Just back from watching those poor people plod around London (the marathon was on today), I'm knackered and I got Tubes,Trains, Docklands railway.. sat in the sun in Green Park (just near Buckingham Palace !!) took a break for a sarnie from Pret A Manger.. My mate Phil (who is current understudy to the Dean Martin role in the Rat Pack in the west end) finshed the marathon (with a dodgy knee) in 3hours 48mins. I played in the pit orchestra for South Pacific a few years ago when I lived on the Isle of Man. It was so poor, we (the wise, windswept and interesting ones on trumpet in the pit) renamed it.. "Sounds Pathetic" Ha, very funny ML, my version of that song goes.. "I'm just a girl who can't say nnnnhh , ... nnnnhhh ... nnnnnnhhhhh" Think about it.. say it out loud if it helps... (er, by the way, I'm not a girl by the way) Come to think of it, I played in pit orchestra for Calamity Jane too, even more years ago when I lived in Ireland. I'll start you off, to the tune of "The Deadwood Stage"... "Whip Crack-away" here is my contribution.. Oh, the Sop dep is coming onto the stage, With his shiny sop and confidence all ok.. He's got no clue what we going to play, Split, crack-a-note Split, crack-a-note Split, crack-a-note ha, that's good even if I say so myself, well as Trumpet players if we can't praise ourselves who will ???