Hi, its me Nic, I figured now would be a good time to join others and post a little bit about myself. Born 1963, them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea. Without milk or sugar! Or tea! We used to have to drink out of a rolled-up newspaper! But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. Because we were poor! My old dad used to say to me: "Money doesn't bring you happiness, son!" He was right! I was happier then and I had nothing! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank! We used to have to get up every morning, at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the mill, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt! And you try and tell the young people of today that, and they won't believe you!