Posts Tagged ‘first’

GCR Autumn Steam Gala 2011 – The First Day

The first day of the Autumn Steam Gala on the Great Central Railway saw visiting 34007 ‘Wadebridge’, and SDJR No.88 running an hourly service from Loughborough Central to Leicester North. 34007 pulls off a nice skid over some points which were set againset her at around 08:50 , then manages some wheelslip while running around the train. This video also has some footage of 63601,78019, and 8624 being shunted around Loughborough yard.

Black Ops PC: My First Commentary :D

****************READ THIS************************ So yeah, I thought of a stupid idea to start making commentaries. It’s my first one, so I kinda lag and stuff, so don’t be mean ;P Also guys, tell me in teh comment section what you would like me to talk about in next video cya!!—————————————————————————— ———————— My system specs: AMD Athlon II X4 640 3GHz (no OC)* SPARKLE nVidia GeForce 9500GT 1GB* 4GB DDR2 Memory Seagate 500GB sata HDD ASRock N68C-S Windows XP SP3* Soon Upgrading some parts ——————————————————————————– ———————— Subscribe and tell me what to do in next videos, Commentaries, Reviews or more Montages! ——————————————————————————– ———————— Contact me! email: ravgamer@hotmail.co.uk steam: dking124d xfire: camp3rgangsta

First attempt in Russia to creat Flash Boiler for Steam Engine for Hydroplane model.wmv

This short film i made as to present the first steam engine model with the flash boiler made in russia. I do not see any example in russia for the last 30 or 40 years, that such model was built and shown. So, it is just begining and first trail but the racing hydroplane with flast steam is coming up. to be continued

Do you know ho first discover the power of a steam?

Do you know ho first discover the power of a steam that powers the trains and ships?
The power of a steam first was discover by Greeks round 2500 years a go in Alexandria Egypt, don ‘t you think is unbelievable

When did the first train in England run and what was the exact date?

Just out of interest. I am interested in the steam locomotives running on iron rails.Did the first locomotives run on wooden rails?

in what year was the first steam engine used in a brewery and what was the name of the brewery?

Please read and review my first chapter?

AN: Hi! Thanks for reading and please review!! If you can help me find a better name for this story I would be so thankful! This might MIGHT become a romance story, if I get enough critique and help it can turn into more. I have a lot more of this story on my computer but I’m putting each point of view in a different topic. I gave the half-completed story to my Englishteacher as a project and she gave me an A+ and told me I’m going to end up winning a Pultzier(sp?). That’s just her opinion though…thanks for reading!

Amanda Delman Point of View

“YOU! Get me a black coffee, three sugars! YOU! Get the winter evening dresses sketch and put it on my desk! YOU! Schedule an appointment for me and Rebecca Taylor!”, I point at three random people, who drop whatever they were doing and ran to do what I told them to.

I speed-walked to my office, my hair flying. I never ran, it was unprofessional and un-ladylike. I sat in my office chair and looked at my schedule on my Blackberry.

“MARY!!!”, I shout into the PDA system.

My secratary/personal assistant ran into the room 5 minutes later, hands filled with files and a steaming cup of coffee.

“Yes, Ms. Delman?”, she says, placing the cup on my desk.

“Where are the new cashmere silk dresses?”, I ask, sweetly.

“What?”, Mary replies.

” You know, the blue patterned ones that I worked on for 3 months!! I have a truck waiting outside for the orders!”, I yell.

“Umm..I don’t know what your talking about.”, Mary says, pushing the cup of coffee towards me. She put a dash of whipped cream on top, clearly trying to kiss-up. In my moment of rage, I decide to torment her a little.

“Your not always this stupid…I see you must be making a special effort today! Starting with those clothes, wow, no ones worn moon boots since I was six and I refused to wear mine even then. My God! What is with that belt. We’re not cow-girls on a ranch in Arizona, ok. Seven jeans are fine, but take off that over sized handkerchief covering your neck. You are the junior vice president of a fashion company yet the homeless woman who sleeps in the subway by Broadway has more style than you.”, I rant, dissing her from head to toe, leaving Mary’s mouth hanging open, speechless for a couple of seconds. She recovers quickly.

“Oh! I remember now, Ms. Ross called this morning from the factory in UK. She said that since you ordered 200 dresses, she said it would take more time for her to finish them, since you demanded that only she could do the dress work and you made her sign the confidentiality papers, saying that you wouldn’t let anyone but her do them, and that none of her employees could see the design.”, she finishes and takes a big breath.

“Well, call her back and tell her to HURRY UP! Also get someone to get the truck off the block since obviously, my dresses won’t be coming for another WEEK!!”, I yell.

Just then, a teenager of maybe 16 or 17 came in and dropped a folder on my desk.

“The winter evening dresses Ms. Delman.”, she says quietly before leaving the room.

“HEY! Come back here!”, I yell at the retreating figure.

The girl came back, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

“Yes?”, she says, timidly.

“What. Are. You. Wearing?”, I ask, venom dripping off every word.

“Um, well I thought since this shirt is blue, it would match nicely with-”, The intern starts before I interrupt.

“Mary, get these rags off her and dress her in something from the closet. Take something from the closet as well, huh, you need it.”, I say to the brunette who had been trying to sneak out of the room.

“Well, what do you want me to dress her in? Cashmere or cotton?”, she say using our secret code words for expensive or cheap.

“Cotton of course. What do you expect she’s an intern. Oh and schedule an appointment for me with Lucy.”, I say looking at my bare nails in disdain, hoping Lucy (my stylist) will be able to fix them.

Mary and the teen go, leaving me alone in my office. My stomach growled unpleasantly. I didn’t want to eat in the office so, I grab a green trench and walk over to my mirror, going over my outfit. I stare at the reflection. A lividly angry face stared back at me. She had smokey-grey eyes just like me, plain brown hair just like me…she looked just like me yet I didn’t recognize the angry face.

Ignoring the scary face, I looked at what I was wearing. Black Tracy Reese legging’s matched with a Prada dark green mini dress. It went well with the satin trench coat I had just grabbed and black Jimmy Choo ballet slippers. It also brought out my eyes, which was good, considering its my only feature. I went into my bathroom and put on some lip gloss and blush. Considering myself looking decent, I went out into my office grabbed my Gucci ‘Hysteria’ tote bag, a gift from Vera Wang. I put a couple of folders in my bag then strode out into the main lobby.

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to santas kidnapper- this is supposed to be a teen book and will end up like a version of a christmas carol. She doesnt speak like a 17 year old to me, she speaks like the owner of a high-class fashion industry. She is also only around 24-26. It states later on how she becomes the owner so young.