The whole animal kingdom of which we are a part is prey to lustful thoughts.

And truth to tell, we are all revolted occasionally by the way other animals express the nasty squelchy business of sexuality. There is a wonderful Seamus Heaney poem called death of a Naturalist about him coming across a pond full of copulating frogs - and being by turns intimidated and revolted by the distasteful proximity one of the manifestations of the life force.

If that's how we old men seem to you - I can understand Countess.I suppose we're just not your idea of a nice pond of frogs.

lets adress ourselves to the music.   That's what I love to hear people talking about. On mudcat - you can almost hear their voices. I've been ill recently and I can't get out as much as I would like - sometimes on mudcat, its like being in a pub and chatting about all your old friends.