No agro on this side, Greg. Toss a mild bard or word or two indicating a bit of doubt Martin Gibson's way and he reacts by throwing a barrage of smut-mouthed insults and sprays great gobbets of spittle. From his typos and linguistic screw-ups, he reveals that his response is all bile and no brain. Goad him a bit and he reveals exactly what he is.

If he can validly claim that he's received any PMs supporting him, then I can validly claim that I'm the Supreme God of the Universe.