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Yeah ... 'fraid I'm guilty of such extravagant whims, Paul. I once flew in the eighties from Dallas-Fort Worth to El Paso for a tequila breakfast and caught the next plane back. Once in the nineties from Nice, France to Manchester, England for fish, chips and mushy peas, which I ate from the newspaper wrapping in the pouring rain before flying straight home. Often used to take a train from Glasgow, Scotland, to Carlisle, England, where the station bar served great, hand-pumped Jenning's bitter from the wood, and the the train straight back to Glasgow at closing time. Now I'm old and poor, but I can still occasionally phone in a wood-oven baked pizza from Italy. Neil
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