Where's My Infrared Cooked Chicken? Back In 1957 France

I may have told this story, apologies if you've heard it already. I moved away from Monmouth when I was 19 with an ever decreasing set of reasons to go back, heck I had the whole world at my fingertips even if it started just over the border in Gloucester. My first proper job, 198something, at St Ivel in Swindon as the world slowly opened its doors to me. St Ivel, at the time, had extended it's graduate program to the likes of me. A year of learning how to "be in business", a few secondments, and quite a number of workshops away from the confines of the offices and factories. One such workshop was hosted in Tintern . Tintern is famous for two things, it has an Abbey that, whenever we drove passed, my Dad would point out the window and grinningly proclaim to anyone listening, "It'll be nice when it's finished!" The second famous thing is that The Poet Wordsworth spent some time wandering and pondering before writing some evocative words ... no

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