Metro. The Morris Marina and Princess were replaced by the mostly identical Morris Ital and the Austin Ambassador, and Triumph was now being used to pioneer a tie up with Japan to create good and reliable cars in the form of the Triumph Acclaim.
The hammer eventually fell on the Allegro after 9 years of production in 1982 when the Austin Maestro was launched after 5 years of development. In all, 642,000 Allegros left the factory during its lifetime, but today less than 250 are known to exist, with many rusting away or being part exchanged for a plant pot by the time 1990 hit. The reputation of these cars is still very much maligned by both critics and motoring enthusiasts alike, with it topping many people's worst car in history lists, and becoming Britain's worst car of all time followed closely by the Morris Marina. Top Gear were always quick to bash the Allegro, with two of the ambiguous Vaden Plas 1500's meeting their maker, one being smashed with a suspended Morris Marina in a giant game of Bar Skittles, whilst another was driven in reverse off a ramp and smashed into a pile of scrapyard cars.
Me personally? I feel that the Allegro was a car with promise and premise, but the abilities of British Leyland fell far short of their ambitions, not helped by their incompetence and desire to commit corporate suicide. If the car had been built as Harris Mann had designed, been given a hatchback, and had been created with the slightest semblance of sense, then it could have truly been a winner. As it is, the car is now a sorry marker in the world of broken dreams, one that we simply choose to forget and never forgive.
The worst of Picasso's stains were located on his backside. It's hard to see in this photo because of the angle, but the left hand (when looking at the picture) was SQUALID!!! I'm not sure what this little guy got into, but I'm glad I don't know (it would probably be disgusting). After running him through the washing machine with detergent and Oxy Clean, I had to spot treat this hand. I filled a little bowl with super hot water and a generous amount of oxy cleaner from the Dollar Tree. I scrubbed the mixture in with a toothbrush, and then left his hand to soak for an hour. Then I rinsed it all out and hung him to dry. The stains fully disappeared. There is still a little marker stain on his front side, but it's not a gross out factor like the former marks in this photo. I also had to trim off all the little fly away fibers from Picasso's yarn hair. He had a whole Christopher Lloyd thing (from "Back to the Future) going on. It was cute, but it really held back his appearance. I also feel that you can really see a difference in the cleanliness of his outfit in this photo collage. It would have been silly to wash the doll but leave his clothes smelling foul!
Tutorial: How I Clean Dolly Bodies & Faces
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They decided to look around some more and when they got upstairs to the bedroom, Papa dog growled, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed,"
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said the Mama dog
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and she's still there!" exclaimed Baby dog.
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Worst....restaurant.....name.....ever. The food did smell good, however.
The very dead Westland Mall in Columbus. It is one of four "directional" malls in Columbus, along with Northland (demolished), Southland (closed), and Eastland.
Built as an open air center in 1969, it was enclosed in 1982, and hasn't been touched much. It has one remaining anchor (Sears), two empty anchor slots (Lazarus/Macy's, and Penney's), and Staples as a junior anchor, which has no mall access.
If Westland is still open this time next year, I'll be surprised.
So This was for my Class at school. I had to pick a word/phrase and take a picture to convey the message....I choose "worst nightmare" I played around with my lighting pattern and found this pattern helped convey the emotion....i used two key light one on each side 90 degrees camera left and right and one fill using a supersoft 0 degrees behind the camera and a hairlight.....
does it convey the emotion....do you get the message?
Today was one of the worst days in my life. I went for a walk a lil further. And a guy called me and asked me to help him with his daughter because she is very sick. I went to see her and she was almost just bone. They said she hasn t eaten nothing for one week and she wouldn t drink water either. she can t walk or talk and when I saw her she was half unconcious. She probably weighs about six kilos. I didn t want to give her medicines cos I didn t know what she had and was afraid that if I give her the wrong thing it ll kill her. So I promised we ll go after we finish w the kids. Bu we went and were able to do nothing because we found out that they were headed to their home in Zambia and didn t really want us to take the girl to Katima to the hospital cos she had been in the Hospital in zambia and they said they can t do nothing for her anymore. I would still have taken her but they told me it will be a big problem if she dies in katima cos she s not namibian and bla bla, so basicly the parents just wanted to get home and let her die around her neighbours and relatives. But to me it is so absurd to let someone just die. I really thought it would ve been posible to save her life somehow. I think I will never forget it s like a stone on my heart. To just let a 5 year old die out of convinience. What s her fault, what if when I was really sick when i was one and wouldn t get well had fevers of 42 degrees quite often and was even unconcious my parents would have just left my to die because they had already tried. I really would ve adopted this girl. Her father smelt like alcohol. Now in the evening when we took her to the Sesheke clinic she was in a somehow better state of conciousness but she could barely breathe. It s the worth feeling to be able to save a live but to actually be unable to because her parent decided to basicly bury her alive. I wonder what would you have felt if you were here. Maybe you would ve been more persuasive towards a solution that could bring her a hope for life.
I feel guilty. I really felt that something could be done. But nobody really cares. I t s just another kid who doesnt get to live his life and make his own choices. I wish her parents cared more for their child than for their stomachs. They were trying to get money from us and were not really open for finding some hope for their child. I would give everything to save her but I m not allowed to. Well, my favorite african proverb is ,,I pointed out to you the stars but you only saw the tip of my finger,, All I can do is pray that God will have mercy on her and we can meet one day in heaven. I would be sooo happy. Please pray with me. My words can t say much of how i feel. But I know He can give her life. I feel that her blood will be asked of my own hands if she dies forever because she was born in an ignorant family. I ll go early in the morning and try to make her drink some of that rehidration stuff at least. Sorry for this depressing letter. But I can be nothing just that, what if this was your daughter ? We really live in a cruel and unfair world. Will i get on the top of my list the name of that country where tears will be no more?
. Dios te bendigo.
This I found in the bathroom of a restaurant in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, where I was with my family to celebrate my cousin's Bar Mitzvah.
How freaking hilarious is this?!
Ward 21 for the Criminally Insane. Abandoned maximum security asylum in the middle of the bush at Morisset NSW, housing the worst of the worst. Closed in 1990 and now being destroyed by vandals.
We managed to get up to The Lake District for a few days at Easter. We got away from work on Good Friday afternoon and spent three hours covering 110 miles, the M61 and M6 were very slow or stopped. As ever once there we soon left the hassle behind. We were using a B&B that we used very regularly for ten years until the owner passed away quite suddenly. Now under new ownership it has been totally gutted and refurbished, it’s very nice but twice as expensive.
We were out in good time on Saturday, it was dull and cool but very calm. I’d deliberated for ages as to where to walk, wanting to avoid the worst of the Easter crowds. It was the busiest I’d seen the Lakes for a long time amd the North Lakes in particular had stunning weather, the South Lakes had dense fog in places until the afternoon and was much cooler – but not cold. Parking in Patterdale we headed up Arnison Crag, on to Birks aiming for St Sunday Crag. This was where it started to go wrong. I got a sudden pain in my right ankle, near a previous serious ankle injury, it’s not unusual to get a bit of pain in this ankle but it got worse. My ankle felt like it was in a vice. On the plus side the cloud which was very low initially was clearing higher at the same speed that we were climbing. We scrambled over Cofa Pike through some snow on to Fairfield and for a change the summit was clear with glorious views. I had to undo my gaiter and slacken my boot, my ankle was swelling and bruising. I took paracetemol and carried on – I didn’t have much choice really. We walked to Hart Crag out to Dove Crag, back to Hart Crag as we wanted to head down over Hartsop above How. We stopped for a quick sandwich and pot of lemon tea before heading down the rocky path. By now I was suffering but still able to walk fairly fast. The yomp back along the road to Patterdale was tough. We covered 11.5 miles in around five hours, which was OK for a first walk in the mountains for a while. We drove to Keswick wanting to get to Brysons tearooms for cake and coffee. Keswick was packed and sunny and we had to walk in half a mile, that was painful, my ankle was agony until I got it loosened up. Toasted Plum Bread, apple pie and ice cream and coffee made up for the grief.
On Sunday I knew I couldn’t walk much. I was applying Ibuprofen Gel regularly but it was going to be a car and camera day. There was dense fog when we set off so I decided we needed to be somewhere attractive when it started to clear, I just didn’t know when that was going to be. We drove into Langdale and the fog broke to reveal Blue sky and the top of the Langdale Pikes, it was fantastic. I immediately thought of Blea Tarn and drove up the pass out of Langdale. I expected to find, as is usual, tripods in a row, with photographers clicking away. There wasn’t a soul, it was so calm and peaceful – and beautiful – I couldn’t believe my luck. I limped as fast as I could to the Tarn, unfortunately an overnight camper, who I chatted with about the beauty, reflections and the camera I was carrying, did her best to encourage her dog into the water and she got in to get washed. It was so calm that the ripples would cross the entire tarn and spoil the photos. I shot as quick as I could, moving away from her all the time. I think I had around 15 minutes at the most before a breeze – that I couldn’t feel – started to ripple the water. The reflections disappeared and it was over. Without the bad ankle I would have missed this tranquillity as we would have been toiling up out first climb of the day. The fog stayed put in the South Lakes but we headed north over Dunmail Raise to blue sky and 17 degrees.
On Monday after 36 hours of Ibuprofen I felt that my ankle would stand a six or seven miler – but where? We had very thick fog in Ambleside so again I drove over Dunmail Raise and again it was fantastic. I could see the chance of some good photos around Thirlmere but I had to get waterside at a point where the view wasn’t obstructed with saplings and bushes growing out of the water. This was easier said than done, it took three attempts to get a decent location. I had reflections, hanging mist, water and mountains – and wet feet again, fortunately I had my walking boots and socks to put on for the walk ahead. After my photo chase we parked at Steel End and headed up the steep nose of Steel Fell. It’s a tough climb but the view over Thirlmere was great. We could see the wall of fog to the south and I was looking forward to getting to the top, hoping that we would be able to see over it with mountains poking out of a sea of white. This was exactly as it was, the Lion and the Lamb on Helm Crag looked like an island in the sea of mist. We walked along the ridge to Calf Crag with clear views to the north and a sea on mist to the south, it looked like the right choice again. We were going to head down Wythburn back to Thirlmere. Wyth Burn runs through a secluded hanging valley through an area called The Bog. I’ve walked down here a few times and at first glance it looks dry – they didn’t name it The Bog for nothing – it is extremely wet. It doesn’t matter how high you walk to avoid it – you can’t! We were wet above the gaiters by the time we got back and it was tough on the ankle. Brysons here we come, another beautiful hot day in Keswick but back to work tomorrow.
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If any sink, assure that this, now standing
A poem by Emily Dickinson
If any sink, assure that this, now standing—
Failed like Themselves—and conscious that it rose—
Grew by the Fact, and not the Understanding
How Weakness passed—or Force—arose—
Tell that the Worst, is easy in a Moment—
Dread, but the Whizzing, before the Ball—
When the Ball enters, enters Silence—
Dying—annuls the power to kill.
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A Comic Book Guy on the street last Summer. Work schedule has been crazy so sorry for the lame group entries of late. And HCS!
Historic Stowe pub reopens without the fleas, rats or mouldy walls
Visitors to the New Inn at Stowe gardens found much to complain about in the 18th century. Modern ones should not...
New Inn at Stowe
The newly restored tap room at Stowe's New Inn, minus the features that led to moaning from 18th-century guests.
At a cost of £9m the worst pub in Buckinghamshire is open again and ready to receive guests. However, the National Trust has not been entirely authentic in its restoration of the 18th-century New Inn at Stowe.
The fires are burning again in the grates, the beer barrels are ready in the tap room and the sheets are hanging in the laundry, but the fleas, the rats, the filth, the wallpaper breathing arsenic fumes from walls mouldy with damp, the dreadful food and the even worse beds are gone.
Lord Cobham built the New Inn in 1717 to feed and water visitors to the extraordinary front garden at his palatial home at Stowe: 250 acres studded with temples, columns, arches, obelisks, cascades, grottoes, and lakes.
The lakes were a three-dimensional allegory of liberal politics, with the Temple of Modern Virtue a deliberately tottering ruin sheltering only a headless bust of Louis XIV, and the Temple of British Worthies glorifying a motley crew including Isaac Newton, Elizabeth I, John Locke and Walter Raleigh.
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"It was, then as now, the most important landscape garden in Europe, designed as a riposte to Versailles," said Richard Wheeler, the National Trust garden historian.
"It was all intended to ensure that the attentive visitor would never in their future life even contemplate voting Tory – though there is no evidence that this ever worked."
Visitors flocked to a garden which Wheeler described as "a theme- park-style tourist attraction of its time".
The inn, which also served as a pub for locals and estate workers, was built to cater for visitors who were well enough off to arrive by stage coach or post chaise and pay 6d for a guidebook without which they had no hope of making sense of the garden, but were not grand enough to be invited to stay in the house.
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Cobham leased his pub to various landlords. Complaints from early guests, traced by an archaeologist, Gary Marshall, were vituperative. One visitor said that none of his party had been able to sleep a wink from the "fleas and gnats". Another moaned about "bad beds and worse eating". Marshall has also established that the cellars regularly flooded disastrously: he began his own work in the building standing in a foot of foetid water.
The complaints ended after the inn changed hands in the late 18th century and was considerably smartened up. By the end of the 19th century, when the gardens had bankrupted their owners and been stripped of many features, the New Inn had become a farm house.
The National Trust began an epic restoration of the gardens 20 years ago, but with the big house now one of the grander public schools, it had to operate from a glorified garden shed.
The trust bought the New Inn from the last private owners in 2005, when the roof was falling in, the floors had collapsed and the weed-choked yard was a graveyard of abandoned farm machinery.
During the restoration, which was done with the help of a £1.5m grant from the Heritage Lottery Fund, volunteers cleaned and recycled 128,000 roof tiles, revealing some startling obscenities scrawled by Georgian workmen. A new barn-like building, replacing one beyond restoration, was built to house a shop and cafe.
The typically Dutch winter meal, as served by my friend's family. It was VERY tasty, and the whole pan was finished in no time.
FILE--Singer Britney Spears performs at the MTV Video Music Awards at Radio City Music Hall in New York in this Sept. 7, 2000 file photo. Mr. Blackwell named Spears the top fashion flop of 2000 in his annual worst-dressed women list Tuesday, Jan. 9, 2001. He called her two-piece outfits "Madonna rejects." (AP Photo/Suzanne Plunkett, File)
So, this weekend didn't end the way as planned.
Yesterday, we took pictures, and went out to eat, and everything was good.
But then, today, we went to lunch at the mall, and shopping for a bit. And my car got broken into! My CAMERA! It's gone..
Basically, whoever broke into my car made off with 3 ipods, two cameras (including my xti) and everything. They stole our duffle bags of clothes, makeup, and just everything. I had to go to the store to buy a toothbrush and toothpaste because they even took that. Ohhh and my empty ashtray. Why do they need an ashtray???
We're guesstimating that the collective cost of stuff stolen, not including damages, is around $5,000. They hit the jackpot.
All they left were blankets and pillows pretty much.
And then I had to drive 3 hours, over the mountains, in the rain, with a mexican blanket covering the window just to get home.
I'm exhausted. Today has felt like five days.
But hopefully insurance can cover the big stuff..
I hope you all had a better weekend then me!
*P.S. Hillary, the girl who I was taking senior pictures of, has the same camera as me. And she was the one who took this picture.
NIKON F FTN
Original Nikon Zoom Nikkor C Auto
43-86mm non A-I
Lomography 800
Lens Test, first trip out with this infamous lens regarded by most as the worst lens Nikon has ever made.
For me anyway. We've been having a flea issue so I've been bathing the dogs with Dawn and I think their week has been pretty good so far.
Anyway, you guys probably shouldn't expect any pictures from me that aren't old. My camera screen cracked inside it's case so the screen has decided to stop working all together. And, of course, we don't have money to get a new camera or to get it fixed. So there goes my summer.
I hope all of you are having fun this summer. Have a good week and I'll keep you updated if I ever get my camera fixed,
Dear Ruffles,
Your new product Beef & Cheese Flavor Dip is the worst idea ever & is garbage. It tasted awful. Why mess with perfection? Don't change the Nacho Salsa Con Queso Cheese flavor sauce, leave it alone. My roommate loves it but personally, I think it taste like shit. Whose idea was this, deserves to be pimp slap.
This is possibly the least festive, scariest and worst Christmas window display I've ever seen. You'd have to try quite hard to make it look this bad but in all honesty I'm rather taken with it.
Ridley Road Market, Hackney.
Auto ISO 400
I bought iOptron SkyTracker via Telescope Service in April and tested in May 2013. I put it on Takahashi SE-S wooden tripod, a genuine tripod for Takahashi EM-200 midsize equatorial mount. Leica Apo-elmarit-R 180mmF2.8 and Canon EOS 5Dmk2-sp2, modified by Seo-san were on the tracker via a ball head, Velbon QHD-72Q. Polar alignment was done with the genuine polar scope and iOptron Polar Scope on iPhone.
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Here is a frame of the rig. The tracker looks compact and cute.
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I compared it with Kenko Skymemo-RS on genuine base and tripod. You may be able to see the absolute error on Original 1,939 x 1,012 pixel-frame.
Periodic error looked to be relatively worse with iOptron Skytracker, though I felt it acceptable in imaging with wide lenses or timelapse.
Man, there you go. This is why we have Alien MUSCLE.
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Worst to First
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The world's worst womanless beauty pageant!
Contestant in the 2016 Miss Engineering womanless beauty pageant
(probably the world's finest womanless beauty pageant)