Dang, Irkley, the same thought went through my marble, but as usual, your quicksilver shone. We can't be moving to an willy-nilly venue without tank-testing the motion for naked ride-pasts.

I fear that I might be gaining the plot, as after said triumph of the acid-garage botty whiffs ceilidh, I settled down in front of the electric television to watch Caligula, and thought it was pretty tame compared to what the 'helmets get up to. Incidentally, Peter, consider yourself an honorary Helmet after that inspired performance at Elsan Hall.

Having now considered the motion, I find that the Sun is considerably nearer the Former Peoples' Republic of South Humberside, and therefore it is officially supported by the 'Helmets.

Geoffrey (not that one)