My inadequacies as a guest (see above) prohibits me direct communication with other members so I have to take & give it where I can. Now it's about time that there's a doctor in the house. My daughter laughed at me the last time I paid one who said I had a couple of screws loose just before they relieved me of some of the scrap metal I haul around in my legs, but I'm as sick as I ever was & still I've never felt better. So Micky my boy I don't care if your singing is lovely as your snoring as long as you're showing up & as for the arse whipping I've been beaten but never by someone who wanted to try it twice except by a goat who got me drunk on Woolite & started using me as a tipper. See ya soon, Barry