Fidgell, Your kind comments above brought a tear to my eye, so much, I was moved to pen a short poem to you:- (with apologies to Robbie Burns, Sir Walter Scott, et al) 
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My name is McFidgell. I'm over the moon,
In two-thousand and ten, I'll be moving to Troon.
Adjusting my radar, expanding its range,
Re-locating to Ayrshire, "embracing the change".
I'm not apprehensive, I've been there before,
They've heard I'm returning and they've barred up the door.
I'll be taking the children, the wife and two cats,
With this fantastic package I've been offered by NATS.
I'll be training on Rathlin, the part two's a HUGE tome,
Whilst waiting for Stobarts to ship up my home.
My mates down at LACC, they're all having a laugh,
They're paid more than me on the complexity graph.
My name is McFidgell, I'm a bit of a goon,
I spend lots of time posting !!!!!e on PPrune.
When NATS said "you're posted", I said "Me Sir? I'm willing",
I can't wait to get p*ssed on that old Seventy Shilling.
The spotting's fantastic, and it's two hours to Leuchars,
My book's full of numbers, (not as many as Zooker's).
Our reasons for moving are unclear and vague,
But at least I'll be able to see Ailsa Craig.
From my pebble-dashed 'villa', it's a nice view of Arran,
And for all this upheaval. I can thank The Red Barron.
My name is McFidgell, I could rant on and on,
But that's all for now folks, Och Aye and Hoots Mon!
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Last edited by ZOOKER; 3rd September 2008 at 14:03.