There are only so many sarcastic wanks a man can contain before the inevitable 194 Traf via Streathem to South Croydon (post Olympic) bus takes him away, Gentles. I've just listened to KGB and God knows how many versions of Silver Lady and I've had enuf. The kids have gone. The wife left me years ago. Now - even the dog pi55es in my slippers. You're all cutns, But I love you, "Can't you find it in me, to """forgive me"""""" - Come on Silver Lady... BITCH let me down one more time... don't get me started on "Don't give up on us, Baby"