Look here, spaw old boy... I don't care how hard you try, you just can't boil beans on your forehead, and niether should you either.

Now let's get serrious here... Kev McGrath tripped over the grim fellows scyth the other day, but his pals pounded him black and blue and brought him to his feet. Don't make the doctors pound on you, it makes them feel guilty about it latter, pounding a poor fellow on the cheast just because he ... well, don't do it, or we will be vexed as well as sad.

Here is a challenge I placed on Kev... a race between you and Kev to reach your hundredth birthday... lots of crunchy veggies... briskish accompanied walks... etc. I've joined both Team Spaw and Team Kev in this contest... so, drop the fever old boy and start the heavy breathing and low carbs...

Get well old boy, and back to blasphamy on line.
Thy friend and Friend
Lorcan