Mrs G had no problems with me ppruning until, a few years ago, I told her I was going to a Bash in London. When she asked ''who else will be going?' I started to reel off a few pprune 'names'. ''Don't they have proper names?'' she enquired. ''Er, yes of course they do but I won't know what they are until I meet them.'' I replied. Since then she's been convinced I have 'Oldtimers' and best left to my own devices.
