I'm afraid I have to disagree with you there, Eliza, though I can see why you might think that, from the point of view of classic literature. By 'sirloin' I meant it in the strictest sense - rubber straps and vast acreage over three. My own uncle was a small but imposing garden shed in the gaseous state, so I know what I'm talking about. No offence, y'understand. "Dank bunting always reaps the following." ;-)