choosing_sides blown cherry I remeber all too vividly all those months ago, I was trapped in a verbal corner, with no place to go but out the window, and then you turned and sat opposite me at the table, sidling up next to my opponent. So out the door I went. But this time, a phone call (probably unremembered again, but no matter :) you'd been out, had dinner, I had come up in conversation, and criticised perhaps? But this time you chose my side of the table, a defense I hadn't even known I might need. So here is a thankyou to the dragon who slayed the damsel in distress. Fare thee well til next I pass under your towered prison. 020715 what's it to you? who go blather from