“Now I do not believe you wanted to do that,” said a Harry Enfield TV character. He was clever like that, this character. He could see what the other person was doing and identify all the things that were wrong with those things. A character that was almost as clever and funny as the thousands of people who would go to school and work the next day saying “Now I do not believe you wanted to do that.” Over and over. And over. Oh yes, the Nineties was a golden age of workplace comedy.
Author Archives: Rob Ellard
Thanks to blustery Internet causing dark clouds in the house, I was moved to consider the week in terms of a vaping weather forecast. What brought a ray of sunshine or outbreaks of the chills in your vapeweek?
What is the biggest menace in vaping today? If you put your mind to it, what is the single most insufferable aspect to this otherwise rewarding and enjoyable pastime? There’s a whole host to pick from but I’m pretty certain I know exactly what mine is.
There used to be a simple divide – two species of vaper lived exclusively in the Republic of Clone or Elitistland. Crossbreeding near the border resulted in offspring that was then caught in the crossfire of a conflict. A struggle that almost everyone else knew little about and cared even less for. Diverse breeds now occupy various niches and we provide this handy to follow guide for people wanting to spot vapers in their natural habitats. When United Nations peacemakers departed from the battle-scarred landscape they detailed the following genera for Family Vaper.
Something is not right with the world. I appreciate that the nausea and involuntary shaking is a result of yesterday’s alcoholic excess, but there is still something not sitting as it should. The planet appears to have been re-ordered.
First came 30,000 metres of wire in 2012 that we still have and will never sell. Then The Tip arrived; vapers loved its look and feel. Following that we published a blog post on titanium wire for temperature-controlled (TC) mods back in February and finally an update in June. We’ve been on a journey with titanium – welcome Stealthvape’s medical-grade 1 Ti wire.
I’ve never had the inclination to indulge myself in a popularity contest. Despite not having achieved anything worthy of being considered for an online forum vote I was delighted to be excluded this year. Clint Eastwood once said “A man should know his limitations,” and mine cover anything laying beyond making a half-decent fry-up.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Not according to Marge Simpson who’d hate to get a dozen crapweeds for Valentine’s Day, she’d rather have candy. Homer: “Not if they were called scumdrops.”
I’ve recently come across a court for vapers. It’s not a real court. It’s a group on a social media platform that offers to settle vaping community disputes. No police fabricating evidence but there may be men wearing wigs – I don’t judge. I can’t, I don’t have a gown. All told, it seems as palatable as having a strange person shouting abuse through my letterbox. It got me wondering if there wasn’t a better way for vapers to seek redress.
Life is nothing without failure; I used to tell this to a room of blank-faced teenagers. For some reason they failed to grasp how without Newton making mistakes we would not know that f=G*m1m2/r^2. They either failed to grasp it or were too busy wondering about when they could next nip behind some Portakabins to reply. Who’s having the last laugh now though, eh? Stupid students.
