Gerry Odonothing
I'm actually in my tool shed now bereft of wrenches to wrench my heart out after reading the admirals post earlier on and I'm now faced with the decision to bludgeon myself to death with a 2lb ball pein, a sledge that doesn't reveal it's weight or a set of chisels to gouge it out and I can hear herself (the war office) calling me from the back door...for fuksakes like...