The King has spoken!
Good night!
(And good luck K1)
a moment, please.
I must set a pot on the brew and then, casting my eye fondly back across the yawning gulf of nineteen years, type up an illustration of my own arrogance and -hurm- talent for causing ire when I was sixteen.
It shall amuse, as well as make a point.
Please, hold all hostilities in abeyance betide.
(Dyed_in_the_wool: this should bring a tear of merriment to your eye, old friend!)