I like the point that in Mudcat, people say what comes into their head.

I don't know where to start really, but in deference to those who worship at the altar of Max's rules and those who think the bible is true, I'll just get on with my holiday.

(The Alps, and I type from a ski cafe 3,000m high which provides wifi bless 'em, are by evidence rather old, although young for mountains. Kind of blows pete and his rather insulting assertions out of the water.)