As a schoolboy, I used to go to Donegal every year to learn Irish with a group of classmates. We'd stay in a private home, go to Irish clssses, go play, eat meals and have a great time. One day, I picked up a dried cow pie, hid it in my jacket and took it back to the house. At dinner time that evening, with a dozen or so of us round the table, I took it out, yelled "Look, a brown frisbee!" and scaled it to a guy at the other end of the table. He caught it firmly and it disintegrated. Well, not only was it dried and crusty on the outside, but it was filled with maggots on the inside. There were maggots on everyone's dinner plates. Oh, how we laughed until the landlady came in, saw the mess, screamed blue murder, made us clean it up and didn't give us any dinner. Which was when I got the sh*t hammered out of me by my jovial fellow pranksters! All the best. Seamus