V-Flyer

One wet and windy night a couple of weeks before I was due to leave for what Aer John calls my annual pilgrimage to SFO I was totally bored with the re-runs that the television companies put on during that period we laughingly call the summer and so I decided to write the prologue to my forthcoming trip. I lovingly crafted the whys and wherefores of my travel plans not realising that events would soon force me to jettison my major oeuvre. Suffice it to say therefore that it reported that I had booked G fares for the dates I had wanted although I later had to change the return flight - but that's for another trip report.

Before I begin, a word to all the newbies on the site or those coming to a trip report of mine for the first time. It is a known fact that any trip I take nearly always has some disaster attached; there was the leaking water tank the morning of a flight to Dubai, a leaking chimney on the morning of a trip to Munich and let us not forget the severely delayed flight from Cork which deposited me at LHR at 4am following a diversion to Luton. The more evil-minded V-Flyers (and that means just about everybody) rub their hands with glee whenever I post an itinerary. I generally do not disappoint.

OK, so to return to the trip report. As is my wont I had booked my Aer Lingus flight for the day before the flight to SFO. I packed on the Wednesday and was so organised that I could have locked the case there and then and brought it downstairs. Thank goodness I didn't. My plan was to have an earlyish night and in the morning clean the kitchen and bathroom before being collected at lunchtime to be taken to the airport. At 11:15 I turned out the light just as a rumble of thunder was heard. My last thoughts as I fell asleep was "Well at least that will clear the air".

At 1:10am I was woken by an almighty clap of thunder which raged loud and long followed by a prolonged storm. The rain began, at first a gentle pitter-patter and then increasing in intensity. I looked out of the window and the only way I can describe it was that it was like looking at a waterfall up close! It was as if the Almighty had overturned his bathtub in the heavens! I hopped back into bed and then immediately hopped out again as a sudden thought struck me - the intensity of the rain would wash leaves and rose petals down towards the drain in the back yard which would block and cause the water to back up until it reached the back door, at which stage it would seep underneath and into the kitchen. I went downstairs and so it was thus - the kitchen had a film of water on the floor some of which was filling into large pools at the furthest corner of the room. My main concern at this point was to try to prevent the water from getting into the sitting room carpet, no easy task given that there are two steps down into the said room. Feeling a bit like King Canute, I placed a towel at the door there and paddling over to the back door, stuffed another one there. I could see that the water outside was over an inch deep. Going into the front room the water was hurtling down the gutter in the road like a mill race but what was more alarming was that there was a river of water racing down the pavement and this threatened to create a flood through the front door! However when I looked out of the window I was somewhat relieved to see that a slope in the pavement diverted the water on to the road just before it reached the door. Greatly daring I stuck my head out of the window to view the area to where the water was heading and saw a minor flood there. This area is prone to flooding as the river is there but there was nothing to suggest that this was anything more than a "normal" flood - if a flood can ever be called normal. Back in the kitchen I started mopping but quickly realised that I was no different to the boy with his finger in the dyke and gave up. I reviewed my options and decided that the best thing to do was to wait for the rain to stop and the water to recede before whooshing it out of the kitchen. I therefore did the most sensible and productive thing I could at the time and painted my toe-nails! Talk about Nero fiddling while Rome burned!!

Daintily pedicured I checked the situation outside; the rain had stopped and the water had begun to recede and it would soon be time to get to work. A few minutes later I was able to pick my way through the water and unblock the drain so that the flood was no more and once inside I started to work sweeping the water out in continuous waves while the garden cats sat and looked on in bemusement as I swished and swooshed and swept. By 3:45 it was more or less clear. A bit of active mopping would soon finish it off and if I could leave the back door open for a bit it would soon dry. My bed was beginning to beckon me. At that stage I decided to check outside the front of the house and..............



I should say at this stage I had checked from time to time what was happening further down the road and the situation remained static. However as soon as I went into the front room a foreboding came over me that all was not well. A jeep was parked blocking the entrance to the street and directly outside the house wearing oilskins was the mayor on his phone to someone. Looking out of the window I could see that the flood had crept up the street and was still advancing. The mayor told me that the river was rising rapidly and in answer to my question said it was very likely I would get caught by the flood. He went on to say that they had moved several elderly people from their homes and asked if I knew of any in the street. When I pointed out I was elderly his response was "You! You're forever drinking G&Ts and going to exotic places!". Moi??! LOL!! He also confirmed that sandbags would be arriving any minute.

Suddenly the flood started to surge up the street. Faster and faster it came and closer and closer and I could only watch with horror. It came three doors down, the two doors down and then next door. A tractor and trailer bearing sandbags arrived and they seemed to be taking their time in unloading them but fortunately I recognised a police sergeant with whom I had worked on a couple of projects and called over to him. Quick as a flash he came over and placed sandbags at my door just at the precise moment the flood waters arrived. As he stacked them up he said, "honey lamb you don't know how bad it is. The river is at the top of the wall in the street and is about to break" but I knew from the surge that it had already broken. Indeed the water surged forward just like a river bore and it was happening all over the centre of the town. As I watched bags of cans put out for a refuse collection later in the day bobbed along in the middle of the street and rather incongruously a flower box rode the waves until rescued by a couple of volunteers.

My next concern was that the water would surge around the corner of the house and engulf my car. After all, all the cars in the street had been swamped and logic said that mine should be also. However although the water did start to creep up towards the car, it suddenly swerved and swirled around a wheel pump in the centre of the road and headed in the opposite direction down another street and for that I had heaved a sigh of relief. While all this was going on I had managed to disconnect the television, Skybox, DVD player etc and put them out of harm's way. The tv is currently reposing on the turn of the stairs near the first floor. Nonetheless the water began to seep through the front door and as much as could be lifted and removed was done so. By this time the front room was flooding and all I could do was hope and pray that it could avoid the sitting room but that seemed inevitable. It got to the point that I could no longer watch the flood take a hold of my home but as I realised the waters had not crept up as far as my car I also realised I could get out through the back door and back gate.

Once outside I joined the small group of people watching the flood. To one side a mechanical digger had deposited a load of sand and a group of men were urgently filling sandbags ready to dam the river walls as soon as they could get near. The water continued to surge forward and at one stage I realised that my house which had been lit up like Blackpool Illuminations was now in darkness. I thought the worst as far as the house was concerned but the reality was even worse; a young man delivering sandbags had brushed against an electricity pole and had been electrocuted. Fortunately he had survived and was rushed to hospital but the authorities had decided to switch it off everywhere. Photos appeared on Facebook and reports that the town was impassible abounded and at that stage my trip was in dire jeopardy. I started reviewing my options as plans A, B and C were developing in my head. Should I cancel? Should I postpone? What about my side trip to Alaska? Could that be rescheduled? I sincerely hoped that none of these would be necessary but in face of the devastation around, well they didn't really compare. Eventually dawn started to break and the rest of the town woke up. As many rounded to corner to get to work the shock on their faces was the same as we had shown some hours earlier. At around 7 I texted friends who were at my side almost immediately to see how they could help. 7am also brought some respite as the flood waters started to recede and by 8am I was able to get into the house once more and survey the damage. The water was not deep and at that stage my damage seemed to be the loss of two carpets. We opened the front door and set to work with a will. Volunteers surged into the town to help and many's the people stopped by with offers of help. A friend arrived with a flask of coffee as there was still no electricity and some three hours later ornaments and small items of furniture had been removed to safety and the carpets were outside my door ready to be collected. The electricity had been restored which was a bit of a relief because, as the floods receded and the hope of being able to travel increased it had looked likely that I would be travelling in which case, heaven help my seat companions if I couldn't shower! The sun beat down, the roads became passable and all of a sudden, I was able to go - and at the appointed time!! YAY! Oh and the kitchen and bathroom never got cleaned!

The journey to Cork airport was uneventful. I had checked in on-line a few days previously so it was a quick trip to th bag drop counter at which point I thanked my lucky stars that I had not brought my case downstairs the previous day. On the trip to Cork I suddenly realised I had not eaten all day so at 3pm I broke my fast with a tuna and sweetcorn sandwich which was all that was on offer. The flight took off early, landed early and I partook of a welcome G&T. I'm sure none of you begrudge me it. Once in LHR I was met and borne off to drinks and dinner with friends before being deposited in the Premier Inn on the Bath Road where I slept for the first time in 23 hours!!

So that ends the bad part. Let's get on with the good bit

It had been my full intention to try and be the first in to the Clubhouse but the events of the previous day knocked that idea into oblivion. I slept like a baby and when the alarm call came at 7 I hopped out of the bed with alacrity afraid that if I snoozed I would fall asleep and miss my flight. I was soon ready and headed off out to the bus stop outside where a large group was gathered and judging by the murmurs they were all waiting for the Hoppa bus. However at that moment a bus to Heathrow Central arrived and I hopped on for free. I was the only one to do so.

Arriving at LHR I quickly made my way to T3 and to as pleasant a check-in experience as I could wish for. The security channel was deserted and in two shakes of a (honey) lamb's tail I was on my way to the Clubhouse. A man was waiting for the lift but I bounced up the stairs and got there ahead of him. At the door an American couple were trying to blag their way in as Elevate members with Virgin America. I sighed as it looked like it was going to be a long wait but the lady at the door gently disentangled herself from them and swiftly checked me in as well as the gentleman from the lift who had fetched up behind me. The American couple must have eventually succeeded as I later saw them in the CH.

As soon as I was in the CH I decided that breakfast was in order and I was seen to immediately. The colcannon croquettes are absolutely gorgeous and I would definitely recommend them - well after all, colcannon is an Irish dish. Once replete I realised I had committed the mortal sin of all CH visitors and had failed to present myself at the Spa to book a treatment as soon as I arrived. I should really learn to practice what I preach! Nonetheless I presented myself there and was offered a slot some 15 minutes hence. Everything was going exceedingly well. Here I was, less than an hour in the CH and already was well fed and had a treatment booked. At this stage with my track record it should have gone downhill but indeed it only got better. I decamped to my favorite place behind the bar and although the hanging chair was denied me, a staff member was beside me almost immediately and within minutes a glass of champagne was in front of me. In fact the only blip was that the wi-fi connection in the CH was dire and initially I failed to get connected but in any case it was time for my treatment.

I presented myself at the spa area ready for the facial I had requested and once ensconced in the chair, I was asked, "Have you come far to get here today? Have you had a good journey?". I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry and I think when I finished my tale of woe neither did she but then remarked, "Well we'll have to make you nice and relaxed then, won't we?" and then she proceeded to give me not only the facial I had requested but also a gentle massage to soothe me. Which it did. Leaving the spa I felt I could face anything.

The wi-fi connection continued to be problematic which was annoying as I wanted to check in for my onward UA flight and also pay for checked baggage for it. Throughout the CH were people moving about with laptops on their arms trying to capture a signal. I finally managed it but it was annoying and by the time I had that sorted the first call had been made for the SFO flight along with the instruction to go to the head of the queue at the gate. I gathered up my things just as the microphone clicked for the next call. I made my way to gate 18 where G-VHOT was waiting. There was a long line and as I had been instructed I made my way to the top where, unlike my last few flights there were no signs for the different cabins. There was a guy, not a VS staff, who was admitting people into the area and when I presented myself refused to admit me and told me to go to the end of the line. When I refused he told me he would not allow anyone else into the gate area until I did as I was told and I had no option to move away along with another guy who had also come form the CH. The airport staff guy started to admit people into the gate area once more and I slipped in to the indignation of one man who had obviously seen the contretemps. After that it was straight up to the Upper Class desk and on to the plane as it was being boarded through two jetways. It really was an unpleasant interlude and, although it was airport staff who barred my way, VS has to take some responsibility for not having the signage up to allow premium cabin members to use priority boarding.

On board and in seat 17A I was quickly attended to by as nice a cabin crew as you could wish to meet. In no time at all I was in possession of a sleep suit and a glass of champagne. I had been a bit ambivalent about the new coupe glasses as in my mind they are associated with Babycham, but once I saw them and more importantly learned how to negotiate my glass to fit onto the little shelf, I did rather like them. They were reminiscent of a more glamorous age. While this was going on the cabin filled up steadily. Unfortunately there was no row 12/14 pantomime as the people in those rows had boarded before me and were well settled (How on earth did they manage to get past the gate dragon so quickly? ) but the amazing thing was that as far as I could judge, every person in the A zone, apart from my good self was American! I've never experienced that before and I really missed the chat and banter between passengers as we settle down for the flight.

Once the flight was ready for departure the FSM came on with her spiel. She welcomed us on board and informed us that we were on G-VHOT whose name was "Hot Lips"!!!!!!!!! I nearly got whiplash as my head jerked up to that piece of misinformation. Since it was the end of the month we had the manual safety demo and then We pushed back some 15 minutes late. We had minimal delay on reaching the runway and soon we were heading north for Scotland and thence points west. Once released to their duties the cabin crew came round taking our drinks order and was quickly followed by the FSM with the menus and I must say I liked this touch very much. She fetched up alongside the guy in 16A and asked him if he was familiar with the service. He replied it was his first time on a Virgin Atlantic plane whereupon she gave him a run-down of the meal service. She then arrived at my seat and I told her that while I was familiar with UC it was my first time experiencing the new meal service but I understood how it worked. Of course the whole "Hot Lips" debacle was getting to me and I mentioned that I had never heard the registration or name announced before. She laughed and told me that one of the passengers had asked for it as she liked to know the name of the plane and so she had asked one of the engineers who had told her! Oops! I gently suggested that she go back and tell the lady that he was wrong as Hot Lips was a LGW plane whereupon she admitted it didn't sound right at the time but couldn't think why. My dinner order was then taken by the cabin crew who had seated herself on the ottoman at my request. It gave me an opportunity to sneak a peek at the manifest and I could see there were two Golds on my side of the cabin, me and the guy in 16A!

Soon I was in possession of a very nice G&T and some crisps having eschewed the option of olives which I hate and a second one quickly followed. The table was set up and I really liked it. The amuse-bouche arrived which was some form of aubergine thingy with two small nachos and I'm afraid it didn't amuse my bouche!! I had the smoked salmon starter followed by the braised ribs and both were absolutely delicious. They were washed down with a Greek red wine which I chose because it was different and it was fine. For afters I had the lemon and lavender tart and then came the moment of truth - the cheese trolley and d'you know something? I loved it! Apart from the fact that it enabled you to have both a dessert and cheese and biscuits without looking like a complete gannet I just liked to be able to choose the cheeses and chutney as well as having a nice drop of port to round off the meal. It gets a big thumbs up from me!

While this was going on I watched "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel" which I thoroughly enjoyed. I suppose it resonated with me given my age but if you see me boarding a plane to India, please hold me back! Once the film was over I converted my seat to a bed and decided to try and get some sleep well aware that I had a four hour layover in SFO and that I had just had a night without sleep. I had just finished sorting it all out when the gentleman in 17K called me over and asked how to do it as he too would like to stretch out. I did it for him and helped him to settle in while he told me he was 83 years old and was travelling with his daughter and son-in-law. They had flown over in PE and had been blown away by the experience and were loving UC. I was introduced to the couple who were behind him on the K side and we chatted. I suddenly realised we were flying over Greenland and pointed it out to them and they were thrilled as it had not occurred to them that they would. Cameras were produced and photos of the ice fields taken as they told me of their travels. At this stage I discovered that they had not known there was a bar of the flight. How could they as we had boarded via door L1 and they would not have seen it? So we headed down to the bar and having seen them ensconced and chatting to other passengers (and of course indulging in an obligatory G&T) I returned to my seat and bedded down for a couple of hours sleep.

I awoke somewhere over western Canada just before the tea service. I was aware that I had a four hour wait for my next flight so was determined to have a good tea. The trolley came around again but this time it seemed more cluttered because of the cake stands. I was asked if I wanted sandwiches or a scone and I'm afraid I asked for both as I didn't know when or where I would get my next meal. I was also given a piece of cake and a macaroon which was far too sweet even for my sweet tooth. I would have much preferred the eclair on the trolley. Once more replete I changed back from my sleep suit and prepared for our descent and arrival into SFO. At this point I realised that I had not completed the customs form and guess what? I had no pen with me so I had to go to the galley to get one to fill in the form!

All too soon we were descending into SFO with the Burlingame hotels on my left. We were slightly late at 2pm but there seemed to be no sign of any other aircraft to impede our way through Immigration save for an Emirates plane. Sure enough, when we arrived in the Immigration hall there was the tail end of that flight still being processed and it seemed as if numerous families with small children were waiting in the lines. I suppose we were only 20 minutes or so waiting but given that on the last few occasions we had arrived to an empty hall it seemed a long time. By the time I was through the bags were already on the carousel and so it was a quick hop and a step to customs. The guy there was sending people randomly to a secondary screening of bags. I however was waved through and he tried to tell me to go left but when I told him I had an onward flight he allowed me to turn right to the transfer area and to my next adventure.

It was a good flight, perhaps not the best but certainly up there with the very good ones and I cannot fault it, except perhaps for the jobsworth at the gate entrance at LHR. *Cue violins* It certainly was balm to my wounded soul after the events of the day before. *OK! Cut the violins! Show's over!!*

I am speechless - or should that be wordless - to describe how I felt reading the beginning of your TR. And the added horrors of the pictures.... My goodness, what an awful start to a journey. Thank goodness things got better. I read on with bated breath and fingers crossed !
Please enjoy the rest of your trip !!!
best wishes
hiljil

Wow, what a TR...

Glad things turned out well in the end though (airport employee aside - did he not know who he was addressing.. )

Wowzers, what a TR! Hope everything is ok with the house.

I don't think I could comprehend going on holiday having been flooded at home the night before!

Well up to, nay, exceeding your usual TR standard, HL. I could smell the flood water , though it was tempered slightly by the rose petals. The rest of the trip will have been a breeze, won't it?

Treelo wrote:Well up to, nay, exceeding your usual TR standard, HL. I could smell the flood water , though it was tempered slightly by the rose petals. The rest of the trip will have been a breeze, won't it?

Er, no, but you'll just have to wait and see

HL

I do sincerely hope that the disaster that was the prologue to this trip now concludes you having mishaps in the future. You have had more than your fair share of calamities over the years and misfortune ought to pass on elsewhere

As always, a thoroughly detailed TR which had me picturing all of the episodes clearly in my own mind. A good Clubhouse experience put down by the Gate Guardian, but overcome by the in flight service

As to the chap in 16A, do you think he was an Au trying out the crew or a CC invitee?? I too remember Babycham and will sample with interest when I next fly

I do hope the damage to your home has not got worse in your absence

buns

Even knowing of your disaster in advance I awaitied your TR for all the gory details. I particularly liked how the garden cats watched on in bemusement at your actions but no mention of Puss !

What on earth was he doing?

I once said I would never get on a plane with you due to your disasterproneness! I think this reiterates that ! I now think the liftless Premier in Belfast is down to your attendance!

HL = have disaster will travel !

tontybear wrote: I particlarly liked how the garden cats watched on in bemusement at your actions but no mention of Puss !

What on earth was he doing?

He slept through it all curled up on the corner of my bed

buns wrote:HL

I do sincerely hope that the disaster that was the prologue to this trip now concludes you having mishaps in the future. You have had more than your fair share of calamities over the years and misfortune ought to pass on elsewhere

As to the chap in 16A, do you think he was an Au trying out the crew or a CC invitee?? I too remember Babycham and will sample with interest when I next fly

I do hope the damage to your home has not got worse in your absence

buns

buns, whither honey lamb goes disaster follows!

I think the guy in 16A was a credit card invitee judging by his naivety around the whole VS/UC experience

There's some more photos on FB for your delectation

honey lamb wrote:

tontybear wrote: I particlarly liked how the garden cats watched on in bemusement at your actions but no mention of Puss !

What on earth was he doing?

He slept through it all curled up on the corner of my bed

the trip report to end all.........well done on making it over

Poor HL aka "your disasterproneness" but still an excellent TR for which thank you.

And also it was such a treat for some of us to witness the extraordinary restorative powers of a large G&T (or several!!)

Read it once, read it twice, need to read it again.

Downsides - water, tuna & sweetcorn sandwich and gate monitor.

Upsides - friends responding, g&t, great trip,

Honey Lamb, I know "Clon" very well & have a long association with the town. That said, sadly I don't get to visit Clon as frequently in recent years, however Mrs Kered & I do pass though most weekends during the "summer" on our way down to, or home from, the Schull / Crookhaven area.

When I saw the news reports on the flooding that night, I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had hoped that you were spared the worst of the floods & perhaps your home was on higher ground. But reading your report & recognising the landmarks in the pictures, I now realise that you got hit pretty badly

Passing through town last weekend, I was somewhat shocked to see that Eurospar still remains closed. They must have got a right hammering indeed.

I hadn't realised at the time that the flooding coincided with your departure to SFO, but am glad that you were able to go on your trip despite the "events" that night. I hope that since your return you've been able to get your home back in order & that the inconvenience & costs won't be too bad.

I await further instalments of your trip report & hope that the remainder of your trip was enjoyable & passed off without incident.

I felt for you ... Ugh is all I can say.

Hope the trip was much more pleasant (and dry)?

kered wrote:Honey Lamb, I know "Clon" very well & have a long association with the town. That said, sadly I don't get to visit Clon as frequently in recent years, however Mrs Kered & I do pass though most weekends during the "summer" on our way down to, or home from, the Schull / Crookhaven area.

When I saw the news reports on the flooding that night, I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had hoped that you were spared the worst of the floods & perhaps your home was on higher ground. But reading your report & recognising the landmarks in the pictures, I now realise that you got hit pretty badly

Passing through town last weekend, I was somewhat shocked to see that Eurospar still remains closed. They must have got a right hammering indeed.

I hadn't realised at the time that the flooding coincided with your departure to SFO, but am glad that you were able to go on your trip despite the "events" that night. I hope that since your return you've been able to get your home back in order & that the inconvenience & costs won't be too bad.

I await further instalments of your trip report & hope that the remainder of your trip was enjoyable & passed off without incident.

Kered, if you pass through the town regularly on the by-pass road you pass by my home as I live by the Wheel Pump. Eurospar is still closed and many people have had to leave their homes. The response in the town was phenomenal and by Friday it was "Open for Business"

I was lucky I was able to go because the access roads had opened but I was equally lucky that Aer John had re-protected me on the late night fight and also the early morning one as well as managing to obtain a waiver for a "Missed Flight" fee. My friends rallied round and did what they could while I was away with regard to insurers etc (God bless Skype!) and airing the house. The VS flight more than made up for it

And for the rest of you - on the way home we established that I had taken 13 flights (that should tell me something but as I was born on a Friday the 13th......well!!!) You've had two, so await the next eleven which are the good, the not so bad and the downright ugly

Watch and wait, dear friends, watch and wait!

So sorry about your house and neighbourhood Honey Lamb, but it's good that you didn't let it get in the way of your "pilgrimage".

It's always great to have friends in the right places that are available when we need them.

What a start to your holiday, I must say you dealt with it magnificently. Hopefully all will be back to normal very soon. Great TR, full of highs, lows, and the odd well deserved G&T

Good Lord! I remember reading your previous TR that started with a disaster and feeling for you....well this just sounded absolutely harrowing, bless you.

As always HL rises from the disaster to post an epic TR taking us onto the journey and sharing the experiences in fine detail

I am a little worried by what else has happened but still am looking forward to the next installment

honey lamb wrote:Kered, if you pass through the town regularly on the by-pass road you pass by my home as I live by the Wheel Pump.

Small world really isn't it !!

That & the fact that when Mrs Kered lived in Clon a few years ago, before she was Mrs Kered, many the winter Saturday evening we would have been found across the road in Shanley's enjoying the music & a beverage.

Thinking about it after last night, I really have to say "Bravo to you" for having the mind to carry on with your trip as planned & not allowing the flooding to interfere with your plans.

what a great TR

thanks

Blimey HL .
One of these days we'll have a journey and TR void of drama and disaster (not for a while though by the sounds of it! ).
Thank you for a marvelous account of events ( and I hope the flood damage has been sorted).
DL

DragonLady wrote:Blimey HL .
One of these days we'll have a journey and TR void of drama and disaster (not for a while though by the sounds of it! ).
Thank you for a marvelous account of events ( and I hope the flood damage has been sorted).
DL

And you thought the delayed flight to LTN was bad and bent over backwards to try to help? This makes that small fry doesn't it?

honey lamb wrote:

DragonLady wrote:Blimey HL .
One of these days we'll have a journey and TR void of drama and disaster (not for a while though by the sounds of it! ).
Thank you for a marvelous account of events ( and I hope the flood damage has been sorted).
DL

And you thought the delayed flight to LTN was bad and bent over backwards to try to help? This makes that small fry doesn't it?

It does rather ! ( and you were very welcome)
We're all going to be really disappointed when one day you have a trip that goes to plan without a hint of disaster ( as if that's EVER likely to happen lol ).
DL