Dear Kromeriz, I am running and dodging the bullets you throw at me, but I just fell over the dog, the pedigree one that snores.* If you ever tell me to "Jog On" again, you fucking Gareth, I will smite thee with my Actifry, my badly earnt Medals (all court mounted), a Taffeta frock and red jacket, a cheese and onion toastie, and a Dualit toaster. Get it? Got it? Good. Yours eye, Dale xx *Like he moves...... P.S. Fucking Jog On. I sometimes despair. Where do these cunts come from?