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[guy]

Bloody hell Steve, sorry to hear about your operation (and your frustrations with work and skips).
Hope all goes well.

[Pigmy Pony]

How did that happen?

Anyway look after yourself - play some good tunes and drink a few beers.

Basal Cell Carcinoma. Probably the most common type of skin cancer. Not normally dangerous, but never goes away. Just keeps growing. It will have come from working outside all year with bugger all attention to UV protection.

Thanks for asking Barry, and for the excellent advice Just got myself a new vinyl copy of Vanessa Fernandez "When the Levee Breaks", which may help.

[Pigmy Pony]

Bloody hell Steve, sorry to hear about your operation (and your frustrations with work and skips).
Hope all goes well.

Thanks Guy. Bloody dressing fell off in the night, and what's underneath ain't pretty. I'll have to cobble something together with spare swab they gave me and some germolene before I leave the house.

[Firebottle]

I'm sure you'll be even more handsome when it's all healed up Steve, lock up your daughters everyone.

Seriously, sorry to hear of the need for surgery, look after yerself mate.
Was the acquisition of Vanessa Fernandez "When the Levee Breaks" due to NEBO 11?

[walpurgis]

Charity?

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...e-reveals.html

[struth]

russia starts its invasion i see... oil and gas prices go haywire again...

[guy]

Charity?

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...e-reveals.html

Despicable

[Alex_UK]

This may end up being a ramble so apologies in advance... I lost my Mum before Christmas (when I say “lost”, I don’t mean she slipped down the back of the sofa, she passed away) but one of the positives is that me and my (younger) sister who had drifted apart are back in touch. We were reminiscing about our childhood, and one of the things we remembered was when I was about 11 or 12 my mum and dad (who were rather bohemian) used to run a craft stall on Saturdays in the cloisters at St Andrews Hall in Norwich. We used to get bored...

So money was tight, but the nearby “Cinema City” used to show old films for next to nothing, so I’d drag her there to see “Jason and the Argonauts”, “Great Expectations” and other classics.

Another very cheap waste of time not far away was the Bridewell Museum, and I remembered three things from last going there about 40 years ago. A huge model plane from the First World War (I suspect it was built by Boulton and Paul, a Norwich engineering firm pressed into aircraft manufacturing) a large collection of old shoes (Norwich being at the pinnacle of shoe manufacture for centuries) and a huge case of stuffed canaries. (As in taxidermy of little yellow birds.)

Well, my kids, now roughly the same age as we would have been at the time decided after this dinner table conversation that they would like to go. So today, it being half-term, we trundled up the A140 and spent a couple of hours wandering around what is now called The Museum of Norwich at The Bridewell and it was thoroughly enjoyable, for them too!

I was curious if the items I remembered would still be there, and was very pleased to find the model WW1 aircraft first, although a bit like Wagon Wheels, it was half the size I remembered it being in about 1980... plenty of shoes on display, too. And finally, a handful of stuffed canaries in the Norwich City FC display at the end of the tour (and yes, the irony of the Canaries being stuffed isn’t lost...)

Finally to the point(?) of my post... When I used to take my sister 40 years ago, admission for a child was 5p. Today, a child ticket was £6.20... According to an inflation calculator, the equivalent price today should be 23p - so it’s time to stop moaning about the price of gas, petrol and electricity and seriously question the robbing bastards in the museum services! I’m starting a petition and writing a very strongly worded letter...

[Barry]

Everything is going up in price - often disproportionately.

Once upon a time we could afford to eat a turnip once a week, now we have to make it last a month.

[guy]

Thanks Guy. Bloody dressing fell off in the night, and what's underneath ain't pretty. I'll have to cobble something together with spare swab they gave me and some germolene before I leave the house.

How's it going?