I don't watch any news programmes on the telly anymore and I live somewhere where, if you behave reasonably well, the state leaves you alone. If you can't stand the heat...

It's a fishing village 50 miles NE of R de J and, from eight years' experience, safer than many English towns. One wet Sunday evening some rather lumpen giant with a bicycle once made a pathetic attempt to rob me at knife-point but he was so astonished when I started swearing at him in English and then throwing bottles of beer at him that he jumped on his bike and pedalled off.

Thee only things that make my blood boil these days are my English bank (which periodically blocks my cards for some reason that they cannot explain) -  and the sun

PS If the Mad Don comes after you, just make sure that you smack his ear first. Har Har Har.

Last edited by NJS (2014-10-18 19:37:30)