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I too have upgraded my mobile communication device. I went from shouting louder, to tin cans and string, to a portable rechargeable telegrammataphone. I can make and receive telephone calls. I can even laboriously type out misspelled lexicons and both send and receive them through the ether.

It is from a period when I worked, and got sent to places where people pointed guns at you if they got a sniff of a camera. I suppose when it eventually stops doing what it currently does I shall change it for something a bit more modern, but I have no intention of carrying something around with a screen bigger than my old Dad's first telly.
Perhaps someone will invent one that unfolds into something of a readable size, but still packs away smaller than a Mars bar.

Meanwhile I will leave you with this. How versatile.

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Yes Fruitcake, I shudder to think what my mother would do with a kindle were she alive today.

She used to make a kind of fruitcake, Gur cake it was called here in Dublin, it’s a very old traditional recipe. I’m not sure how it got it’s name, my guess is that when a lad ran away from home back then, usually for a few days with one or two mates camping rough in the many fields and hills that surrounded Dublin city at the time, these little escapades were called “Going on Gur”
The food of choice was not bread and dripping but Gur cake because it lasted for months, one could live on Gur cake and water forever, it used to be said that the Pyramids were made from Gur cake that’s why they are still there, bread on the other hand went stale after a day or two. Gur cake looked like a paler version of Christmas pudding, of course it had none of the fancier ingredients in it, the odd raisin here and there smothered in lashings of soaked stale bread that had been done in the oven for hours, but boy did it fill you up and never went off, the ’Sell by’ chaps would their work cut out for them if they had to put a date on Gur cake.
Some of the mothers would try to go one better with their Gur cake and have it between pastry, posh Gur cake, we never had that unfortunately.
Today some of the swanky eating houses in Dublin serve Gur cake and custard as a dessert after a huge plate of coddle, charge a bomb for it too.

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Gur cake sounds like Terry Pratchett's Dwarf Bread. You can eat it, make a seat out of it, or use it as a weapon.

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TERRY PRATCHETT!!!!!

I have 46 of his Discworld books,plus 6 he co-authored with Stephen Briggs.

.....I think I love you,Fruitcake.....

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Our eldest had a very forward thinking English teacher at secondary school. She told him everyone on this planet should read at least one Terry Pratchett book in their lifetime.
He read one, then a few, then a lot, then all of them. He got me interested as well and I have never looked back since, well except when reversing.

As for professing your love for me Pug, I am already taken. My Lovely Cousin knows who TP is/was, but has never read a single line of his compositions. She is more into Bills and Moon, as well as doctor/nurse and lady soldier romance.
She used to be a dental nurse, but I was never a doctor or a tooth doc, or even an eggy solderer for that mature. I came across her uniform a short while ago whilst I was doing some DIY on an ailing wardrobe. I don't think the drool stains will ever come out.

I think I need a cold shower right now. Plesa ecxude the dodyg toeping.

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Hold on! Is there some bromance going on here!

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I blame it on the moon Sweetie, I have you noticed plenty of moon pictures on the forum lately, love is in the air.
The trouble with Winter is that you have too much time on your hands, if you’re retired that is, I hate having too much time to think, it confuses me and makes me head hurt, besides too much thinking and no working makes Jack a pain in the arse, that’s according to the wife.

There’s a lot of talk now on the space front about putting a man on Mars, and good luck to them. Of course I am just a layman (I lay whenever I can, especially when the gout acts up) and know nothing about such matters, thankfully we have experts who stand out in their own fields, no not farmers but specialists in all things space, for we all know that old Mexican saying “Though we are all made of clay a jug is not a vase”
May this humble plain jug offer a bit of advice to those learned men.
Would it not make sense to build a base on the moon first? I’m sure it would be great experience for the astronauts and far easier to launch a Mars ship from there, less gravity so therefore less cumbersome fuel to carry. Also it wouldn’t be so far to travel back home if one of the boys/girls changed their mind and wanted to go home to mommy.
The moon is out there for our use yet it’s neglected and just sits there idle. We dearly love our moon, it has been the inspiration for love and romance throughout time, and let’s not forget the torment of the unfortunate Werewolf "Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfebane blooms and the autumn moon is bright”
So please don’t shun it for greater glory, go there ye gallant men and caress it’s crust, cry in it’s craters , blossom in it’s beams, and give it a big hug from all of us.

“I see the moon, the moon sees me
shining through the leaves of the old oak tree
Oh, let the light that shines on me
shine on the one I love” (Jim Bickerman)

’Tis true lads, I always get sentimental round this time.

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Firstly I am not retired, I do a lot of work online.
I do some volunteer work in a couple of care homes, for the poor souls that have been dumped there by their relatives, then NEVER get a visit!
It breaks my heart to see grown men cry when I have to leave! I will not dwell on that.

The moon yes that beautiful thing in the sky. I often say that everyone's gone to the moon at the Candy Bar. I also like the old song 'That's Amour'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFSv-tq5GAY
As for future generations living on other planets, I do think this will happen. Many a prediction has come out of Science Fiction - Wow that rhymes.

BTW Jem, do drop by the Candy Bar someday, as I know someone is planning a holiday in Dublin. Who better to advise than you.

To end - You can't beat sentimental fools, not in my books.

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Space travel, the last frontroom.

Jules Verne made it to the moon, as did Bernard Cribbins who won his lady's heart in the process.

Bernard is still alive so the boffins would do well to talk to him about space flight. He is a friend of Doctor Foreman, so knows a bit about the Tardis and time travel as well.

Yes it would make sense to build a base on the moon and blast off to the chocolate planet from there, but most of the work would have to be done at night as the moon isn't around very often in the daytime.