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Introducing the FCD MK5.2 Ghost Box Spirt Box Portal All wood design Paranormal ghost hunting. I’m sure he means ‘spirit’ – it’s a ghost detector.

His picture really sells this thing, doesn’t it?

FCD MK5.2 GHOST BOX PORTAL (New for 2018!)
This is the all new wooden case FCD ghost box device. I have been working on this new design for a while now and I believe this unit has one of the clearest and loudest sound systems in such a handy portable case.

Features: All wood case, loud clear sounds, individual tone and bass controls, continuous sweep, digital display, sound to light indicator, Aux In to play your apps through the box, Aux out to record and attach effects boxes, adjustable multi-directional antenna, uses 5 volts batteries or at home usb, carry handle and rubber feet.

The device is lovely to behold and incorporates the 5th Element crystal too. All hand made from the ground up. Watch the video for a demo of how it sounds and operates before you buy.

Made to order, £110. For a hand crafted, polished wood box incorporating a fifth element crystal, I think that’s quite the bargain. There’s video on his auction listing. It sounds to me as though it picks up (slightly disturbing) snippets of stray radio signal, and it would be easy to attach meaning to them.

Now, I won’t have Nigel savaged, please. I think he’s perfectly charming.


Comment from Sigivald
Time: June 25, 2018, 10:16 pm

TIL, “A Ghost Box is a radio device that rapidly tunes through broadcast FM radio stations, hoping to catch EVP replies by spirits from questions asked.”

(And – https://www.rtl-sdr.com/ghostsdr-rtl-sdr-based-ghost-box-sdr/ – people do it with software controlled radios, because why not?

Pareidolia FTW.)

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: June 25, 2018, 10:37 pm

He looks like Gollum.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 25, 2018, 11:24 pm

Note people – Mark 5.2

Comment from Monty James
Time: June 25, 2018, 11:30 pm

Don’t send for it, it’s probably real. That’s how these things start, ‘ohlookatthishahaha’, and it ends with your eyes blank marble white, and Badger is running for his life as you follow him through the house talking backwards-speak.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 25, 2018, 11:43 pm

” and Badger is running for his life as you follow him through the house talking backwards-speak.”

With her new “art” tools grasped tightly in her hands.

Comment from iamfelix
Time: June 26, 2018, 8:21 am

Now I can’t get the theme from “Ghostbusters” out of my head…

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: June 26, 2018, 2:51 pm

“You don’t often see that kind of behavior in a major appliance.”

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: June 26, 2018, 2:53 pm

That’s a big Twinkie.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: June 26, 2018, 3:09 pm

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: June 26, 2018, 2:53 pm

That’s a big Twinkie.
“What a lovely singing voice you must have.”

“No job is too big, no fee is too big –“

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: June 26, 2018, 4:37 pm

The UK is losing its mind! It is 84 F there today & there are all sorts of heat alerts.

84F is warm
94F is hot
104F is really hot!

Suck it up!

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: June 26, 2018, 5:24 pm

Maybe he’s trying to get people possessed like in The Exorcist, only it’s with a radio instead of a Ouija board…he looks like he’s up to no good.

Comment from OldFert
Time: June 26, 2018, 7:08 pm

@Ric Fan — Yup, 84F is merely warm. I live in the southern, inland-coastal part of Georgia. It gets pretty doggone humid here, plus hotter’n heck — 90s pretty common late spring through early fall. Always wondered how the early explorers and colonists were able to live here, given that much of their wardrobe was wool. Nice, toasty, wool.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: June 26, 2018, 7:57 pm

OT, but have any of your chooks provided THIS:
level of entertainment???

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: June 26, 2018, 8:22 pm

OldFert: To be fair, I was in N.O. and dying. Went up to a woman who was wearing a long sleeve sweater & asked how she did it. She said it was only in the low 70s. To me, it felt like a 102! lol

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 26, 2018, 9:17 pm

When your roads and railroads start buckling at 84F – you need to consult the notes from the dead British engineers who built railways across India and Africa.

That sort of thing wouldn’t have been allowed under Queen Vicky, she would not have been amused.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 26, 2018, 9:26 pm

Oldfert – well, first off, they didn’t have either central air, or central heating. They lived in the air that the good Lord made available to you with some slight man made modifications for raising the temperature but very few for lowering it.

If you walk around in wool all day, you get used to it.
Ask Subotai Bahadur.

You don’t smell very good, but you get used to that too and besides no one around you smells wonderful so you all sorta stink together and everyone is happy (except for people who are reeeeeeeaaaallllly stinky).

Plus I imagine a good number of people in those parts wore that cotton stuff.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: June 26, 2018, 11:13 pm

It appears stoaty has melted! I repeat, stoaty has melted!

Comment from OldFert
Time: June 26, 2018, 11:29 pm

DY & RF Yup, acclimation sure helps. When I was a kid in NJ and Virginia AC was not in our budget. I don’t think this area could’ve become so populated without it.
We made a sightseeing tour trip in Savannah soon after we moved to this area. We knew about sleeping porches, moving the stove outside to cook (in fact some of the squares in Savannah, we were told, were used as community cooking areas for a while).
One of the stops was an old antebellum house (pretty fancy) that was used as, I think, General Sherman’s HQ while occupying the city.
Upstairs was a big dome. The guide said there were gas jets along the base off the dome and when it got really hot, they’d light up the gas, open a hole in the top, and it would become a giant exhaust. Opening the windows downstairs would guarantee a nice flow of air coming in through the windows.
Everyone must’ve been stinky as heck. I agree, though, cotton must’ve been very popular.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: June 27, 2018, 1:15 am

When I was a kid, one of the times my daddy was stationed in San Antonio, we lived in a big old house at the back of Ft. Sam Houston. They were old officers quarters from the 1800s. They were pretty ramshackle when we lived in them-reserved for junior officers with many children. The place had a porch all around the house on both floors. We had old barracks beds with top frames on them out on the porches- the places weren’t air conditioned back then. In the summer we would hang damp sheets over the bed frames and sleep out there…not only nice and cool but lots of fun as we would send Morse code messages with flashlights to all the kids sleeping out also!

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: June 27, 2018, 1:59 am

I do hope you’re OK, Stoatie. Your absence is worrying.

In my imagination, I see Mme. Hermine on her electric bicycle on her way home when suddenly a lovely hen runs out right in front of her. There’s no time to avoid her, and Stoatie hits her. The hen is injured but alive. Stoatie jumps off her bike, and starts caring for the injured bird: straightening its airway and giving it mouth-to-beak resuscitation interspersed with cardiac thumps. While doing this she is able to pull out her mobile phone, dial 999, and ask for the immediate dispatch of a full Life Support team of Emergency Veterinary Service specialists. They arrive a some time later, just as Stoatie is facing exhaustion from her strenuous efforts, and take over treatment, telling Stoatie that she did everything exactly correctly and most certainly saved the hen’s life. Our Mme. Hermine then makes her way home and falls, utterly without any remaining energy, into bed.

And that’s why we haven’t heard from her this evening. Or so I imagine.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: June 27, 2018, 2:49 am

She probably just forgot… like last time!

Comment from Some worried stranger
Time: June 27, 2018, 4:23 am

Weasel commuting by bicycle through the countryside encountering chickens?

Somehow I can’t get this image out of my mind


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 27, 2018, 12:55 pm

Or….perish the thought….

She bought the Mk 5.2. …

and right now, as I type, poor Uncle B is sitting in a dark cupboard under the stairs trying to talk sense into the white marble eyed woman whispering “EMOC TUO DNA YALP REGDAB. REGDAB EMOC TUO I TNOW TRUH UOY…” as she scratches the wooden door softly with her “art” tools.

The wood’s getting a little thin…. just sayin.

Seriously Madam W, I hope we’re all worried for no good reason.

Comment from Monty James
Time: June 28, 2018, 1:38 am

They were such a nice couple. Until they received an unholy receiver, and tuned in—


Horror only costs £110, with free shipping. Only one left.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 28, 2018, 7:28 am

If I’d been born male, my name would have been Sam Houston Weasel. True story.

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