And what exactly is it that I appear to be whinging about Akenaton? Or is that just the whiff of a brain fart that has blown in from the left field in that spite infested custard you call a brain?

Plain to see what Shimrod is whining about - By the bye didn't you find it odd that when challenged "being tossed on the scrap-heap" and reduced to "dossing around taking photographs" all of a sudden became "left a job I loved by choice" and "now working extremely hard in unpaid "voluntary work" with people who know about real team work."

Plain to see what you whine on endlessly about.

Then there's Little Hawk the "universal underdog" - He whinges about everything. Everybody in God's creation is out of step with LH - Which is why I suppose he, at his age, still requires to invent imaginary "friends" to talk to.