Well.
Some of you have met my dad.
For those of you who haven't, you should know that he is just your typical Englishman. Nothing really special about him.
He doesn't talk about himself that much. It's like pulling teeth to get him to talk about his childhood.
I gave up a long time ago.
Well, tonight at dinner we were having a political discussion (as usual).
I speculated as to the intent of the Iranian President in his lengthy letter sent to Bush the other day. My comment to Mom and Dad was, "I'm glad they aren't going all appeasement-y on us. Our government needs to see what they see."
Mom said, "I hate appeasement. Like when Libya gave all that money to Scotland."
I said: "Libya! Now there's a country you don't hear much about. I wonder what goes on over there..."
Dad interjected with, "Oil and sand. That's basically it."
And I said, "How do you know, Daddy?"
And he said: "I used to work over there."
I said: "Libya! What in the world did you do over there?"
And he said: "I lived out in the Sahara Desert and blew up land mines."
and he really did. | 
