After all these years I think I've found the author of those execrably written Arabic equivalent Mills and Boon's. He's one of RR's subscribers. You'll know the one I mean. cnut fukc bollux shite That's him Any ex-matelot on a run ashore in Port Said or walking a few steps from the main gates of HMS's Sheba or Jufair will have been offered them for sale. The Nobel Prize for Literature wasn't on the author's horizon with such gems as " She strocked his cook and he fingrd and messaged her wet pussy". Get's you right here doesn't it?