Mchull you have to admit now come soilder you done all this talking and Yolding about the stuff your putting to bed this year it's December mush things are in full flight and white deaths nowhere to be seen your in sick Bay now as well as white death you killed more in September time on the lamp soft hares hard ground now your in the thick of it wet windy winter conditions your sick white deaths sick you said your hardy your falling apart man mean while me and scotty and everyone else is fighting fit putting food in the freezers and again your dieing with a head cold looking two paracetamol