And therein lies the problem Phil. I am beginning to dislike my usual swill in favour of much nicer...Swill.
Alas and forsooth. 'tis a sad and sorrowful day in the land of Mick. "Hark! Hark!", I hear my ancestors say. And I say back, "Stop pretending to be crows yer bloody idiots! Yer supposed to be DEAD!" Just for you Steph...And don't say you didn't ask for it!
Right! It is now past midnight and into the early hours of tomorrow. Time for me to hit the hay.
Mick