Well I used one of those ultra-modern flowing-bloody-ball ink thingies to write Mrs Steve's birthday card last night. After five minutes the ink still wasn't dry, but I didn't know that, did I, so when I picked it up to shove it in the envelope I smudged the whole bloody lot. Cost me five quid, that card. Luckily, once in pride of place you couldn't see the smudged kisses (nearest I get these days). Give me those nibs on wooden sticks and a bottle of Quink any time!