Alright ladies you asked for it. Harpy, meet Sir Arthur the knosher. Yep.........he loves eating jello.........and the things he does with the beard......well..........better stop there. He will be wading in to take on the Harpy. If he starts singing "Da Night Before Larry Wuz Stretched" you may want to consider throwing in the towel. And I, Mudcat Mick, will be taking on THE FEARLESS FEARSOME FICKLE FECUNDIOUS FAIR ALISON in what may very well be the wrestling match of the century. You will not want to miss this one, pholks. But more importantly, I do not want to miss this one. In fact, I have been having cyber dreams about it all my life. Rick..............no, wait, on second thought.......Rib, will you hold my beloved Guild 12 string...........Rick.............no, wait, on second thought..............bbc, will you hold my Seagull........Rick,.....no wait, Leej, will you hold my penny whistles............Rick......no wait, Banjer will you hold my bodhran because you are used to protecting instruments that people want to break.............What???...........OK, Rick, you can hold my capos...........why?????.......because I know you have never seen one before..............Barkeep, give me what very well may be my last Guinness..........Awwwllllllrightie.............off with the clothes..............Ahhhhhhhh........it feels good to be shed of that tutu and those damn brass bra cups........C'mon Art, let's go get 'em........