As it's quiet, here's a nice little ditty I've been playing with today, in between some new website building, and glancing at the Aussies expunging England in the final Test. Any thoughts? It's very early yet. And on a totally different subject, does anyone have any extended information about the Russian poet Gennady Aygy's (sp?) career - I've only ever seen a couple of his, from the Sixties I think, and I was intrigued. Best Dave (ditty below) ******** Swirl I was lying there, like ham on a cold table, dead. Like somebody elsed. I drifted a ghostly hand through the skull's still catacombs. And felt the shock of no current, a stripped honeyless hive. Corpses, they say, sometimes sit up, sudden as a compass jab, in the mortuaries, it's gas, I remember, the stomach's does it. I must have been my memories hovering above an after-glow on the retina, rub your eyeballs the last imprint before dispersal. Swirl.