Have to say I love a good squabble, a touch of handbags, but not since the tiff with CIMAN, now happily behind us, when he invited me out for a fight, have many of the upstart whingers been overly entertaining.
They turn up, have a cut, like Billy Big Balls and then, in the main, vanish like snow off a ditch. Still it's a bit of craic whilst it lasts.
One makes the most of the material at one's disposal, what more can one do?
Mike, you may play the part of the teapot to my kettle.
I find people who get shirty about some fruity language absurdly pompous assholes by and large. For the info of all, there is no such thing as bad language.