Hoi Les, Clocker, Kev et al

[Proper Bo]

All this was fields in them days tho'.

[JPaul]

Where I was, yes.

Out the front door was exactly the same, straight into fields without crossing a road.

[Proper Bo]

It's the same at your manor now, ya posh cunt!

[JPaul]

Fair point. It's probly just a throwback to my childhood.

[Skweeky]

There's still only one road in Croy...

So Les, did yous actually live in lighthouses then?

[Biggles]

There's still only one road in Croy...

So Les, did yous actually live in lighthouses then?

Yes - it was quite pleasant really although when I were but a lad at primary school we lived on an island with no electricity. We had a paraffin fridge.

True story!

I'm off to bed - been following the Merkin election and frightening myself with thoughts that the mad lady is but one heart beat away from the Presidency.

[JPaul]

[QUOTE=Biggles;3023323]

I'm off to bed - been following the Merkin election and frightening myself with thoughts that the mad lady is but one heart beat away from the Presidency.

Well not really. By quite a long way.

[Skweeky]

So exotic Les...whatever happened to you? :p

[JPaul]

So exotic Les...whatever happened to you? :p

He ran away from the lighthouse to become an accountant.

[j2k4]

So Kev, we know JP is 47, Les is nearing 53... How old are you then?

I thought Les was 51.

I'm 50.

I remember when my family moved from Philadelphia to a wee tiny village adjacent the Les Cheneaux Islands of Lake Huron here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

We had 640 acres of wild; mixed wood and a large lake.

Driveway was about a half mile long, down a large hill.

Quite a bit of Huck Finn; bamboo fishing poles, making slingshots, catching snakes, etc.

I spent quite a bit of time avoiding severe injury; I was something less than cautious.

Lucky to have survived my childhood, really.