Hmmmm...I'm a Geordie lass with a half Yorkshire, half Nottingham, half London accent and no mathematical ability at all, which must make me even worse. Especially if you consider that I have lived near Newcastle for all 13 years of my life, picked up the Yorkshire accent from over-exposure to drunk people at Folkworks summerschool (making it rather odd) and still haven't lost it. I chant Norange Norange Norange Norange Brape Troozers Bisghetti at irregular intervals and I currently claim to be a flannel. I also appear to be expressing desires to play the bassoon and recruit people to be called Richard. Mad enough?

Ruthie