Now I'm getting depressed. All this talk of bread queues and stuff-which I can't remember- are making me feel like Marie Antoinette, for heaven's sake. But I DO remember rationing during the war! The effect lingers to this day: I'm more impressed by somebody in front of me in the queue buying a big bag FULL of Mars bars than by yon bloke's new X5. TWO DOZEN MARS!!- that's what I call decadence!