Party Vibe

I am no way smart enough for “genius” level – it is just I grew up in 1970s/80s where you had to learn stuff from basic principles; as well as have some knowledge of other languages which was always the case until the 21st century.

There were two good bits of advice my Professor friend told everyone – the first is when you are faced with something which looks complicated; start with what you do know and use this to split the system into smaller pieces that can be individually tested.

The second was that he believed small children should be encouraged to experiment at an early age and even receive a few strong but non-lethal electric shocks and see what happens if low voltage circuits are accidentally sparked from L+ or L- to M/FE (earth) – these teach them to respect electricity. He did say that might have been a factor in his divorce; but his sons and daughters are all alive and well.

The Dutch, Germans, French, Belgians, Danes and Norweigians have the same attitudes which is why try and keep up with my languages as if you confine yourself to the Anglosphere you only get a limited amount of info or end up having to translate it from American and convert everything to metric so I might as well have read it in NL/DE/FR/DK/NO to start with.

It isn’t going to get me into Heaven either – other than to fix up defective communications equipment or add more repeater masts (I expect smartphones are now allowed in all afterlifes provided they are not used for anything sinful – provided they are silent they are now permitted in Catholic Churches, Mosques and Buddhist temples)

After many late nights reading the French cahier; UKPN earthing scheme and listening to Radio Maria (where Vincent reads the Chronicles or Narnia in Dutch at some random hour and plays English choral music) I envisaged new mast provides as being sent to some random outdoor place, where everyone on the work party (which could equally include Abdul and Ahmed) is closely watched by a foreman from Yorkshire + glared at random cats (some of which may have wandered over from foreign Heavens but are all annoyed because you’ve dug up their favourite chilling out place) – with the dude singing the specifications like a hymn accompanied by the cats.

“And Thou shalt bury; a grid of Copper,
At least a Metre, below the Firmament”
(miauw)

And once you are done with that an entire load of German Nuns arrive and the equivalent of BNetzA and check the grid is of sufficient dimensions, hasn’t got mangled in installation, correctly earth bonded to the mast and any electric supply earthing terminal; then everyone has to set up the equipment cabinet fill the big hole in and replant all the flowers; shrubbery and everything else that was previously there before the Nuns and Commnication Ministry visit again to check it once more. It might be better than being clouted with a rod of iron which can happen to some disbelievers but is stil hard work.