. . . y'know, Olesco&Polytunnel&Teddywassname are so desperate to score some petty victory over me (for what?

Cos they want to stick up for their mate Bulmer?

Cos I'm a woman who shouldn't (acording to them) involve herself in 'boy's stuff'?)

that they're tying themselves up in untermale snarlings that are presumably meant to intimidate.

What fragile egos. One could speculate on the underlying problem . . . but the plight of the artists is so much more important.

Sod 'em.

The next Battle of Knaresborough is the one to win.