But, alas, all good things must come to a screeching & freaking painful end... Look at me... Look at my beautiful face. I look like a reject from last night's bare-knuckle underground fight club meeting. In actual fact this was caused by nothing nearly as cool as that but simply what we'll from here-on-in refer to as the bouncy castle "incident" of 2007 involving some particularly rough carpeting and a husky young girl named Ruth (it's a biblical name, yes, but let me tell you there was nothing Christian about this pint-sized hussy). I may never now strut the runways of Milan... *sigh*... Well, I'd better go learn to read or something. Looks like I'm going to have to rely on my brains afterall.