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Indeed there is / was, supposed to be 150ft above ground level in low flying areas {above 1,000 ft over built-up areas or 500ft from people, vehicles, vessels and structures.} ..... All very well, but you do have to practice getting low enough for the real thing, somewhere!! {Just don't do it over the AoC Flying Training Command, when he's out walking the NY Moors. Especially, don't go back for an inverted pass, to impress the group of pretty young German lady visitors he was escorting!! One of our instructors managed to and got his "Invitation" to see the AoC within an hour of landing - It turned out to be a rather expensive meeting!!}

Given the contents of the list, all three "bemused" North American clientele might be more appropriate.

In this case the lengthly business communications would have been during the time that very individual would have been in control. Very likely to have been the cause in the light that he would have negotiated what seemed to be the best deal for the future of the business and to what he accepted to be a reasonable pay-off.

Perhaps that should be - "a proper lady"... Note: I had a very short [two word] lesson on the subject from a truly delightful lady, which was one of those light-bulb moments.

Somewhere after the turn of the Century, I developed strange vague, spaced-out feelings around mid morning, which slowly went away by midday. It went on for quite a while - until I went to a 50 Yr check-up, a few years later than the opportunity was offered. After the usual checks, I mentioned these odd feelings and after a brief conversation, was asked which alcoholic beverages I might consume. I replied with my favourite refreshments, expecting to be told to cease and desist, in totality. He said, stop drinking "whiskey", my general choice for relaxing after dinner, tv watching, and after preparation for the next day's lessons. I asked if that was alcohol that was causing the problem and I should cease from consuming any, at all. He replied no, but I should cease the Whiskey and replace it with another choice. I was surprised at that comment, but took it onboard and thought that a glass or two of red wine might make a pleasant alternative, apparently having some nutritional value, too. Within 3 days, the symptoms had reduced to almost negligible. At Christmas that year, Bro-in-Law bought me a really nice boxed whiskey glass, with two bottled doubles, of very nice whiskey, like you might ask for on a long distance flight. Boxing day was finished off with the glass of one of the bottles. The next morning was an instant return to feeling really spaced out, really rather grim. I didn't ever bother with the other small bottle, but how did the Doc know that was the problem?? J

Shame for Lancia to produce a "Pup" like that. Father, just before he retired, bought a Lancia Fulvia Coupe. I was horrified, Front WD, back end, hitched up to the sky, pale cream upholstery, but it was deep blue, (I tried to find at least one good factor...}. I retained that view for quite a time before I got behind the wheel, reluctantly. There's no other way out... I was so very wrong..... 1600 in a light well balanced coupe, with all the wheels in the right places, with big boots, quick box {I should have clocked that one earlier!} and just fun to drive. No sign of rust, just a delight.

We were taught [yes actually taught] that when out, ladies hats on all the time and gents hats on outside, then politely removed them to go indoors.

Interesting dietary thoughts, I hadn't come across that one before, I will have a look at it, although Mrs R has a strong passion for cooked flesh, so it may a search in vain. {I never contemplate standing too close to a barbeque, or bonfire... say no more...!!} An amazing reservoir is a mountain, snow and rain fall on them throughout the year {mostly...} and it falls through millions of small passageways, enlarged to pools / lakes in places and exits to us in tiny brooks around the edges. It doesn't take very long to look at the vast bulk of any mountain to get an idea of how much water there in inside there and how controlled it's exit must be. It's also easy to forget what it's origin is, when it does eventually stream forth into our part of the world. I was reminded of that, with a trip to walk up to the top of Toubcal, in the Moroccan Atlas mountains, at 15.000 ft they get lots of snow. Having decided that it was time to get a decent wash which included the hair. Out came the bio-degradable shampoo, rapid wet and scrub, until satisfied, then plunged the whole scalp, upside down into the little stream flowing from the rocks. The shock was simply like having an instant freezing vice hammered onto the head. It was so instant and mind blowing, that extracting the head from the stream became a distant problem, which required assistance from Mrs R, who was fortunately close by. Thanks to Mrs R, I can still place a glass of Sherry / Port, or similar for Santa and Rudolph, so as not to burst the traditional18 year bubble. I really enjoy a glass of Port and as a result, a nice bottle appears every Christmas. I love it and like to treasure it for a special treat moment, so much so that it remains, there for much of the rest of the year, by which time so many small portions have been added into so many sauces, that I have to await the following Christmas for another taste of a favourite glass. Santa was very good this year and replaced a skiing anorak, which had served a quarter of a century, whereupon the stitching on the seams was giving up in no small measure. Best wishes to you and yours, for a delightful New Year.

Sadly it didn't have to have been built on a Friday..... ..... and anyway, weren't they working a 4 day week back then?

If it is, then I am really glad I have never purchased one. Being male and a PE teacher, I have had various jobs where where a figure like that might well have caused problems.....

Thank you for the information and the link. It makes for an interesting read. It seems to have had a pretty civilised history, in the main - not an eyrie place, after all..... [Sorry, that should have come with a warning.]

I remember those coming out and one of our class ran for Devon (?? - memory thing) and bought them. Very impressive the looked, too.

The place name Eaglesham caught my eye, just now and suggested that it might have been named as a result of considerable numbers of the magnificent creatures abounding there. I have driven through the area on occasion, although not frequently and from what I remember, Eagle country doesn't come to mind. Would that possibly have been a result of the town being named back in a time, back when Eagles roamed where "Man" didn't have more than stones and arrows to keep them off domestic livestock?

I was in PE college round about then and they were called basketball boots, would that a Western side of the Pond expression? We were down in the SW of England, so the bumper term might not have seeped down that far, by then. Re the Teddy Boy shoes, I do also recall the term, too.

I thought Bumpers were the coloured suede shoes, with the crepe[?] sole raised up the sides - hence like bumper cars...

I always thought, probably in error, that it was down to the sound, when applied, by the school Prefects to the seat of some younger pupil.

We had Gym Shoes and Plimsoles. So called after the plimsole line on ships and for the same reason – they were waterproof up to the plimsole line.

Is that Rees-Mogg, stepping away after opening the sale of pints - so he can claim his purchases on MPs allowances???

The purpose of the worker would have been to have BMW compliance with the EU regulations {similar to their compliance with smoke emissions}. How could management have been aware that there might have been a purchaser with the competence to know what they were for???

Eerrr??? They don't??? 🤫

I was fortunate enough to have one for 3 years and travelled many miles in it. What a delight to drive, quiet Wooosh!!! on demand, comfort, handling, predictable, doors close with quiet clunk, muscle with total dignity and looks that turned heads, still does. It was a privilege to have one to drive, I am clearly lucky. Come to think of it, maybe a time to look for another one, in todays traffic...

The victims of "collateral deaths" in genuine warfare might not sympathise with the same measure being applied to civilian police procedures.

Ummm. There were a few of them over the years, not much fun at the time, tinged with the thought that if it went wrong, the consequences were likely to be rather serious for lots of folk.

Good morning all, Happy Christmas and a Prosperous New Year, from an, also, cold wet English Salisbury [even the dog has retired to bed after a wet walk.] The mince pie and glass of Port have disappeared, so it should be worth checking under the tree..... 🥳 Best wishes all J

He might decide to work harder and become Rich...