Ah hah and I thought it was always my fault! Dyslexic, failed my maths also, can't spell, scraped my exams, turns out I am an innocent man (queue Billy Joel...get it...take your time)...then again, perhaps I'm just the missing link, I like that, the icing on the cake, the thing that makes you go mmmmmmm (why am I now thinking Bisto). Or the missing piece, literally...like that less, I'm picturing that final, cat clawed and regurgitated clump of the jigsaw lurking in the dust under the sofa that you won't find until years later...perhaps I'm reading too much into this, best get me coat.
