O.K ,so I wake up this morning looking and feeling like the Wrath of God, under a table, mouth full of furballs and cradling an accordian and, for some reason, a pickled egg.........ah, it must be Sunday. Kimmers and Micca are apparently launched into all 234 verses of Eskimo Nell and the dog seems to be a doing a damn fine job on harmony.....ah, must be the Mudcat Arms...ok, so I know where and I know when....now, who the hell am I?