Dave Batt

Depending upon your interests, etc. take a look around the local charity shops with the intention of finding a voluntary job? Even if it is only a couple of afternoons a week for a few hours it "anchors" your time and forces you to organise life around it. It might seem daft but having the "freedom" to do anything you like whenever you want suddenly loses its appeal when you have to remind yourself what day of the week it is.

Could that have then resu;ted in the 262 reverting to its original straight-wing layout? As i understand it the swept outer panels were only introduced to cope with the rearward C.G. shift caused by the original design engines not becoming available.

You might try using commas at some time. During the couple of decades I spent in publishing I found it remarkable, if not inexhaustive, to find the ways in which their use, or omission, could completely reverse the meaning of what was being written.

Four "nots" in one sentence? Is that a quadruple negative? It's certainly tied me up in knots.

So similar to my own experience. Summer holidays in Ipswich (from Whitley Bay) and I had to scrounge another 3d from Gran to buy a Westland Scout, which had got me all excitable due to the dramatic painting on the paper header, but the price was 2/3 rather than the expected 2/-.

I think that they're all UFO-spotters. The interest they have in the sky when their dog's doing its thing is really quite remarkable. Another notable type are those who just drive to the local playground and open the back door so the dog can have a run-round while they look at the headliines.

Wish I knew how to put in a link to a comment in a different thread, 'cos I ain't gonna write it out all again.

Well, went to see that one last night and I have to say it was great. Pointlessly potty-mouthed throughout (although that rating did keep all the kiddies out of the cinema) and quite needlessly violent in many places, but much more entertaining than Atomic Blonde and the final chase set piece was incredible (if implausible!). More than a few laughs as well.

Sounds a great arrangement to me, and I'd venture to suggest that worrying about colours too much might just trap you both in a minefield. The fun evaporates very quickly in that environment.

Pehaps one of the worrying things is the way in which very simple concepts (the sort I seem to have been taught as a five or six year old - I'm a 'boomer', FWIW) have to be spelled out in simple terms to 'youngsters' who are really in their thirties (like my niece, who I alluded to in aother post.) I really don't want to start another topic within a topic, for I know this specific was debated a short while back, but I'd like to make this point. One that always causes friction are tats. Fair enough, it's up to the wearer to make the decision, but kids don't seem to "get" that they cause a reaction from other people. A little rose or bird hidden out of normal sight somewhere cheeky is up to the wearer and whoever they choose should see it, while a father with his kids' names and birthdays on his arm would be a justifiable expression of pride (not to mention no excuse for forgetting them) but that seems to me to be reasonable use. However, the attitude amongst too many young people is that it's up to the viewer to "deal with it" if they find it upsetting. As I said, a discreet little inking out of sight is one thing, but an image of Dracula's skull weeping tears of blood inked on the (face) cheek is entirely different. If it freaks out one's Nana then it's the child (even if they're in their twenties) who needs to take responsibility, not blame their elders for 'sticking their nose in, it's none of their business, deal with it, move on, I do what I like, it's my choice . . ." etc. The historical notes that were effectively quoted above don't seem to indicate if this bare-faced 'stuff you' attitude was as prevalent in the past.

Do people realise that Marmite is actually a beer by-product?

I'd rather find myself in a world where those sort of 'pub, putting the world to rights' environment where such comments would earn a round of laughter and a response of "Your life is so hard, innit?" and the like Steam is vented and a sense of proportion is restored. Anyone who is included in the group and might have been inclined to agree with the offensive comment will see how it is received and might learn something from this. A real world situation can still be manipulated but it takes more effort and takes much longer, giving real world people a chance to consider what's going on. A social media wolrd makes things much faster, hence my allusion to a runaway chain reaction.

Nicely put Jamie. Can I add to your comment though? I do wonder if this modern marvel of "social media" and instant connectivity that we are using right now allows allows this situation (especially well put in your second sentence) to move a simmering resentment to explode into a full blown runaway chain reaction?

Strange example of synchronicity here as far I am concerned. It was on Sunday evening that a family discussion took place where I had to reveal that my last remaining Uncle appears to have completely disinherited his grandson. Although grandchildren are not automatically in line for an inheritance, especially when the parents are still around, my niece seemed really shocked about this. Upon further general discussion it appeared that said lad had made a point of excluding his grandfather from his wedding guest list. Now even my totally disfiunctional understanding of family politics recognises this as a fairly major snub. Even if he was living in Australia and expected everyone to go to Bangkok for the wedding - which would have been prohibitive for many - he should still have extended an invitation. (For the record, it wasn't, he was only half-an-hour down the road.) It was priceless to watch the workings on my niece's face as she struggled to come to terms with the concept that spending a lifetime shoving two fingers up ito the faces of previous generations of the family might (just might) mean they don't get anything if a will is involved. That was nothing compared to the looks of incomprehension on my sister's face as she also struggled to come to terms with how come I had been contacted by my cousin, his son acting as executor, with news about the will when she hasn't.

You're thinking of Bovril, surely? Much prefer Marmite myself (and that strange Antipodean imitator) , which is why I was n Tesco recently .where coincidentally I found the terrific AMW special.