Sorry to hear about your accident, Sean and Rachel; I very much enjoyed your music and songs last Wednesday. Lovely to hear 'Alison Gross' and the 'Santa Fe Trail' - though I had to suppress a mischievous urge to follow with 'There's a Long Long Trail A-Winding'.

Hitting moggies on the M61 covers some greatly differing experiences depending on the local dialect; to the north and east of Wigan moggies are small insects, while to the west of Wigan people refer to mice as moggies, but further south, and closer to Manchester and Liverpool, a moggy is a cat. Sadly your mog was one of the larger variety - possibly undergoing an identity crisis as it crossed the dialect boundaries! - and must now be a mog of the forsaken.