Sat on a client site in Chester. Cold, sunny and blowing a gale. The pennines were white when I left the house this morning though. Snow on the way!
Remote - stop being so bloody sensible! I suppose it's all down to being educated in a boys only school. I was asked to explain the difference between deprivation and depravation. I said the first is what you get though being taught here, and the second is what you get when you actually realise it - I haven't been the same since. Mind you, a lot there in school at the time with me couldn't tell the difference (and still can't from what I've heard ) - they never went down to HiyaButt bay during the summer of '76. Boy it was hot, and so were the holigirls - like shooting fish in a barrel, but that bloody sand didn't half aggravate.
Well if he did MM, you're priviliged mate. Apparently he didn't give it to many during his life - he's on record as saying he always preferred a Barclays.
I was dragged up proper Spakey. Mixed comprehensive for me mate. Suppose you have lots of experience of raising the sheets.... .... either with hot air or a morning tent pole. That's depravation!
No being woke up at 3am by your wife coughing and spluttering out of the bedroom window after you've had a night on the Guinness, thats depravation pmsl
