There have been lots of predications - anything from Ice Age to thermal runaway, all within the timescale of the careers of those proposing them, measured in the decades, a lot of them gaining significant attention in the media and government.
All of them wrong.
Ah yes, minimum unit pricing aimed to reduce alcohol consumption.
As a former alcohol addicted person minimum pricing wouldn’t have stopped me boozing constantly and I doubt it’ll stop many people.
One local addicted female I know uses her bus pass to travel over the border to Asda Carlisle to buy a dozen bottles of cheap cider. She’s now drinking more than she did because for several days there are extra supplies in the house whereas before she bought daily!
That's a shame. The one I have is still going strong and doing a good job. One thing I will say is that it's absolutely shit at picking up grass if there's even a hint of moisture in it. The collection box is at an angle which (IMO) doesn't allow for optimum grass collection - it's too steep so when you empty it, it's only about half full.
I am being a bit picky there though. I use it almost every day so the slightest niggle can be an irritant.
I'd heard good things about Echo gear and I bought a strimmer the other day. It's going back as it's badly balanced, has a primer that's too sunk within the housing so you have to remove gloves to use it and the actual housing itself is plastic shit with sharp edges around the primer that slices your fingers when you do take your gloves off.
The fuck designed this crap? It's not cheap either.
I've got an Echo chainsaw which is ok but I don't use it much.
I managed to impale my foot with a pitchfork last year. Christ on a bike that hurt and I couldn't walk on it for about two weeks.
The most memorable was when I was working near a large hawthorn hedge. I'd parked the van close to it and as I received some heavy bit of kit from the van I turned to lay it next to the hedge, bending a few branches back in the process.
As I placed it (mower I think) on the ground, one of the branched whipped back into my face and buried about two inches of thorn straight up my left nostril. Interestingly, it stuck there as it must have rammed itself into a nice piece of cartilage. I had to gingerly retrieve my secateurs, cut the branch and sit in the van with a bit of shrubbery attached to my face. Eventually I yanked it out - agony - and then had to spend a while staunching the surprisingly large gush of blood and wondering whether I'd just lowered my IQ by about 50 points.