Much bigger ladies Michael.

I live near Doncaster.

Mind you, not all of them could be described as ladies. Nor indeed I a gent.

As to firmness, I'd say firm beforehand, softening when in the company of an Adonis such as what I is.

All that research bollocks was for Keith A Hole of Hertford, not you. Generally, you have confidence of your own intellect when debating, rather than playing google top trumps.

In fact, I don't think I've enjoyed a debate with you lately. You seem to have found egging on pillocks a more satisfactory game. Can't blame you, I chuckle at his attempts to make me look a bigger arse than I am, which takes some doing. Nothing soft there though, tight as a duck's. *

Your cheerleading is somewhat a distraction I suppose. If you can think of any subject you wish me to weave in, please do ask. I enjoy pompous sanctimony to be fair, and Keith is one of those part time Christians who manage to excel in the art. If we ran a Noël Coward tangent I suppose, but avoid Princess Di? Plenty there for normal people to discuss and oddballs to google.



*(Apart from those ducks with holes through their middle. What are they cal...? Oh yes, that's it. Henry Moorhens.)