and i'll probably have to include the kerb at the edge of the pavement, diagnosed with scizophrenia but never short of a joke or two. when you divide the spare parts amongst the pigeons you're not left with much at all and the ronnie barker guy on the end of the phone rarely has much to say. when angles line up correctly you'll see it for yourself, water, pepsi, haemoglobin you name it. bumphrey the humphrey goes mental if you tell him his name.