My sister lives three miles away from the Summer Wine locations. I have a photo of me playing the harmonica theme tune outside Sid's café in Holmfirth. You can see Compo inside.

But never mind that. By the way, my last post was sent prematurely and I had more to say but it stands on its own and I can't be arsed. In the seventies I spent three schoolteachers' long holidays in the north-west highlands, namely in Wester Ross and Sutherland. There is nowhere better on God's earth. I climbed Cul Mhor, Cul Beg, Quinag, Ben Loyal, the Five Sisters, the Saddle and more, and we did the notorious Rock Path from Ullapool to Achiltibuie. Mrs Steve joined me (before she was Mrs Steve) in the hot Easter of 1976 and the long, hot summer of that year. What amazing memories. We stayed in youth hostels, our very favourite being Ratagan when John and Sue Fisher were the wardens, and Achmelvich, when Colin Jolly was at the helm - especially Achmelvich.

I could say more and probably will if we get any more moronic antisemitism shite. Innit!