If any of you grisly tw*ts are still alive, I hate, loath and despise you all. Including the b*stard who stole my 58 pattern belt - yes, you, you cont. As far as I'm aware, I'm the only one to have survived the first heart attack eight years ago and I hope you're reading this from a cloud base yourselves. No, not really Drop a line. Edit: I've just discovered how to access the net using my mobile, instead of the Zim equivalent of BT, which apparently routes all lines through Canada for some bankrupt reason, so I'm now able to talk to people again instead of shout. Sometimes you'd think you were living in a third world country, for God's sake.