Out of the blue, nothing to do with anyone here, but strange as it sounds, remembered a phrase from an old song: "hold me closer tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway.."

Damned old songs, now a "your name and mine inside a heart, upon a wall, still finds a way to haunt me, though they're so small."

Guess I need to learn to jig, or at least count to two. Piss on it, time to open another bottle.

Have fun.

Edit, as it didn't seem appropriate for another useless message :-)