kiwistiller wrote: ... where does it all end?
When ya die.
We don't eat fish, chooks, cows, pigs or anything similar unless circumstances dictate that we should, eg when dining at a guests place or stuff like that. We virtually live out of our garden just buying stuff like butter, cheese, tofu and pepsi.
We don't like duck hunters solely because we live about 100 feet from a lake and city slickers come up at weekends and shoot in our back yard. We don't like yelling at the fucking pricks cos they're just as likely to shoot us.
If we were to go into the city and start shooting over houses all hell would break loose. The sky would be black with cops in choppers, roads would be blocked with emergency vehicles, polititions would be ranting (as always), newspapers raving, talk back radio going crazy and we would wind up in prison.
When we ring the cops about the city slicker pricks shooting over our house..............................................................................nothing. Gotta love cops and duck hunting tourists. Not implying that that's what you blokes do, just got carried away cos it's duck/house shooting season right now.
blanik
Simple potstiller. Slow, single run.
(50 litre, propane heated pot still. Coil in bucket condenser - No thermometer, No carbon)
The Reading Lounge AND the Rules We Live By should be compulsory reading
Cumudgeon and loving it.