Skivee: I've seen you invite yourself to a private party after a festival. At that party, you repeatedly interupted invited guests mis-song to squeak out unrecognizable tunes on a penny whistle. When asked, you admitted that you had no idea what tune *YOU* were tooting out. You were just making noise to screw with the folks who'd been asked to sing songs for our hosts.

WHY am I not in the least surprised? I've tried to stay away from this thread to avoid encouraging this guy, who seems to have an ego the size of the Andromeda Galaxy, but an intellect the size of a Bottom Quark. However, it's a bit like having a nice crusty scab on your arm...I just can't avoid picking at it now and then.

And Don's posts are worth the occasional visit, for sure :-)

WF: Get rid of the accretions and junk in your back yard and grow your own food. Work hard - harder than you've ever worked in your life - and live simply.

Will, I know someone who's done *just* this. Given up his well-paid job as a Deputy Head teacher and bought a small-holding. He works like a demon, dawn to dusk, tied to the land. He can't go away even for a day as the pigs, ducks, geese etc all need feeding...and you can't impose on friends to do the feeding too often. You're right: he's never worked so hard in his life, and for a negligible income, even though he gets a decent price for his veg and fruit, and sells his meat direct. I think you met him...he duetted with me at the High Brooms Tavern session you came to. The tired-looking , thin one with the bags under his eyes :-)