I haven't heard a thing about this over here: reading it brought back the smell of the oil lying a foot deep on the beach in Dover Harbour when there was a string of ships hitting each others' wrecks, and a tanker blew up in the night. (Were you there then Pete M.?) I woke in the night to the roar and windows rattling, thought it was an earthquake, thought I should be getting outdoors but was too asleep to do it. Then our neighbour came rushing round: her phone wasn't working, and her husband, a pilot (the sea sort), was out on a tanker, and we all hung round, not knowing what to say, until Trinity House confirmed that he was not on the ship concerned. I do hope it is resolved soon. Like the song. Haven't they learned anything from the whale?