Maximus
Striker
called BarryI think you have son, I really think you have.....
.....in much the same way as you would if you walked into a party full of fit lasses, fannied around with your spotty mate as to which one to talk to, then ended up with the fat minger sat in the corner alone 'cos the lasses were now talking to the other lads who arrived half an hour after you and Henry