thanks for reminding me i'm old, my knees do that most mornings too. ....im down in one of the old mining areas of ayrshire although the only pits left are the fuckin towns themselves, fulla junkies and fat chicks with brats. mind u a fat chick may be more pliable ive noticed, and theres always the good old monday book because of the sprogs.....fuckin quality of solid hasnt been anywhere as good as the stuff we got in the 80's and early nineties but the grass now is different class altogether, the stuff back then was crap, no cunt knew wot they were doin,nuthin about strains or proper feedin but then again we didnt have the net to ask about stuff, all the info came from old hippys who'd lived in amsterdam or india and were too fried on acid to fully recount what they'd been told