Editorial.
We're twenty-one today, twenty-one today,
We've got the key to the door
Never been twenty-one before.
Pardon the
festive spirit but this is an occasion. Whether you are approaching it or have passed it long since there's something special about
a twenty-first birthday; it is a final irresponsible celebration before donning the mantle of responsibility. So let us stand for
a moment in the present, with pride in past achievements and confidence in the future.
It is with much pleasure that I welcome
back to these pages one who gave considerable support to Mr Harold Turner, our first Editor. Mr Turner overcame many difficulties
during the infancy of this 'baby' and one of his most enthusiastic helpers was a humorist - Revlac. It is most fitting that he should
be present at our twenty-first.
Complaints have been made in the past that questions asked in this journal have not been answered.
Not wishing to entangle myself with financial queries, I have taken to heart the words of one of our highest-paid, present-day philosophers.
"What do you want if you don't want money". After much research in various unspecified places, I have emerged with two pages of "Answers
to Correspondents". It must be emphasised that these replies are not expressions of personal opinion nor have they any official backing,
they are simply an attempt to state facts based "on the evidence" and I hope that they will provoke comment from you, the jury.
During
the recent Local Government elections there were a larger number of shocks than usual; among the 'casualties' we noticed a familiar
name or two. Let us hope that the secret of 'red tape cutting' has been passed on to their successors.
The issue of smaller one
pound notes has met with a mixed reception; it has, however, solved the 'problem of the safe' at some of our Branches - they had a
'can' that couldn't - it can now !!!
H W Powell
Yardley Branch
CHRISTOPHER CALLING (by REVLAC)
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Christopher: |
Daddy |
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Me: |
Hello |
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C: |
How
much is a thousand pounds? |
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M: |
A lot of money |
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C: |
Do you have to be very clever to have £1,000? |
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M: |
Not always |
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C: |
'Cos it's got a picture here
of a "Rock and Roll" singer who earns £1,000 a week: he's 19 |
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M: |
Indeed |
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C: |
Do you earn £1,000 a week? |
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M: |
No |
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C: |
I suppose that's because you're
old |
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M: |
Thank-you |
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C: |
Shall I earn that much when I'm 19? |
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M: |
I doubt it |
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C: |
I could practice singing |
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M: |
You could |
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C: |
And I wouldn't have to learn
any words 'cos nobody's supposed to hear them |
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M: |
Very true |
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C: |
You could buy some clothes like this - Look |
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M: |
I think not |
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C: |
He doesn't look
very happy. I wonder why? |
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M: |
I wonder |
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C: |
P'rhaps it's 'cos he wants a haircut |
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M: |
Very probable |
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C: |
I always feel unhappy when I want a haircut |
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M: |
Interesting |
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C: |
Yes.
Or p'rhaps it's 'cos his trousers are hurting him |
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M: |
Perhaps |
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C: |
I don't think I will be a singer |
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M: |
Suit yourself |
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C: |
I think I'll be a policeman
like Dixon |
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M: |
Good for you |
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C: |
Do policemen earn £1,000 a week? |
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M: |
No |
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C: |
Oh! Is it 'cos they can't sing? |
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M: |
Quite possibly |
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C: |
Mummy says I should
be a jolly good detective |
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M: |
Oh? |
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C: |
I found the chocolates she bought for Linda and I |
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M: |
Well done |
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C: |
Only 'cos I saw where she hid them |
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M: |
Oh |
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C: |
Would
you like one? |
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M: |
No, thanks |
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C: |
I'm glad 'cos there's only one ---- |
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M: |
It's the thought that counts |
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C: |
---- and I'm eating that already |
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M: |
I
see |
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C: |
Goodbye for now |
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M: |
Goodbye |