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@Stan the Baron! Copepods are edible, but not usually eaten by humans, as they're small marine invertebrates, near bottom of food web.
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🙂 Hi, found a little time to explain my username, it goes back about 50 years, I worked in precision engineering all my life and back in '67 just like know more or less pay freezes was the order of the day. As an underpaid skilled ex apprentice I was left with no choice but to change job, and one came up at the highest paid company in the area. work was mostly for Aerospace companies, Rolls Royce, British Aircraft Corporation as it was called then, and many of the companies that were absorbed by BAC, and of course the MOD. Pay was high, very high, maybe as much as 50% more than similar companies, with sacking rates to match, they's allow anyone to try, but after a month or so, if you didn't cut the mustard you were gone. My job was on nightshift, with almost unlimited overtime, within weeks I was earning 3 x what I was before, to put things into perspective, in 1969/70 my pay would buy 3 Ford Cortina MK 3's, todays equivalent , 3 Ford Focus or Mondeo would be about £60,000, so yeah I was doing ok. However lunch time at 1am could be a bit boring, if it wasn't for the card schools, every night we played 9 card brag, with a very stringent requirement to qualify as a winning hand, so the kitty wasn't won very often, sometimes months would go by, and by then £50/60 would be there to win. However, Thursday night was pay night, cash then, not like now, so Thursday was 3 card brag night, this was a big money game, some out and out gamblers lost almost all their weeks pay in half an hour, and me, I was single still, with money to burn, this gave me an edge, and I won more often than not. I always kept a record of my winnings , and losses, so that I knew when I was betting my own money, after those first few weeks, I never did, which only served to increase my edge, so much so that on several occasions I actually doubled my pay, and it was this luck that lead to me being called the Baron. Now looking back I have to wonder, was it a term of endearment or was it unspoken thoughts of the Medieval robber Barons! All a longtime ago now, but I do still have good recollections of those times, which lasted almost 10 years, the 1971 crash of Rolls Royce ended our major supply of work, the company kept going until '77 but became smaller every year. I know feel that I've had quite a lucky life in so many ways, seen a glaciers running into the sea at Spitsbergen, and paler bears in the wild at the same time, had a flight in a WW2 Spitfire,fully aerobatic, and even took the controls for a short time, great kids and wife, and the best dog ever now. He's helped no end with my diabetes exercise, and getting where I have with it was hard work yes, but also I was lucky, would never have done so well without a lot of the Baron's luck. I even consider myself lucky to have contracted T2, I would not be as fit and healthy to day if I hadn't. So thats it and its now goodnight form the Baron, take care