On Thursday I did teh one most awful thing by my grandad I could think of to find out what I needed to to understand the Borough in which I was brought up, I visited RAF Uxbridge Blitz Bunker 1 on the Hill by Hillingdon House (as opposed to bunker number 2 the Nuclear proof one, under the car park on the RAF site allegedly).
There was a book on display called Gods Magic, by Dowding. Never read it. bUt the tour explained enough.
I deduce thaty the signals regiments used teh equipment there and that if you phone the dodgy numbers in dodgy magazines, the WRAF and their successors are the ones who monitor you. Hence for me to volunteer for the photographer of 30 and 40 up isn't allowed as I was never an Air cadet and these things go through their recruitment criteria.
As such I would never be able to afford to do a masters other than in London.
Sorri
James
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