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> Regards
Young child - am blessed with only the one, although he has the
energy and
presence of several. thank you,
I do look and act young, but am over 50, so remember the closing of
the
uneconomic mines quite well. I live in the middle of the east
midlands
coalfield, my father, grandfather and various relations.... worked in
the
pit.
I personally am modelling a coal mine - with a scratch built pit
head. Am of
the opinion that the closing of the coal mines was much needed. Most
people
were/are far better off for it.
But after that you seem to be wandering a bit. I suspect I agree with
a lot
of what you say but weve moved from Thatcher to the more recent
labour
government. I have no time for nearly all of them.
cheers,
Simon
(one of the few people that can honestly say he didnt vote for Blair
cos
realised right from the start that he was all talk and no trousers)
One of my very favourite things is to wander -- in all possible
ways! You are not much older than my own children and they have
little recollection of 1979+ because neither they, their friends or
mother had any time for the serious subjects of the time. Pop, TV,
clubs and the cool idea of Drugs held sway throughout the affluent
society in which we lived.
Having just retired from the military (at that time), I found myself
in a world of backsheesh, self agrandisement and a willingness to
rubbish anyone more experienced or qualified,(especially ex military).
Things which my collegues found difficult in an engineering
environment had their drawings and handbooks destroyed or "lost" thus
providing the ideal reason for incompetance.
It had its drawbacks though -- having been trained to think and act
responsibly found it hard to break the habit and worked too many hours
rectifying years of neglect and laziness causing the failure of yet
another marriage!
Since then, I have decided to indulge myself and have the deferred
gratification by making my model railway and going where ever and when
ever I (we) can (wandering).
Just yesterday one of my very elderly neighbours came by ( yes zimmer
et al) and stopped for a chat. He turned out to be a 93 y.o. retired
cheminot who when asked if he drove locomotives on our local (closed)
line dismissed it with a hand wave and announced " I drove expresses
from the Gare du Nord". This delivered with real pride such that I
found it infectious.
Hows that for a ramble?
Regards
Peter A