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For most of the postwar generation, we were able to improve our economic prospects, compared to our parents, thanks to the decent education provided by grammar schools (in the main now abolished by Labour), build efficient businesses free of union-imposed restrictive practices (now being reintroduced by Labour and the unions), amass a useful pension pot (Ah! Gutted by Gordon Brown) and hope to leave that to our children. To be lectured by an ex-civil servant that our "riches" should distributed to the "poor" (probably not as poor as many of our grandparents were in the 1930s) is rich. We had, at least, one postwar government who did allow prosperity to happen. Regrettably we are now back to idiots being in charge.

What on earth does this (or any other Labour government) know about farming, or indeed any other business.

Ah, of course, they are just being redistributed by our all benevolent civil servants to the feckless. Silly me.

If the riches that are accrued by one's labour are removed upon death, then there is less incentive to become richer.

Which will be a blessing when the gravediggers come out on strike (cf Callaghan's Winter of Discontent)

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That'll work, or if you want really soft meat, switch it on just before you go to bed and let it fester for hours.

They are greedy blighters and will happily pose on a feeder long enough for you to get a decent shot.

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As far as I know, BSB (British Standard Brass) is the same 55° Whitworth form thread, so 26tpi BSF should work.

As we are both retired, we aren't in a hurry to get up and the dog doesn't like tea, she gets her carrot and chicken stick.

Alarm goes off at 7am. Pee, head downstairs to let the dog into the garden, make 2 cups of tea, put the porridge in the microwave, grab the newspaper from the door, head back upstairs to wake my darling wife with the cuppa and join her back in bed where we do the crossword together.

How very true. The only time that I was at the wrong end of shouty, armed police was when I was clearing pigeons from a local farm, and they had been alerted by a "concerned" member of the public. I obviously immediately laid my gun down, which they checked, and thereafter, they were politeness personified, not even interested in checking my permission letter, which I had proffered. I did wish that I had been wearing brown trousers, though.

I fry the bacon so that is just crispy, take it out of the pan, fry the liver in the bacon fat until it is coloured, but still rare, and take it out of the pan. Fry the onions in the pan until browned, then add back the liver with a good glug of passata and balsamic vinegar, salt and black pepper. By the time the sauce has heated through, the liver is just nicely pink, then add the bacon to warm it up. Delish with creamy mashed potatoes and broccoli.

'Twas ever thus with the lefties. Do as I say, never as I do