And, you see, I was paying you a compliment. You were close to joining the ranks of master picker-onnerer, as ordained by me, the mogul picker-onnerer.

But you folded. Shied at the first hurdle. Took your bat and ball and went home. Spat the dummy.

*Almost* the same thing happened with your NY mates on another thread, but at least they had some graciousness, and we came to an amicable conclusion.

You remind me of the kid on the bike that PWRDbyTRD passed... all glory but no guts when it became tough.