Skipjack,

You were worried that two intertwining columns of piss could, in some cultures, be a ceremonial affirmation of something. I have researched this and found only one reference. This is in "Marriage Rituals of the Lower Usk Valley" by Dilwyn Rees (Bwlch Press 1928)in which he states that it is only significant if performed from the upper deck of a Newport Corporation tram, and conducted whilst "As naked as the day you were born". As I was born wearing a velveteen 3/4 length frock coat and gold spats, I think that there should be no anxieties here.

It was an uplifting moment, when I realised that I had so many friends in the motoring fraternity on the A164. Never have I received so many affectionate car-horn tributes and shouts of encouragement from so many, who like me, appreciate that there is an alternative way of cycling on a narrow trunk road, other than in a straight line in the cycle lane.

A great afternoon, my friend. My preparatory pint of Guinness in the Sloop (as there is no acceptable black stuff in Nellies) brought my personal tally to 8. Hence my sadness, which appears to be less dense than beer. And we would have got away with it if it hadn't been for you maudlin kids!

Salut!