I'd go for McCririck, but send Old Git in my place, disguised as me.

I'd stick a mop on Git's head and get Git to make sarcastic comments about chasm-gobbed Welsh journeymen who can only pass sideways. McCririck's so clueless he wouldn't know the difference.

Anyway, Git would enjoy it - I bumped into Uncle Peter the other day who was delighted with the service he received (although it did injure his femur, spleen and ovaries).

Posted By: Ottosson Foxtrot, Jan 25, 13:07:45