With you all the way Mr. Codger. I'm so fed up I've decided to spend a 24 hour period under an eiderdown in a padded cell admiring pictures of Jason Donavon's 1980s haircut as only a person no longer young yet still not old can do. Like all typial Brits (according to the French), I'm ludicrously optimistic, though. I'll leaf through Brewer's in the hope that I may stumble on the correct headword.