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No Dart you missed the capitals Brentford Nylons but you weren't to know. They were big in textiles in the Seventies in London, sold something called poly-cotton and we all bought their sheets and 5000 volts and sliding out of bed later we stopped. We had to really or we'd never have had any children \:\)

A byword for crap textiles then in this part of the world that outfit was and I say was in case their legal beagle's listening. I repeat was \:\)

Why I mentioned them here is because a mate of mine (lathes, anvils) just sent me the URL to the cast iron plaque they put up in London to commemorate that Zeppelin bombing raid I mentioned elsewhere the other day, from Group Captain Peter Townsend's book 'Duel of Eagles'

Over there you had a WW1 Ace making excellent textiles and over here we had a bunch of plastics manufacturers trying to pull the wool over our eyes. I repeat allegedly.

I used to get telescope stuff back then from a shop in Farringdon Road next to the building with the plaque while Mrs Ming a snip of a girl was investigating Brentford Nylons' er, operation. Nothing to do with wartime American soldiers and their plot to have their way with English girls. Are we clear now \:\)

http://flickr.com/photos/justincormack/91583406/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bomb

Slightly more information than you needed yes I know but I will not have our land army's reputation besmirched. Oh I don't know... there's the chocolate offer to consider. So tempting \:\)

Ming

'You are either a hater or you are not' Roman Halter