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iMC. Great uniforms.

Great work!

.....on BBC4 the other night on the life of Roger Bushell, Big X of the Great Escape. Entitled 'The Real Great Escape' it was told entirely by members of his family through diaries and letters and showed vividly his transformation from fun loving playboy on the Swiss ski slopes to driven escaper and Nazi hater determined to continue his war from behind the wire.Watch out for a repeat.

I have just tried to purchase the V2 upgrade using my Visa Debit Card. The purchase was refused with the messages..'Error Fraud Protection Service Filter ?" Declined by filters' and 'Error processing the payment (payflow-pro)'. I tried three times carefully checking the Card details each time but had same two messages each time. I use this card regularly and have had no problem with it buying anything else. Thanks in advance for any help.

True but a sympathetic and sensible approach to the civilian population goes a long way too.

Fantastic. Well done

Great work. Thanks.

That's a great picture Mord.

Bloody Olympics!!!!! Nothing else in the newspapers, nothing else on tv and radio news and to top it all off it now seems the £100 I paid for a licence for our beloved multi interest covering BBC television service has been donated to something which I can only call Olympic Television as the channel shows nothing else from morning till night seven days a week. Its enough to make a monkey chew his nuts!

Yes very nice.

Nice Reaper. Why not put it in the Repository?

Great work DC. Thanks.

Damn. My local battalion of our little county regiment has finally made the big time. The old 2nd Mons modded in Combat Mission. Never thought I'd see the day.

Lol.Now that's funny!

Ever notice how posts like this always descend into banality?

Great work there LongLeftFlank.

Agreed. Fantastic!!

Great work yet again Coon Dog.

Coon Dog thats fantastic. Well done mate.

Excellent Patboy. Thanks for this.

Another great one Drakenlorde.

Great. Looking forward to these Rambler.

"Snakes with fur". Paulie Galtieri, Capo, Soprano Family.

From 'The Sun' newspaper this week.... CONGRATULATIONS to all my friends who were born in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of Asbestos. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer. Then, after that trauma, our cots were covered with lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles or locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode bikes we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking. We would ride in cars with no seatbelts or airbags. We drank water from the garden hose, not a bottle. Takeaway food was limited to fish and chips, there were no pizza shops, or McDonald's, KFC, Subway or Nando's. Even though all the shops closed at 6pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death! We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one died from this. We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy toffees, gobstoppers and bubble gum. We ate white bread and real butter, drank cow's milk and soft drinks with sugar, but we weren't overweight because we were always outside playing! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day but we were OK. We would spend hours building go-karts out of old prams then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. Good old plays ... leaping for joyWe built treehouses and dens and played in riverbeds with Matchbox cars. We did not have PlayStation, Nintendo Wii and Xbox or video games, DVDs or colour TV. There were no mobiles, computers, internet or chatrooms. We had friends and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies, too. Only girls had pierced ears. You could buy Easter eggs and hot-cross buns only at Easter time. We were given airguns and catapults for our tenth birthdays, we rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or just yelled for them. Not everyone made the school rugby, football, cricket or netball teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that. Getting into the team was based on merit. Our teachers hit us with canes and gym shoes and threw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating. We can string sentences together, spell and have proper conversations now because of a solid three Rs education. Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road. Mum didn't have to go to work to help Dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Joneses! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! Parents didn't invent stupid names for kids like Kiora, Blade, Ridge and Vanilla. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility and learned to deal with it all. You might want to share this with others who grew up in an era before lawyers and government regulated lives.

Looking great Rambler. Thanks for these.