Funeral

service today for a dear uncle - here are his wartime campaign medals. Straight from school to the Royal Navy; University came later, in peacetime.

Many memories, and some new stories, and a good gathering to say goodbye. Love and tolerance and a wonderful family - lucky us, as my dear wife so often says.

A postscript to yesterday's blip - it seems that when the two cannibal prisoners murdered the man from Kendal (front page of the Westmorland Gazette - if you don't know where Westmorland is, you are too young), they then settled down with the carving knife, but on opening his up, decided they didn't like the look of his liver.

A new excuse for drinking: it might deter cannibals.