Civvy, I wll try, just to please you, to be more vocal. However, you know how you and I are always very measured in our comments and never go over the top, do we?
I do not have a problem with Moreton, other than picking my way through the the traffic in Chipping Norton during the tourist season, mainly because I avoid the place like Swine Fever.
I am not sure of the relevance of a Masters to my dislike of this particular establishment. I am not keen on Indian food, but that has nothing to do with my qualification in domestic science. I am perplexed as to what you think is below me, but am grateful that you hold me on such a pedestal that you think some things are.
I think we can agree that they are not teaching academics (or, arguably, even academically), so perhaps, as always, we are really in quite close agreement.
The normality of the unfortunates sent there for reprogramming is not in dispute. You are enititled to your opinion on the quality of teaching, as indeed I am entitled to mine. That is what a democracy is all about, and while it may cause contention it is better than the alternative regimes (though I used to tell the former Mrs Todd that I was a benign dictator, a bit like President Tito). Kurnal risked his life putting out fires from the bombs Hitler sent over, just so I could have freedom of speech and it would be discourteous of me not to avail myself of the freedom he afforded us all.
I am glad you enjoyed your wee holiday in the Cotswolds, and am pleased to receive your belated postcard, though it did not contain the obligatory "wish you were here", but I take it was read that you did. I hope you were suitably entertained by the locals at the hostelries in close proximity, which I always thought was the main reason officers enjoyed Moreton.
The lack of perfection of "the place" is something we can also agree on.
I note that you fail to see the competition. I went to see Mr Hall the optician on Saturday and I failed to see the bottom line of the L M N T R S thingy on his wee board so he is going to change my prescription by a quarter of a dioptre. Give him a ring and tell him I have diagnosed a serious case of myopia. When you tell him how bad the symptoms are, he will probably see you as an emergency case. (He is very good, though he consistently fails to fix the fact that, when I look at delegates on our excellent training courses, available to all fire and rescue services at special discount, the delegate next to him/her always answers. Mr Hall says I have a squint, but never tells me why he doesnt fix it.)
Alternatively, just ask the multitude of F&RS who have turned away from Moreton for training and I am sure they can enlighten you, at a fraction of the cost of Mr H's lenses and frames.
Best wishes and keep prosecuting the proletariat as I need the expert witness work to pay for the maintenance of the former Mrs Todd and my much-loved wee girl.