Just as I was sitting down to type "nothing to read here...move along everyone, move along!" (y'know, grizzled new york cop stylee ;)) when something happened that merged the collective rants of the last 3 days into one! There I was...poised...ready to eat the truly astounding sandwich creation i'd just put together (Ham, Cheese & Pickle sandwich with Flame Grilled Steak Mcoys...multi-tier construction...firm grip...I am truly an artiste beyond compare ;)) when the phone rings...I wait...tension builds...phone continues ringing...it becomes clear that, since everyone else is obviously busy, I'm going to have to answer the phone...so, despite my express warning, I am forced to relinquish control of the culinary beast! which, as expected, comes tumbling down in an unholy mess all over the place :( suitably annoyed I answer the phone and who should it be? It's Carl...who's calling on behalf of BT and is wondering whether i'd like to save up to 50% on my phone bills. Well Carl you've clearly ignored all prior warnings and I have now been forced into the suggested actions by your astounding ignorance...in the words of Robert De Niro..."I want him dead...I want his family dead...I want his house burned to the ground!"...you hear that Carl? I'm coming for you...I think i'll actually kill you in some elaborate way that involves a perfectly constructed crisp sandwich, I rather like the poetic justice to that ;)