And they took nothing from New Walk either!

Unutterable swine! May each one of them die in a ditch, but not before I've cut their heads off. Performance Art, don't you know. Apologies to Mr Lumsden. His head remains on his neck. Have you ever seen the Vincent Price film where an actor (Vince natch) kills about ten critics in ingenious literary ways? The turn of the screw is particularly memorable

Much deserved, Rory! Should you toot your own horn a bit more?

Thanks, Lance! John - you remind me of the insult-flinging in Waiting for Godot, which ends with the harshest of all insults: 'Crrrrritic'.

Big congrats, Rory. I heard you beat that John Whitwoth. Nice going.

David R.

Thanks. Yeah, I can't abide that Whitwoth bloke. May his body fall into an industrial-sized mincer or something.