tomlinson

Cometh the hour, cometh the man'. Whatever political feelings and past events, he was the man for the job at the time. After reading #1 I am again amazed at these man built castles of religion which face each other across a sort of 'no man's land' of belief. Religion, no matter what, is divisive and I have no faith in it myself. For our own sakes, we should just live in peace and harmony but different banners dictate this cannot be so.

There have been quite a few SF stories dealing with a contract for life; voluntary euthanasia at 65 for example. Considering the regard given by society to the elderly and the trend of these things nowadays, can it be too far in the future when such a policy may be adopted? Let's face it, when we reach a useless age for work and are no longer state supporting units, we become an embarrassment to the system and even now are being sidelined in the scheme of things. Being a knackered old git already, I don't think I'll see it but younger generations, the ones who regard oldies as an unnecessary b

The wife never felt it. She says the earth never moved for her (?)

Similar thing in the aircraft industry. When I was in the RAF we stripped and serviced down to component level. After leaving the service and joining KLM a colleague there went to Seattle on a 737 course. In learning avionics, the instructor told them, 'This is the xxxx box. it sits on shelf 3 in the Avionics Bay and works just fine'. When asked what was in the box and how it worked they were told, 'If I you needed to be told that, you would change the whole servicing policy of the aircraft. If the box gives a warning message, change it and the faulty item goes back to the manufacturer for rep

This fact of financial life leads me to something I really shouldn't feel I know, but when we are fleeced in this manner, I can't help but think good luck to benefit frauds who have their hands in the pockets of governments while governments are giving all attention to picking ours.

Probably a restaurant which sells com(e)fort food.

Who's counting? Happy Birthday!

When making a cup of tea, 'Milk before sugar, lose your lover'. And of someone always complaining illness, ' A creaking gate hangs the longest'.

Sexual equality has been discussed on another topic. Does she woo you?

'Shoestring', with Trevor Eve. 'Cluff', a Yorkshire based tec' with Leslie Sands.

I'm all for equality myself, as long as that is what is meant and adhered to for both sexes. Mind you, I often stir things up a bit in shops and stores, e.g. clothes/ shoe departments etc. by pointing out that women are catered for by about 75% more than for men. I even had this discussion in a 'Body Shop' the other day and a woman assistant asked, 'Well, what else would you like to see us sell for men"? "Nothing really", I said. "I just thought I'd cause a bit of trouble". Tolerance for all is needed I think.

I don't read any newspaper myself. I used to take the 'Private Eye' which was at times entertaining and did a good bit of investigative journalism and never had any topless posing, male or female. Men are sometimes photographed posing semi-nude and appear on the T.V. in similar fashion but no one complains about it that I have heard. It was fear of complaints that prevented me doing it myself!

Nah! Remember 'P.C. 49' and 'Dick Barton, Special Agent' on the radio. Now in those days-----------------------------!

I believe Mr Murdoch is the proprietor of one or more sex magazines. Sudden strange twinge of conscience? And what a pity there is nothing more important to feature on the national news media than this boring rubbish.

'He's mustard' and 'It takes the biscuit' are a couple more that come to mind, and one my sister still uses if someone has a fad. 'He'll soon have his fussy out'.

First of all let me admit to being about 10% computer literate and to admiring our controllers for the work they do so well; let me also admit to my adherence to the saying, 'If all else fails, read the instructions'. I've no doubt this has all been dealt with elsewhere in the annals and I won't use the 'Quote' facility again, but can I ask, what is it for and if it causes problems, why have it?

Sorry. I thought it was a challenge. Perhaps challenges like this could be another 'Topic'.

Despite being different sizes.

It must be said that you're the one Who always gives us lots of fun; 10,000 posts to keep us all in touch! You've kept Nottstalgia in the groove While managing to firmly prove My own opinion - Women Talk Too Much!!! Congratulations!!!

I think these award ceremonies are just mutual admiration societies for celebs, many of whom are constantly looking over their shoulders to see who has knives out, or who is doing better than they are.

I was in a school choir at Wm Crane then my voice broke, after which I didn't sing for years, then I was in an amateur production of 'Oliver' as Bill Sykes. I thought I was safe because in the film, he doesn't sing but in the stage show he does and I was lumbered with singing a couple of songs. Still, you know what they say; not the best but certainly the loudest.

A good standard of public toilets in the Square in the 60s. Am I right in thinking they've disappeared now?

I haven't lived in Nottingham for 50 years but people still place me to be at least a Midlander by my accent, which surprises me considering the various accents I've been exposed to. I remember the kids being very young when we returned from a 3 year stint in Malta and went to live in Thetford, Norfolk. After the kids had been at school for a while, they began to speak with an Eastenders' accent due to all the London settlers living in Thetford. I'm very happy to say the accent was soon lost with further moves!

Just think. The source of the sauce scourced to New Basford Notts!

This subject may well have been already discussed in the annals. If so, I apologise. A letter appeared in the Telegraph today discussing H.P. brown sauce which was not as thought launched by H.P. in 1903 but by Frederick Gibson Garton, a pickle manufacturer in the 1890s who sold it in his shop in Sandon St. New Basford. On hearing that the sauce was popular in Parliament, he registered the name H.P. Sauce in 1895 but sold the recipe to settle his debts to a firm in Birmingham. Today it is made in the Netherlands and it looks as though it may disappear from our shop shelves.