Also--just this one last thing in direct address to DB. You have yet to meet Shane. When he's coming off a three week bender after swilling (he'll be pleased to find out he knows how to swill) 'ale' (usually the leftover stuff we have put our cigarette butts in--he filters the lumps through his teeth much like a baleen whale), and when he pukes the rest of us get to watch and we usually applaud, because he introduces an interesting dynamic to an otherwise dull and boring life as we listen to 'minority apeal music' as you so delicately put it--why, one time he was able to vomit and do an almost exact duplication of a painting done by a member of the Group of Seven--OK, maybe not really exact, but it had lots of colour in it and the texture was such that it contrasted quite nicely with his Aunt Mehitabel's brand-new shag carpet imported from Iran in the days when camels actually had value as 'ships of the desert'--speaking of which, Shane can't spell worth shit and he thinks that desert means the stuff one scarfs after a meal--so, anyway, thank you for bringing a smile to us all. As for your remark, "they are a bunch of smelly, bearded, slop (real ale) swilling, passed it, tasteless followers of an out of date minority apeal music.", if you think that's tough, y'ought to meet the men.