One born every ..........

Away from all the argy-bargey of cartoons, I did have a funny communication in response to my £20 Maglite torch. This pointed out that the state of the art torch for use by rufty tufty soldiers was a thing called the SureFire Magnum M6 Guardian. I have looked at the specification and it is indeed a fearsome beast. However, at a price of £230 or so, it is well outside what I need as a little bedside supplement. The sort of bedside companion I would expect at that sort of cost is a crate full of Viagra. I suspect the purchase came from the days when the ruling cry amongst the Big Swinging Dicks was that he who dies with the most toys wins. My response at that time was - who cares; they are still dead Dicks, they have ceased to swing, they are no more etc. etc.
The title is apt - maybe - but does not take away my pride that one of mine was able to get to such a state that he could expend that sort of wedge on that sort of toy. I do reflect that when I was a kid in the market for toys, I could have purchased an entire Royal Artillery searchlight battery - personnel and all - for that sort of money.