Well, sorry folk, but I just don't get the name thing,.. especially one of endearment although I have on occasion talked to it, or to be more precise yelled at the frigging thing while in the process of changing and the sweet little bastard chose to shit on my foot. My 'little friend' as some people may call it, is a sneaky sod and catches me out after I've waited ages for it to complete the evacuation process, then just when I finish cleaning up, it shows me just what a smart arsehole it really is. You will no doubt have heard of the proverbial 'sharp shooters' of the old wild west, well look no further for todays replacement because my surgeon fitted it next to my belly button, this baby has the power to shoot over a f**king yard into my wife's bath water and machine gun the back of the bathroom wall while I look the other way to pick up a fresh clean pouch. I think If I fixed a weather balloon to this red tyre pump and released it tonight it would be flying over China by tomorrow lunch and the shite it pumped in at the same time would be enough to stop traffic for a week when the balloon bursts. I have to admit though that life is now less mundane and I try to be more alert for the unexpected such as a sudden whiff of that show stopping fragrance we all know and love heralding the presence of a malfunction, undoubtably belonging to that red blob some members develop a personal relationship with. I can't find any fault with any of that but not for me just yet. Love to all and isn't this just the best site, you folk are so important...don't ever stop!!