That's what I typed. F*&king iPad auto corrected it seems. Must be some shit kicking place in the States spelt that way....

Yeah, the ex girlfriend arranged a charity 'do there and I did a turn, sharing with the ubiquitous bingo and a disco. Singing away, oblivious to the world, a bit of a commotion in the corner. Two songs, later, (show must go on...) paramedics could be seen in the corner carrying a stretcher out. (Show must go on.) She was very old, but all the same, to think the last thing the poor old bugger heard was my dulcet tones.... Enough to consider a vow of silence.

You say that one must live in hope. Well, I'm a Derbyshire lad originally, and we have a saying, tha' knows. "I'd rather live in Hope than die in Clay Cross."

We always needs the Betty Swollox of this world. When all around you is misfiring......