Ahhhh... A sweet taste of home!! Ahhhh Whitby, Mollusc of the east coast. I thought some of you people might have been feeling a little lonesome now that your grant cheques have run out, and the beer might not be flowing as freely as it once did in them far distant days of the begining of term. I'm sure we all remember those days spent, pre pub like, hanging around freezing dusty digs like this one, drinking dodgy cider and vodka and one day dreaming of the day we could order a pint in a non squeaky voice. I'm sure if we could have seen ourselfs as we are now, then, well we'd have been proud little kiddies. The freezing, polluted waters of the rancid cess pit that is the north sea await our daring attempts to play games with it. Yes we are the youth that dared defy these so called waters and play chicken with it, ( failing miserably of course though ). Well enough of this trip down memory lane. I'm sure you have enjoyed this small tour as much as I have enjoyed writing it, ( I have the mother of all hangovers, seriously...). I'll just leave you with these wise words, um, well, Oh fuck it, the page was a shit idea anyway...Later.. Al* MAIN