Since we're into the subject with good humoured camaraderie, why not go on, DA's Purple Rhino having evidently found a mate and nature taken its course.

I very much hope that MM acquires the wherewithal and manages to get a stargate built. Actually, there should be one outside every pub so we wouldn't have to feel our way home. Anyway, how do you get the destination sorted out? I mean, there'd be no point in staggering out of the pub, into the blessed stargate, and finding yourself in the barmaid's bedroom, right? Oh? well OK, not a good example...

"Time is what prevents everything from happening at once" - John Wheeler