About fifteen years ago I stopped near Maidstone in Kent to pick some strawberries for a visit to Mum. The long walk from the car park was past a field with cannabis growing in it. I asked the woman at the field and she said that surprisingly few people noticed what it was, but that it was a very low THC variety being grown for specialist ropemaking. Needed a special licence, too.
Kids all over the world survive tiny pieces. At that age ours would eat gravel in the garden and never choked on it. Can't see any tight spots? Ours used to get stuck in reverse and jam themselves under the sofa, but they never died from it.
Ah, but drivers like powerful cars because "It allows them to accellerate out of trouble". That'll be why powerful cars are so much cheaper to insure, then - they're so much safer.
seekshelter:- You're not alone. My mum reckons our kids shouldn't be reading them. Me - I trust our kids to have some idea of what's real and what isn't.
To me the irony the believers in one set of one fictional stories complaining about another set of fictional stories is too much and I have to leave the room before I laugh too rudely.
Once these valleys teemed with herds of wild nauga. Then, as the settlers moved in and the ecosystem was changed by man's ruthless greed they all but died out except for a few prize naugas kept by enthusiasts. However, all is not lost.
As global warming makes more of Canada and Alaska suitable for the nauga's habits we again will see the shy hen naugas peeping through the trees and the boistrous fledgling naugas leaping down freshets splashing each other, making their characteristic ullulating call, "Yerwot, yerwot, yerwot". Meanwhile the cock naugas strut their stuff on the brow of the hill, proudly staking their claim to the surrounding square mile or so. And, of course, getting shot for being so stupid as to pose on a skyline.
Perfect trap for consumers - it ties you into buying the refill calendars for future years. Far better than just selling something that does the job, sell something that has 'em coming back for refills. Like hairdriers that spray some noxious substance at you - you have to go back and buy the refills.
Interesting that in both this instance, and in the Gimli Glider (q.v. Wikipedia) incident the pilots were also experienced glider pilots.
Just from flying models I know that gliding experience gives you a superior outlook on speed/height balance and how best to trade one against the other, and full-size pilots (pilots of full size planes - I'm already full-size enough, thanks) tell me that it's the same when scaled up.
Something similar happened in Birmingham in, IIRC, the 50s. An anonymous blood group survey showed that approximately 20% of children /couldn't/ be related to their supposed fathers - of course, how many of the rest weren't either wasn't clear.
The survey results were suppressed for at least 30 years.
To me the irony the believers in one set of one fictional stories complaining about another set of fictional stories is too much and I have to leave the room before I laugh too rudely.
As global warming makes more of Canada and Alaska suitable for the nauga's habits we again will see the shy hen naugas peeping through the trees and the boistrous fledgling naugas leaping down freshets splashing each other, making their characteristic ullulating call, "Yerwot, yerwot, yerwot". Meanwhile the cock naugas strut their stuff on the brow of the hill, proudly staking their claim to the surrounding square mile or so.
And, of course, getting shot for being so stupid as to pose on a skyline.
Front cover of Sniffin' Glue magazine showed three chord positions with the strapline "Now go and form a band."
Just from flying models I know that gliding experience gives you a superior outlook on speed/height balance and how best to trade one against the other, and full-size pilots (pilots of full size planes - I'm already full-size enough, thanks) tell me that it's the same when scaled up.
The survey results were suppressed for at least 30 years.