@Setanta,
What do you know about rhetoric?
Your responses are predicable, your posts repetitive, and you have little in the way of an imagination.
I suppose that's to be expected from someone who remembers listening to Mary Hopkins'
Those Were The Days, and declaring it the greatest song ever. What a moment of teenage rebellion that must have been. Did you also discover the taste sensation that is semolina?
I'm not surprised a wild child like you can't appreciate degrees, seeing things in terms of black and white really socks it to the man. It's typical of a hipster like you who shocks bourgeoise sensibilities by refusing to kiss the bishops ring, although you've made a decent fist of kissing Mr. Soggy's
I hope Soggy appreciates it, there he was floundering, clutching at straws, about to go under, until your massive arse went racing to his rescue, catapulting him on to dry land.
Who are you going to give succour to next, Oralboy, Gunga or another good ole boy in danger of looking ridiculous?