WW1???? i knew you were old but......Reminds me of the two old army guys sitting in the retirement home, one says to the other .
Remember that stuff they used to put in our tea in WW1 to stop us feeling randy... well I think it is starting to work.![]()
I've just started to get interested in clocks (master and slave clocks and their associated controls) fascinating stuff. Not that I need any more interests)Age 7 it was clocks (I'll say that carefully)
I remember using stripped insulation as sleeves to hold wires on to components before I got a soldering iron.plastecine + wire = Non approved methods.
I also remember playing with stuff like that, got an old alarm PIR from an abandoned building. It was a Racal guardall IR77 mkii. How on earth I remember that...Only thing I ever caught with burglar alarm was
.. Cat or sister
I have always loved playing with electrical things, I have a collection of vintage electrical things that is probably larger than is healthy, some really odd stuff too. Plenty of light bulbs also. Discharge lighting is fantastic, and old theatre lighting is just something else! LED lights are so boring. Nothing like the 2000W metal halide fittings I'm currently refurbishing.I still have a collection of 5A round pin somewhere !
My dad got me an electronics kit when I was about 7 or 8...a Phillips Electronic Engineer kit, to make Morse buzzer, radios etc. ...
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Been there , rectified from a 10A 18V transformer ... Discovered what burnt me tasted of .. Holding a twisted joint!I attempted to perform electrolysis..
Memories like this have got me to buy my 1st mft , for when I get a bit older / more absent minded ,and still have the urge to dabble !I still remember the bang and the blinding flash when I connected my multimeter across the mains with the leads in the current measuring position.
Ha Ha! The days when a 12 y/o could walk into 'Boots the Chemist' or Woolworths, buy a 7lb tin of (unsuppressed) Sodium chlorate weedkiller, a pack of icing sugar, a box of 12 AG3B flash bulbs, a roll of bell wire, and a torch battery, all at the same time, from the same check-out, and no one said anything.... unhealthy interest in fire and explosives started with weed killer ...
Do you work in a Quarry lol?Ha Ha! The days when a 12 y/o could walk into 'Boots the Chemist' or Woolworths, buy a 7lb tin of (unsuppressed) Sodium chlorate weedkiller, a pack of icing sugar, a box of 12 AG3B flash bulbs, a roll of bell wire, and a torch battery, all at the same time, from the same check-out, and no one said anything.
Happy days. Which, incidentally, informed my entire subsequent main career.
Naa. I work in bomb disposal. Which is ironic really.Sounds like he works in H&S to me
Bloody hell. There’s a career I wouldn’t want to make a mistake in.Naa. I work in bomb disposal. Which is ironic really.
(With electrics on the side when I need some additional excitement.)
Yup. AKA 'If you see me running, do try to keep up.'... working in the missile section. ... Fire safety in this place was: "... see if you can run away as fast as I can!”
Was never really interested in electrics, just wanted an Apprenticeship wood butchery did appeal initially, once I got into Sparkying I sort of gelled, morphed if you like, enjoyed it never looked back, never been out of work or without employment,I was 7. I painstakingly removed 2 screws from a power socket with a small pair of scissors and then tried to unscrew the live in the same fashion.
This is how I became painfully became interested in them, how about you?
Not at all. It's not actually dangerous if you remain alert. And if you do make a mistake so what, because you'll never know about it.Bloody hell. There’s a career I wouldn’t want to make a mistake in.
One of our hydraulic machines caught fire .This was massive digger with hundreds of gallons of oil and diesel in itBloody hell. There’s a career I wouldn’t want to make a mistake in.
reminds me of the time I worked on an RAF base. Nothing special, still needed civvies to change a lightbulb.... but we were workingin the missile section. Every new building we worked in, we had to have an induction/ safety brief.
Fire safety in this place was: “If you discover a fire, first raise the alarm. Then see if you can run away as fast as I can!”
I used caster sugar myself, closer to the granule size of the sodium chlorate.Ha Ha! The days when a 12 y/o could walk into 'Boots the Chemist' or Woolworths, buy a 7lb tin of (unsuppressed) Sodium chlorate weedkiller, a pack of icing sugar, a box of 12 AG3B flash bulbs, a roll of bell wire, and a torch battery, all at the same time, from the same check-out, and no one said anything.
Happy days. Which, incidentally, informed my entire subsequent main career.
ps: And then film the whole ridiculous and dangerous process on my father's 8mm cine camera. Here's a still, which, until this thread got me reminiscing on a happy childhood, I forgot I had
Note the prepared device in the milk bottle. And who else remembers 'Savbit' solder?
And check out that massively cool LED watch
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My dad was a sparks he worked in a big factory as their maintenance guy. Pretty mundan stuff like fitting tray and conduit , fixing stuff and replacing light bulbs etc.
I spend the summer holidays with him after taking my GCSEs , did some basic stuff like cutting conduit and pulling cable etc. spent hours just roaming the factory floor looking or little jobs that needed doings...
Unfortunatly the factory was closed down shortly there after (is now a big yellow storage units) and everyone was was made redundant overnight.
But from this brief time working with him sparked my interest in wiring and electrical work.
Are you guys brothers?My old fella was a foreman electrician in a massive factory. A few years after he'd left he started up on his own and I remember he used to take me in there to do summer maintenance on shutdown. His old chargehand had taken over his job and tested me with a fault find on a small machine.
I, luckily I'll say, narrowed it down to a faulty solenoid and got a pat on the back. Went back to school but eventually joined the firm as an apprentice.
Good luck to you @Lister1987 thats a great attitude you have mate!From about 9 when I started to take my toys apart, then about 14 I started stripping them for components and making new circuits then through my 20s going computer repair and actually looking to advance through college and beyond to become a spark.
The kicker of course being I'm disabled (had hydrocephalus and cerbal palsy since birth and non-specifical lower back pain since 2015 with no sign of abaiting) but if I want my kids to get a trade when they grow up,I must lead by example, sure I might not get anywhere with it (disability being the barrier to potential employment on the industry) but I'll have it under my belt.
Me neither.
I was only ever interested in building/fabricating things from metal and wood. I got into electrics due to my maintenance apprenticeship. Truth is i'm not all that interested in it even now 30 odd years later. I'm more interested in science, in particular quantum mechanics and the other end of the scale cosmology.
The only thing about electrics that interests me is the science, design and problem solving. The installation, especially domestic, bores me but has always been part of my job one way or another.
I take my hat off to those that love electrics and are lucky enough to earn a living from something they really enjoy.
It's a very jumbled up world , and despite nature (or-The Mrs) wants to be that way !..Jim Al-Khalili....
He’s an expert on Entropy.../(quantum theories)
Maybe they brothers to another motherAre you guys brothers?
To answer OP I was 21
Ah yes, I got two boxes of the old Philips electronics kit handed down to me by my brothers. Before that I had a kit where all the components were mounted on plastic carriers with studs sticking out - you put them through holes in a large (well it seemed large when I was "somewhat smaller" than I am today) PCB and bolted them down with little nuts. I remember they were still in the attic until about 3 years ago when mum downsized - I can't remember what I did with them nowWow, how lovely to see that again. I was given mine in about 1967.
Hmm, that sounds familiar !I'd been taking things to pieces ever since I could hold a screwdriver: my father was often infuriated but it rarely stopped me.