Go on, live a little…;o)

So did we, years ago. Many years ago. Centuries ago, in fact.

There’s lots of nourishment on a snail. In fact freelance snail rustlers have been reducing numbers to the point of extinction in areas of the home counties, just to fill the demand from expensive restaurants in London. No demand for slugs though… Can’t understand that.
Used to have a colleague who hung roadkill in the downstairs toilet to mature. Rabbit, pheasant, deer, duck, swan, heron, even badger and apparently the odd hedgehog (although I suspect that wasn’t roadkill). Hanging a body wouldn’t be so strange, I suppose, although it would just taste a little porkish, just the same.

Whats the strangest thing you’ve eaten? Mine was a marble, if you don’t count a Findus lasagna…

that doesn’t make a Stringbag a Grumman Avenger or a Nakajima Kate.

???
Is that meant as an insult?
Imagine yourself as a pilot in WWII who arrives at his newly appointed squadron to find he is to fly a disappointing old biplane, held together by little but belief. It has a whiny old radial engine on the front and when the weaponry is attached (be it rockets, depth charges or a torpedo) you doubt it would take off from a runway, let alone a carrier flight deck. But the whole thing flies, with its weapons, and it goes on for hours, in all weathers.
No, it wasn’t an Avenger and I’d imagine that those who flew at Taranto, helped to slow the Bismarck, who died trying to stop the Channel Dash and on all those countless other, more anonymous yet still important, occasions might have been glad to have had an Avenger instead – but they didn’t have the option.
The question was about the Fleet Air Arm being regarded as a second class service – maybe if they’d had Avengers from 1939 everything would have been so much better, but they weren’t available then, the Swordfish was and had been for several years. When the option looks flimsy but does its job and does it well, please do not compare it with aeroplanes that might well have been better appointed – and younger, and were monoplanes – but were not in the same league.

And the Fleet Air Arm had (Ok, French contract) Grumman Martlet’s from October 1940, so must have decided much earlier than 1941 (when their own order started being delivered, in March) that they needed a front line carrier borne fighter, even if they had to order it from America…

Do they do pasties in France?

I met a couple of Yanks who were enthusiastic enough to ponder importing them to Oregon, but never a Frenchman…

Are you implying that someone could have been leaving him to mature?

Thats the end of you then!:D

Ha – and my faith is restored. Wishful thinking matey…;o)

Ahhh, snafu, giss a kiss and we all make up…:D..I won’t be able to drop off to sleep at night, if I am unable to read your pages of threads…..Go On, you know you want to..

Gerroffoutavit, you haven’t had a shave yet!
And I don’t do requests, you’ll have to make do with just a line or two.
And whatever I post as well, of course…;o)

Snafu

Where do you live ? I’m coming round – with Jim – to make you a hot drink of cocoa and tuck you up with a nice hot water bottle.

Um, I’m in, erm, the Outer Hebrides, yes, that’s right, och yes, and its a ret dourer neet oot t’neet.

John, Noooooo PLEASE, I havn’t got a week to spare to listen to him……….:D

You cheeky wee bast!* I haven’t got a week to make up stories for you to ignore either. Find your own bleddy entertainment.

*Bast – an ancient Egyptian cat god. A term used for those who treat others like cats would. Or summet.;o)

When exactly would you use Jean Paul est dans le jardin in normal conversation?