even when turned off...there is still some electric charge going through them.
Haven't learned much science in three years, have you Simon?
Further to the subject of profligacy, I once visited Otterburn Moor in Northumberland on a Trial. A lovely "day out" with a platoon of squaddies, firing mortars from a pit in the peat and eating that peculiar British Army "cold rations" brew, where they just open packs at random and stir them up in a billy. Cold Beef Stew, peaches and Chocolate Orios. Lovely! I returned weary, cold and mud spattered to the buildings. There, purely by luck, I saw a member of our Staff talking to a lathe-turner, 300 miles from base! Turned out he was getting the machining of small Development parts done in the Workshops there, thus getting 3 days fixed-rate expenses while staying at barracks free, a 600 mile gasoline allowance and all the Army scoff and free beer he could get down his neck in the Sergeants' Mess! Our own machine-shop was desperate for work at the time, and was a short walk from his office. A quiet word with our Director put the kybosh on
that little swindle, pdq!
Alan
edit spelling.
Bill: Just noticed.
Sit tight? I prefer to lounge loose!
