My sibs and I used to fly around the world as unaccompanied children in the 60s and early 70s. I don't remember anything like that, although we did have to wear big badges saying 'Unaccompanied Minor', which must have been a bit of a come-on for some people I suppose.
As far as I remember, the fun would start when we arrived in a fog-bound, wintry London to be met by some harridan of a stranger who would put us up for a night in a freezing slum and feed us gruel before despatching us northwards to Dotheboys Hall for another term of floggings, left-overs and Latin grammar, when the only thing to look forward to was having our chestnuts roasted over an open fire. Luxury! Bob > -----Original Message----- > From: David Mann [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] > Sent: 28 November 2005 22:47 > To: pentax-discuss@pdml.net > Subject: OT: latest pedonoia story > > Heard this on the radio this morning. > > http://seven.com.au/news/worldnews/124920 > > - Dave > > > >
