Broughton is in Flintshire not Cheshire, so it’s in Wales, albeit just. 😉

No wonder it gets confusing,

BAE Systems PLC
Chester Rd
Broughton
Chester
Cheshire CH4 0DR

But the airfield is classed as Hawarden, Flintshire, must be great being able to work in two countries on the same day.

I have been into the factory many moons ago and was not aware that I was so close to the Welsh border.

I would have thought that it was a legal requirement to quote interest rates so that a direct comparison between lenders could be made?

Must agree with that, you know of course that you are now facing calling a dreaded call centre and attempting to discuss with someone whose command of English isn’t great, and who will explain to you at great length what he/she can see on their screen, which surprisingly is exactly what you can see yourself. Good luck

Baz – I agree with your last point but not your first. After all the Dutch managed to anticipate the likely increased payment and planned accordingly. I rather think it is Treasury ineptitude not EU ineptitude and I say that as a Eurosceptic, as my various posts clearly illustrate.

I too am outraged but by the budget increase and that’s the battle Cameron should be fighting and for which he might find some allies.

The sorry saga is looking worse, it appears that this revision was known about in January, by March all countries had submitted their revised figures for their individual economies, at this stage treasury departments of all countries could and certainly should have been aware of the effects of this revision, this is when any negotiation and wrangling should have gone on, but it would appear that our Treasury and Ministers sat back contemplating their navels naively hoping that it would all just go away.

I like most, am not happy with retrospective accounting, but to plead surprise is looking more and more suspect.

I steered well clear of that, having heard his incoherent spoutings elsewhere but as an apologist for crumbling Labour the Tories absolutely adore him!!:D But the media are in thrall so you can expect much more of his “brand” of political bilge in the weeks to come.:D

You got that right, the guy would be of far more value to Labour if he joined the Tories, or even UKIP.

I agree with Alan and particularly the penultimate paragraph. Secrecy for the sake of secrecy has always suited the state.

So true, many moons ago I worked for a company producing (among other things) high pressure hose, among our customers were Rolls Royce and MOD, at times with them situations became farcical.

For instance an order came in via MOD, but destined for the aero engine division of Rolls Royce, officialdom declared that this hose must only be produced on our test machine situated in the laboratory and under supervision of ministry inspectors, this immediately blew any secrecy straight out the window merely by drawing attention to the order, even better it was also very quickly realised that ministry inspectors and lab technicians didn’t have a clue how to actually run a production machine, the order then landed on my desk followed by many worried officials concerned that this order didn’t become public knowledge, the utterly stupid side was that the pipe was exactly the same spec as regular orders and could quite simply have gone through production without anyone batting an eye at it, but of course this pipe was destined for a new military jet engine which in itself was still secret.

Have no experience of Bengal cats, but our last cat was a very large neutered male Maine Coon, he was a large example of a large breed and yes as some have mentioned can be very energetic, fortunately he was a good cat to have around and didn’t attack furniture etc apart from a large sheepskin rug which he would beat into submission at least once a day.

A similarity between the two breeds has been mentioned, if that is the case from my experience welcome the cat in to your home, our Maine Coon was the most affectionate and friendly cat we have ever had, in some respects almost dog like in wanting to play and attention, at times daft as a brush and certainly always made his presence known.

We lost him to a cancer 5 years ago aged 21, sadly missed but not forgotten.

Just had a quiet chuckle reading back through this old thread, one thing I distinctly remember, don’t know if this was just a family thing or did others get this?

As a young growing lad with appetite to match, if I turned up between meals on the “verge of starvation” I would very often be presented with a slab of fruit cake between two slices of bread and butter to munch on, always did a good job of filling the hunger and staving off the “imminent collapse”.