Long car journeys
When I was a nipper, and had to endure epic voyages such as South Wales to Oxfordshire in the back of my parents' car, we didn't have such fanciness as in-car DVD players, and we weren't given bags of sweets to trough on. Instead, when one of us asked if we could have a sweet, we would be told we could have one after passing under a particular number of bridges, so would spend the next twenty minutes with faces pressed to the window eagerly waiting for the next blessed concrete span to hove into view. It might sound twee now, but it worked on us...
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 10:50, Reply)