Olive processing.

Thank you all: from the mass of data offered, I reckon I can make a good hand of screwing it up to total perfection.(But then again, I'm a slave to Durian).

Special thanks to the 'nameless' gents who offered the following:-
(a) pegging olives at the DOG. (You cruel, cruel man: that stuffs me shoulder.)
(b) Popeye. [see 'shoulder'].
(c)Crush 'em with a fourby! (Mate, I said I'd never driven on ice, but you suggest I drive on oiled marbles. Sheesh, so who needs friends.) Call 'im off Dusty.

Thanks again eh. When a bloke can learn with a grin thrown in, then life can't be too rugged, eh. Safe , bog-free travels over East period. Jeff H.