Hang on Dead Horse. Field Marshall Keith A Hole of Hertford VD & bar is just checking on the Internet to see if you are right or not.

Me? I saw a profession when I joined The RAF. Took me a few months to see the qualifications wouldn't be much use after my nine years, so I left and joined the coal board for a more recognised apprenticeship.

Like I said. A job. A job you learn to look after your mates with or there could be disastrous consequences. I looked after my mates backs down the pit, just as I would have done if I had stayed in the forces. The political arguments of whether we wanted coal I left to others. I left the romantic notions and nonsense to the MacColls of this world. Nothing funnier than hearing a teacher stick his finger in his ear and croon about how hard it is down the pit.