Be nice to the new boy

I have in fact been polluting the air waves with my mongrel thoughts for some little while. This led me into a multitude of other blogs and I realised that blogger.com seemed to be a weapon of choice for a lot of these others. I have read of expasperation because postings into Firefox go squiffy, late night dramas getting code to work and other things that might make one's hair stand on end. Well, my Firefox seems to accept blogger.com posts, at my age I do not engage in any late night dramas - indeed, any night time activity. My hair is kept short. The only cloud on the lining is that I have little patience with Windoze - in matters other than broadband I'm a Apple Mac user from way back. So, all these things considered, I chose to move into the community.
I'm going to expand on the My Profile bit here - sort of thing I don't mind people knowing but would not want to push down their throats every time they (I hope) drop by.
I was born way back in 1933 in Essex - that might be enough for those with the knowledge? Just say - for those who know the jokes about Essex Girls - that it was me and my colleagues knowing their grandmothers that made Essex Girls what they are today. I was meant to be an engineer but the Army came along and gave me a life for some twenty-odd years. In that time, I travelled the whole of the near-, middle- and far-East and saw the Union Flag come down at midnight in a lot of places where the white man's word had been law. There were side-trips into Europe and Northern Ireland that added some alternative civilisation to the Eastern ways of life.
I found - and kept - a wife; without any seven-year itches. We raised two girls and two boys. Didn't accumulate a lot of assets but then we are both easy come - easy go. Retired and found employment with the London end of a multi-national oil company (Occidental International in the days when it was Armand Hammer's toy). Moved through a Saudi publishing company and ended up with a major engineering company. Retired and moved to Scotland. My eldest daughter died from a cancerous brain tumor about a year ago. I had a heart bypass back in 1997 - the cardiologist gave me a ten year guarantee so I kept the Army boots to give him a kicking if he was wrong.
Having spent much time where we were the racial minority, I have no patience with racism. That said, I retain the right to comment quite freely. My ideas as to what might - or might not - be politically correct are very flexible. Just say I am not a bunny-hugger.
So. That is it. First shot as one might say. Let us now commit our brother to .............