to chas.scott here,an coigreach albannach.thank you for accepting my rude attempts at computor writing with such a flourish!in sasainn eh? the auld foe.as the song goes;'those days are past now,and in the past they must remain'. but every time a man correctly puts on the kilt down there every scot must still somewhere in his head hear the whisper of the old tune blue bonnets o'er the border no?when i first set foot on u.k soil it was in london via heathrow because i couldn't fly direct to scotland.i went for a run in hyde park(no not in the kilt)but following a cheeky urge set up 2 convenient sticks found under a majestic old oak and practiced the sword dance.unnuccessary in todays blessedly more peacable times i know,but a youth spent often reading of scotlands long history of trouble with her bigger neighbor left me with an unmistakably deliscious feeling of "get that up yers!"