And Then,

   What’s to do with that poor girls death a goodly while ago? What’s to do with all the demonstrations? Who manipulated this families sad loss into the media frenzy before our eyes, and to wot ends?
   Where were these hoards of ‘frightened little girls’ when that extreme far right footy hooligan was trying to get his voice heard regards police and local government inaction concerning those truly evil grooming gangs? Why aren’t there almost daily protests and mass co-co rule breaking vigils for the youths lost to the rule of the knife? Why is it just this one young lady? Wot’s afoot? Who’s playing us?
   Did you hear the lady on the morning news saying this murder had heightened something or other, I think she meant to say ‘...has been hijacked...’.
   Another point of ‘interest’ was the news clip – shown once then ‘lost’ - of a mob of these little frightened girls, protesting regards the violence out there, excitedly chanting, “Kill the bill”. 
   Why aren’t the media running one of they so loved statistical thingies like they do for co-co? You know, total number of young ladies who walked home alone last night. The number that suffered inappropriate hurty words from men. The number sadly murdered.    
   Lastly, a truly lovely comment to the family history post that rightly deserves to be up front from Rick. Oh, how the memories went a-swirling...
   My love of family history began when I was a very small boy. My father would religiously troop us round to visit his ancient aunties and uncles. These were mostly folks born in the 1880s. (Aunty Nellie was born in 1865). Every one of them as sharp as a tack.
   I remember clearly being told by my father once: "When we get where we're going, you sit still, don't fidget, don't touch anything and don't speak unless you're spoken to, or you'll cop it when you get home". An instruction for which I remain eternally grateful. I sat there, I listened, I absorbed every nuance of a different world.
   Thus began a remarkable journey.

Quote;  Buddy Hackett.

“As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.”