Ladies and Gents, I had a quick catch up with Uncle Bitter this afternoon at his Romsey mansion. Actually, his dwelling covers half of the Romsay postcode, such is his... er, it's girth. I was near Hanging Rock at the time and I heard the sirens calling: "Miranda...Miranda!"...... Little did I know it was Uncle Bitter's missus calling out my username. Can hardly blame her. As I arrived he offered the obligatory beer. I expected VB or maybe a crownie, but no, he put forward a Corona and asked me "lemon or lime wedge?" Sacrilege! As the local country GF was being played, BBO was chewing on Coronas as if they were lolly water. Well, actually, they are. Anywhoo.... He looked refreshed and is looking forward to returning to our noble surrounds. Stuie beware.