On or around Sat, 1 Apr 2006 22:58:52 +0100, "Badger"
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>All the best, Austin. I was going to call you an "Old Fart", but it turns
>out I'm older by 6 and a bit months so I'd better not!! Ha ha. I'll have a
>drink to your good health later this evening matey.
I did that last night. several, in fact.
Party in one of the local hostelries, we managed to drink the better part of
a 9-gallon keg of pedigree between us, then had to resort to bottled beer,
and a whisky, then we came back here and sundry of us decided to test the
Highland Park that one chap kindly supplied me with... I don't think I'd
have passed a breathalyser this morning...
--
Austin Shackles.
www.ddol-las.net my opinions are just that
"Chuck didn't reply, so George swung round in his saddle. He could just
see Chuck's face, a white oval turned toward the sky.
'Look,' whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven.
(There is always a last time for everything.)
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out"
Arthur C. Clarke, "The 9 billion names of God"