On Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:23:17 +0100, Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "Man at B&Q"
saying something like:

A "slotted screwdriver" sounds like a rare beast.

I have one, in common with lots of other people.

I'll bet you don't.

I do - a screwdriver with a slot cut in it for doing up spokes, so that the
nipple can be screwed down past the end of the spoke.
--
Peter.
The gods will stay away
whilst religions hold sway