Well, Teribus, I post on Mudcat about all manner of things, Morris, big trees, Planxty, Christy, Woody Guthrie, Spanish Civil War songs, Irish music, the joke thread, geology, the weather, garden birds, organic gardening, life in Cornwall, taking the piss out of Yorkshiremen, recipes, classical music, astronomy, wild flowers, pop music, playing the harmonica and, well, I forget. I suppose it all means that "I never ever mean a single word I ever post - judging by the codswallop I post if I ever actually did believe it I'd have been sectioned years ago." Etcetera. The thing is, Teribus, and I hate to use that grossly-overused word "ironic," but it's ironic you can even dream of castigating anyone else for being boorish then post that incredibly, well, BOORISH post. You seem to have that old-man bitter thing about never seeing the light side of anything and serially getting hold of the wrong end of the stick. So I've changed my mind. I'm setting my 93-year-old dad on you after all. Send me your postcode, please.

And, by the way, you yourself don't really do much above the line, do you? Not that you have to, of course. Not a sackable offence. Just thought I'd mention it.